#cs fic formal

[differenteagletragedy]

this is my first time doing an ask kfjhg but i love your fics and h/cs so much!! they're so cute and well written and make me smile :)) anyway, i think it would be cool to see a pov from baxter for the swap au? maybe during/after the almost-kiss scene or the confession scene would be so adorablee!! only an idea, though! ^^

Here is Baxter's confession for reference! And here it is from his point of view :)

Baxter had a good life.

He'd landed his dream job straight out of college, mixing his knack for leadership and practical knowledge of formal events (not to mention his love of romance) to be a wedding planner. He had a beautiful home. He had friends and family -- found family, anyway, with your parents and sister that had essentially counted him as a fourth family member for most of his life.

Still, he wanted more. He wanted you.

He had for years. You were his first crush, his only crush, and that crush had steadily over time developed into something much, much deeper. He couldn't see himself with anyone else but you, and he'd never even wanted to try.

There had been a handful of moments that had made Baxter think you might feel the same way. There was that phase during adolescence when his usual affections, all the hugs and hand-holding and linked arms, had stopped being accepted so easily and started bringing out blushes that made his little heart swell with pride. And prom night was something he thought of a bit more frequently than your average 23-year-old -- it was a night full of dancing and stolen looks that finished off with him holding you close against him, hand cupping your cheek and going in for a kiss that was stopped prematurely when your mom had interrupted.

"I believe it is time for a confession, no?" Xavier had told him over drinks one evening. "Time to put it out in the open instead of wasting time on baseless fears that your feelings won't shared."

Baseless as they may be, Baxter was still scared -- terrified even -- of telling you how he felt. What if he'd been reading the signals wrong? What if your lingering hugs were just habit, the goosebumps he felt when he slipped your bare arm through his because of something other than just being close to him?

If he lost you ...

Xavier wasn't the first person who called him out on this, far from it. Even when you were 13, Cove had bluntly asked him why he wasn't dating you, it was obvious to him, he'd said, that you both liked each other.

After you started hanging out with Miranda in high school, then when Terry started coming around too, they'd teased the both of you about it. Even now, when the four of you went out whenever you found your way back in the area, Terry cackled when he called your hangouts "double dates."

Almost as far back as he could remember, Liz had teased him, asking him when he'd become an official member of the family. It seemed like everyone who knew you both were just waiting on you to finally get together, but even despite all that encouragement, it was something he felt like he just couldn't risk.

Then, the night of your mothers' anniversary party, something changed.

He couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly. Maybe it was having you right next to him again after a good few years of only seeing each other every few months. Maybe it was the night before, when you stayed with him at his apartment and let him cook dinner for you, a preview of the domestic bliss he longed for with you. Or maybe he'd just had enough of being scared.

After a lovely party full of family, friends and dancing, Baxter quickly came up with a plan of action

"I have a proposition," he told you. "Do you think after we leave here, you might indulge me just a little?"

"In what way?" you asked.

"It's a surprise," was all he'd give away.

You agreed, and when the party was over, he walked you to his car and drove you back home to Sunset Bird.

Ever since he was very small, even before he moved within walking distance of a beach, he'd been terrified of the ocean. It was so big and so dark, and growing up in his home, he already had the feeling that the world would someday, one way or another, swallow him up and destroy him. He wasn't going to throw himself right into the abyss of the sea with that weighing over his head.

So, Baxter thought on the drive, if he could get over that, if he could hold your hand and wade into that frightening water, then maybe he could do the same thing metaphorically.

He parked outside your parents' house, and you hadn't figured it out. Even when he walked you to the shore and started removing his clothes, you still didn't quite get it. But that was all right -- he'd been waiting over a decade for this moment, it could stretch out a bit.

"I want to go swimming," he told you after he'd stripped down to his underwear. "With you. Out there. That's the surprise."

He saw your eyes widen, and he smiled. When you started taking your clothes off too, his smile remained in place, though it was a bit darker this time. He'd seen you in your swimsuit countless times over the years, but being out here like this, in your underwear in the dim moonlight, it was different.

Trying to focus on the task at hand, he walked down to the water. He'd gone up to his knees plenty of times, but now he kept going. He did need to take your hand to steady his nerves, but he was too close to stop now.

Once the water got up to his chest, he let out a laugh, in disbelief that he managed to get this far. You encouraged him, just like you always did, but he had more to prove, so he let go of you and started swimming in earnest.

After a moment, he realized it: he was fine. He was facing his fear, and he was surviving. It was the most freeing feeling in the world, and he smiled so wide his cheeks ached, splashing around out there around you. He felt invincible.

Holding onto the feeling, he made his way closer to the shore so he could stand solidly again. When you were close enough, he moved his hands through the water, found your hips and grabbed on, pulling you close. Before he could think about it too much, he brought his lips to meet yours.

There was a moment of hesitation, or maybe surprise, but soon you wrapped yourself around him and kissed him back. He smiled against you, not breaking the kiss, and tried to press you even closer to him. When he needed a breath, he'd pull back just enough to move his kisses to your cheek, your neck, your shoulders that glistened under the moon ...

It was heaven.

When he needed a real break, he couldn't bring himself to let you go, instead choosing to rest his forehead against yours. His smile was still firmly in place.

"What was that for?" you asked quietly.

"For being you," he said easily. "For being my favorite person. For being patient with me even though I should have done that years ago."

He melted when you started playing with his hair, and he saw that you weren't pulling away either. You were there, not wanting to let go of him either. You wanted him the same way he wanted you. If he'd ever felt this blissful, he certainly couldn't remember it.

"Baxter?" you said, breaking the silence.

"Yes?"

"Ask me the question again."

He did pull back at that to examine your expression. "The question" was one you both knew all too well, it was one he'd asked over and over since he'd moved to Prism Vista City. He wanted you to live with him, always telling you that he'd gotten a place with a guest room specifically for you. But the way you posed that question now gave him pause. Despite how well the evening was going, he couldn't help but think that surely there was a limit to this kind of exquisite happiness.

But he was never one to turn you down, so he asked.

"Will you move in with me?"

He watched you grin at him, and then you took your turn to make the first move. You were kissing again, slower this time, more deliberate. There was almost a lifetime of wanting that he was trying to express, and with the way you held him, it seemed like you'd been wanting him for quite a while too.

"That's a yes," you told him when you pulled away. "Just in case it wasn't obvious."

Instead of beginning to discuss the move, the logistics, the timeline, any of that, even instead of going back to kissing you, he took a moment to take one more leap.

"I am so deeply, desperately in love with you," he said. "Is that all right?"

"That's perfect," you told him.

And you were right. It was.

[wttcsms]

Any Headcanons on prof naoya and prof YN? What happened in my cs class was that the projection board was the prof’s computer, and sometimes there was notifications pings that we saw from Microsoft teams from another staff/prof asking him if he was going to a school event or sumn, so I could totally imagine that happening to prof naoya where prof YN asks if he’s going to like a staff function lol but just a thought

umm thank you for asking this because !!!! you mentioning what happens on your prof's computer is so silly and fun !!!!

i can definitely see dr. naoya projecting something from his computer to the class, and it's not just you dm'ing him through teams to ask if he's attending a university-wide staff meeting, but i think naoya is the type who is guarded enough to not leave too much of a trace of your constant presence in his life. you know that quote that's like "if you look for it, you'll see that love really is everywhere", and for dr. naoya, his love is shown when the students catch a glimpse of his outlook calendar and see "dinner - 8pm" on it, but no one really knows why it's on his schedule until outlook sends a notification (that he can't click away from fast enough) that says "DR. [SURNAME] HAS ACCEPTED 'dinner - 8pm'". i think dr. naoya zenin is silly enough and yet formal enough to not just text you (like a normal person) to go to dinner; he needs it sectioned off on his calendar AND he likes having you specifically click the "yes, i'll attend" button when he sends you the invitation via microsoft outlook 😭 he's so lame, and it's so endearing, and the students are definitely giving each other looks as they realize that a nice professor such as yourself would even go out to dinner with someone like him.

i know for a fact that in the future, when he proposes, he's secretly so excited at the prospect of you legally becoming dr. zenin as well 🤭

for any new readers, you can find prof naoya's fic here! 💖

[frauleinsmaria]

Chance Encounters

Based on the prompt “I don’t know who you are but we keep running into each other on the street and getting into screaming arguments over the stupidest things and I’m actually looking forward to our next meeting bc you’re annoying as hell but damn you’re hot and it’s kind of fun to argue with you”

Written for my match for the Captain Swan Spring Fic Formal. Surprise @welllpthisishappening! Laura, I’ve had so much fun interacting with you over the past few weeks- although it’s been hard to make sure I didn’t reveal myself talking to you elsewhere 😂 You’re such a wonderful presence in this fandom and I’m so glad I got to be paired with you. I know you like both friends and enemies to lovers and lots of banter, so I hope you enjoy reading this lil fic as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 

Also thanks @distant-rose and @awkwardnessandbaseball for getting the @csficformal together! It’s been a blast

Also on AO3

It’s certainly not how he expects his Monday morning to start.

It shouldn’t surprise him though, considering the direction his day is already heading in from the moment he wakes up. A power outage in his apartment building the night before causes his alarm clock to reset, meaning he wakes up less than half an hour before he’s supposed to leave for work. He cuts himself shaving thanks to being in a hurry and hopes no one will notice the nick on his chin. He goes to make his regular cup of coffee after getting dressed and realizes he ran out of coffee beans over the weekend and forgot to buy more.

His last resort is leaving everything else he needs to do as is so he has time to stop by the coffee shop on his way to the office. Of course it’s not his biggest priority, but he’s already heard about the workload Regina has waiting for him today and knows he won’t be able to deal with it properly without some kind of caffeine.

Thankfully, the line this morning is short, and he’s able to order his drink and be on his way quickly. But it’s just his luck that his phone vibrates with a text from Liam as he’s turning to head out the door, and he’s reading it when he collides with a wall and spills coffee on the front of his white shirt.

“Damn it!”

Whoops, not a wall. A woman, and a very angry one at that, judging by the expression on her face and the similar coffee stain she now sports on her own grey blouse.

Killian shakes his head as the shock wears off and takes in the death stare he’s receiving from the blonde in front of him. She’s holding a drink in her hand as well, but most of it still seems to be in the cup rather than on their clothes like his. “I’m terribly sorry, love. I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing.”

“Yeah, you should have,” she snaps, pulling a napkin out of her purse and attempting to clean up the mess she’s wearing.

There’s a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, but he manages to hold back and tries to think of a way to be the bigger person here.

“Love, if there’s anything I can do-”

“The best thing you can do right now is to leave me alone so I can go before I’m later for work than I already am. And I’m not your love.”

Any desire he has to be polite is out the window as the the events of the morning all catch up to him. “With that attitude, I’m bloody glad you aren’t!”

“So am I!” She turns on her heel and leaves the coffee shop before he has a chance to say anything else.

By some stroke of luck, he’s able to make it through the day without any other mishaps.

But he can’t explain why the thought of the annoying blonde from the coffee shop stays in his mind long afterwards.

-/-

It’s Thursday afternoon when Killian runs into her again- not literally this time, thank goodness. He’s on his lunch break, headed to the gym near his office when he sees her leaving the building as he’s walking up. She glances in his direction briefly when she sees him, doing a bit of a double take as she realizes where they’ve seen each other before.

“Afternoon, love.”

She makes a sour face. “I thought we established that I’m not your love,” she reminds him, using her fingers to draw air quotes around the word.

“Sorry, lo- lass,” he corrects himself. “Just a habit I suppose.” He blames it on Liam; their mother made quite the effort to ensure the two of them both had adequate manners, and he’d enforced the same ideals on Killian long after she passed.

But it’s clear by her unwavering expression that she doesn’t buy it. “Whatever.” It’s not unlike her reaction a few days earlier when he’d tried to apologize for the coffee incident.

As much as he wants to ignore her and go about with his day, something keeps him there. He’d be lying to himself if he said it wasn’t at least partly attraction; he hadn’t paid much attention to her in the coffee shop thanks to the circumstances, but now he can’t seem to focus on much besides blonde hair, green eyes, and the black and white outfit she’s clearly just finished a workout in judging by the way it sticks with sweat to her thin frame.

And yet, while he’ll willingly admit to finding her attractive, there’s something else- maybe it’s the attitude she’s developed toward him, or her unwavering stubbornness, he doesn’t know- that keeps him from letting things alone like he normally would. “Do you always act like this when someone tries to apologize or be nice to you?”

Killian watches as her jaw sets and sees he’s struck a cord, although he can’t say whether or not it was unintentional. “Do you always butt into other people’s business?”

“Regardless, it seems yours isn’t worth my time.” She rolls her eyes and walks away from him for the second time.

His annoyance with her is just the motivation he needs for his workout, but like the time before, his thoughts stay occupied with the woman he knows nothing about, aside from the fact that she must be some kind of a force to be reckoned with.

He can’t decide whether she intrigues or irritates him more.

-/-

The next Tuesday is when Killian becomes convinced that the universe hates him.

He’s walking to work, sans coffee after finally replenishing his stock at home, when he catches a familiar glimpse of blonde hair coming out of a store as its owner taps away at her phone. He doesn’t try to get her attention; she’s not exactly his biggest fan as it is, and bothering her for no reason certainly won’t change that.

It doesn’t matter how honorable his intentions are, though, since she notices him when she glances over her shoulder not a moment later. She stops in her tracks and he hears her groan as he’s walking up.

“Are you following me or something? Because I have a gun and-”

Killian holds a hand up to stop her. “Not to worry, lass.” (He’s remembered what not to call her this time.) “Believe it or not, it seems that you and I are yet again the victims of mere coincidence.”

“Seriously? Who talks like that?”

“A person who’s about as thrilled with our recent pattern of encounters as you are.”

“I’m not making you walk beside me to chat, you know! I think you and I both have better things to do.”

“Finally something we can agree on. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

He wastes no time leaving her behind and getting to work just as fast as he can. He’s annoyed yet again, something he’s convinced will be a common theme whenever he runs into her. But, bloody hell, he still can’t answer the question as to how and why she’s managed to get both under his skin and stuck in his mind so easily.

-/-

Killian goes a week without running into her after their last encounter on the street. He feels relieved considering how things between them are all but guaranteed them to go- or, at least, he thinks he does. It’s Liam that brings it to his attention when they’re at The Rabbit Hole sharing a drink after work.

“Looking for someone, are you?” his brother asks, seeing Killian’s eyes go to the bar’s entrance when the bell above the door chimes. A group of women arrive together, but he quickly loses interest in the redheads and brunettes.

He shakes his head as he takes a drink. “No. What makes you ask?”

Liam doesn’t look convinced. “Every time we’ve been out over the past few weeks, you seem to be waiting for someone else to show up. Not only that, but you’ve been examining every blonde within a mile’s radius, and I’d like to know just why.”

“You’re not going to leave me alone about this, are you?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Alright then.” Killian pauses as he tries to figure out how to explain his recent series of meetings to his brother. “To make a long story shorter: there’s this woman-”

“I knew it,” Liam mutters under his breath.

“There’s this woman,” he continues, ignoring him. “I haven’t the slightest idea who she is, but we keep running into each other and always end up having some petty argument before we part ways, only to see each other a few days later and do the same thing all over again.”

“Huh. And just what exactly are you and this lass always arguing over?”

“That’s just it; it’s usually just mindless bickering because I seem to annoy her as much as she does me.”

“Is she pretty?”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Just a question.”

Killian rolls his eyes, but mutters, “Aye. Very much so.”

A moment of silence passes as Liam taps at the side of his glass and processes everything Killian’s just told him. “Well, I wish I could think of something to say to help you out, but all I’ve got is that you’re making this situation much more difficult than it needs to be.”

“How?! It's not like I'm intentionally trying to run into her.”

“No, but it doesn't sound as if you're trying to avoid her, either,” Liam argues. “Just admit it, Killian: you like her.”

“I don't bloody know her well enough to like her!”

“Maybe you should get to know her then. What’s that saying, opposites attract? She could end up surprising you.”

Killian wants nothing more than to argue with his brother and insist his suggestion is ridiculous. But as much as it pains him to admit it, he's up for having another run in with her just to see if there’s a way to make it out without yelling or sarcastic remarks. He doesn't tell Liam all of this, only says, “Maybe I’ll think about it. Maybe.”

He can already tell from the smug look on Liam’s face that he's going to get an I told you so if things turn out in his favor.

-/-

It's only three days later when he thinks maybe the universe doesn't hate him after all.

He's only been at work for a little over an hour, things going relatively well for a Friday morning, when there's a knock on his office doo. He looks up from his seat behind the desk to see his boss in the doorway.

“Regina, something I can do?”

To Killian’s surprise, the brunette actually smiles at him. He can't tell if it's genuine or not, but it's a smile just the same. Those can be far and few between where Regina Mills is concerned.

“Yes. But first, there's someone I'd like for you to meet.” She steps to the side and Killian has to bite his tongue to keep from cursing. “This is Emma Swan. Miss Swan, this is Killian Jones, one of our top family law attorneys.”

Her eyes widen as she recognizes him, but she doesn't say anything other than a quick, “Nice to meet you” and shakes his hand when he stands and offers it to her.

“Killian, Miss Swan is here for Humbert’s Bail Bonds. She’s looking for some information regarding the Lewis case from a few weeks ago; I figured you would be the one she needed to see.”

She's not wrong, the file he'd used to hold the casework from a messy child support ordeal is still in the top drawer of his desk where he'd left it once the trial was over. “Yes, I'm sure I can help with whatever's necessary.”

“Good to know,” Regina answers. “I'm due for a meeting downstairs, so I'll leave you to it.” The blonde- Emma- thanks her as she walks away, leaving the two of them alone in his office.

“So, the Lewis case, eh? I hope that's an incident I don't have to repeat any time soon,” he says, going through the desk drawer and pulling out the file she needs. He gestures for her to sit down as she takes it from him.

“Yeah. I'm the one who tracked the husband down, and my boss apparently needs the rest of the case information to turn over to his boss for one reason or another.” Her eyes scan over the words on the pages before she pulls a small notebook out of her purse and begins to scribble notes on a blank page.

Killian waits for her to say something about their past meetings; some kind of sarcastic remark, at least. But to his surprise, her focus stays on her work for the ten or fifteen minutes she's there, occasionally asking a question or two about his work or making a comment about the weather. Either she wants to avoid a confrontation, or she actually doesn't recognize him. The second option seems unlikely, but still believable.

Emma hands him back the Lewis file once she's collected all the information she needs. “I appreciate your help.”

“It was my pleasure,” he answers, for once remembering not to refer to her as love.

“Oh, and Mr. Jones?” She stops at the door. “It was...surprisingly nice to have a conversation with you without any yelling.”

She's out the door and gone before the “bloody hell” has a chance to leave his lips.

-/-

It doesn’t take long for Killian to think that maybe the universe does in fact hate him after all, because having a name to go with the face only makes it that much harder to get Emma Swan out of his head.

They’re still all but strangers- knowing the other’s name and workplace doesn’t exactly count as having an acquaintance- but he had to admit that he could accept the idea of that changing. Seeing they were capable of having a pleasant conversation has him believing that it’s possible, if only barely so. He toys around with the idea of somehow trying to get more information about her from Regina, but that could likely end with both women angry at him, his boss for using her influence the wrong way and Emma for going out of his way to get to know her.

Things soon take another turn and make him wonder just what kind of ridiculous dream he's stuck in.

Liam talks him into going to his girlfriend’s sister’s birthday party the next Friday night. He doesn't want to go- socializing with a crowd of mostly strangers isn’t something he goes out of his way to do- but he likes Elsa, and Anna seemed like a nice girl from the few times they've met, so he agrees. He and Liam show up at Elsa’s apartment precisely at seven, a bottle of wine tucked under his brother’s arm.

It should be no surprise that Emma’s is the first face he sees after Elsa lets them in.

She’s standing in the hall talking to a brunette with a pixie cut, laughing at something the other woman has said when she notices him and pauses. They’ve gotten so good at this now that she doesn’t have to wonder who he is or where she’s seen him anymore, especially thanks to her office visit. Speaking to her hasn’t always been the greatest idea, but he’s not about to waste the chance if she is indeed warming up to him. He tells Liam he’s going to speak to someone, but she’s standing right in front of him when he turns back around.

“Jones?”

“Yes, it seems we meet again.”

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

“What are you doing here?”

“I asked you first.” He catches a glimpse of her quizzical expression as she takes a sip from the beer bottle she’s holding.

“Elsa is my brother’s girlfriend.”

“You’re Liam’s brother?!”

“You know him, too?”

“I’m pretty sure he’s tried to give me your number more than once.”

“Oh, bloody hell.” He glances over his shoulder at Liam who’s trying- and failing- to pretend he hasn’t been watching them. To think he’d already talked to his brother about her at the bar that night and he’d already known who she was.

“Yeah. But I don’t like it when my family and friends try to set me up with other people, so I thought I’d be nice and return, er, I guess not return the favor.” He can tell she was trying to save him from an unpleasant experience she’s likely had in the past, but it might be her way of letting him know she wouldn’t be interested regardless. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t deflate his confidence a bit. “Er, so how do you know Elsa and Anna?”

“They’re friends with my sister-in-law,” she answers, nodding her head towards the woman she’d been standing with earlier, who smiles when she sees them looking her way.

“Ah. It’s a small world, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Smaller than I thought.”

Killian chooses his next words carefully. “I would offer to get you a drink, but it seems that’s unnecessary,” he gestures to the one she already has.

“Maybe so, but rumor has it Elsa’s got pizza in the kitchen, and I haven’t had dinner yet.” Emma raises an eyebrow, indicating this is his chance and he’d better take advantage of it now.

“Give me five minutes.”

“I like pepperoni!”

-/-

“How long are you giving Liam to finally pop the question?”

“Honestly, love? I’m quite surprised he hasn’t already. Perhaps he’s worried Elsa won’t say yes.”

“Are you kidding? Look at her; she’s as much of a lovesick puppy as he is.”

Killian follows her eyes to where the couple stands outside together on the balcony, completely oblivious to everyone else around them. “Aye. They seem to be quite the good match for each other.”

“They remind me of David and Mary Margaret in that way; I couldn't have picked anyone more suited for either of them.” He senses a bit of disappointment in her words, but she doesn’t elaborate on the subject, and he doesn’t ask.

She’s asking about his job and the law firm when her phone vibrates. “It’s my boss,” she groans after taking a look at the screen. “Give me a sec?” He nods as steps out to answer.

Emma’s back not a minute later, frowning. “Sorry, I have to bail. A skip I’ve been tracking for almost a month was just spotted downtown, and my boss wants me to grab the jerk before he tries to run again.”

“Not a problem, lass,” he tells her, attempting to mask his own disappointment. “I can tell you put a lot of effort into what you do.”

“Yeah, maybe sometimes too much,” she mumbles, getting her purse and jacket from the seat beside him. “I guess I’ll see you around, Killian.”

He smiles as he watches her leave because he knows she’s probably right.

-/-

She’s right.

They cross each other’s paths three times over the next two weeks, twice at the coffee shop where they first unofficially met- with no coffee spilt either time, thankfully- and then at a local carnival that Liam has yet again coerced him into going to. (Killian thinks later that his brother wouldn’t need to go to so much effort to get him to do things if he knew Emma would be there.) Each encounter they’ve had since the party has been much different than the first few; although they both have a dry sense of humor and are too sarcastic for their own good, there has yet to be an instance that involves yelling or has someone convinced they hate the other.

It’s gotten to the point now that he’s begun to think of Emma as more than just a regular acquaintance, but maybe even a friend: He texts her corny jokes when she’s bored during a stakeout and she’s taken to willingly sitting at his table when they show up at the same restaurant for lunch. They haven’t gone as far as to share the more painful details of their pasts, but he’s convinced her background must closely mirror his own somehow based on her demeanor when something along the lines of childhood or family comes up in conversation. She always changes the subject or gives some kind of vague answer and he knows better than to push the subjects any further. It’s evident she’s been through quite a bit in her life and he sees no reason to make her reminisce any more than she already does.

And, yes, he likes her. A lot, if he’s being honest. And it’s just his luck that he realizes it about the same time Liam does.

“Why not ask her out already? The worst thing she can do is say no.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Killian groans. “I can’t complain; I’m lucky we’re even able to be friends considering the way we met.”

“And you’re always going to wonder what could have been if you don’t take that chance.”

Liam’s words stick with him for quite some time afterwards because he knows he’s right. Emma may hate him for going through with this, but he may come to hate himself even more for being a coward.

It’s Monday night when he goes over to Emma’s apartment after leaving the office.

“Hey, Killian,” she greets him when she comes to the door. “What brings you by?”

“Go out with me?”

“What?” The dumbfounded expression on her face makes him regret not thinking this through.

“Sorry, love, it’s just I know we didn’t exactly start off on the right foot, but I’ve found myself becoming more and more fond of you and I was wondering if...oh, bloody hell,” he curses, running a hand through his already unkempt hair. She was definitely going to say no. “You know what, Swan, forget it. I’ll just go.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry for botheri- wait, what?” He can’t have heard her correctly.

“Yes.” Emma smiles. “I was hoping you would ask eventually.” She leans forward and presses a kiss to his cheek before turning to go back into her apartment. “Tomorrow night, pick me up at seven. I’ll be waiting.”

Liam yells “I bloody told you so!” when he calls him on the way home. Killian’s too thrilled to care.

[csficformal]

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[emma-swan]

Hi love! CS Fic Formal gifter here. I have a treat for you. Here's a little snippet of what I've been working on. (1/2) “I don’t need a gentleman, and I’m not your love. And don’t make yourself a martyr in the name of being gentlemanly. It’s a king-sized bed. I’m sure we can work out a way to both sleep on it without encroaching in one another’s space.”

(2/2) Killian wasn’t so sure, but he bit his tongue. He was worried about laying next to Emma. Smelling her scent so close to him. Her tantalizing curves within arm’s reach. He flushed with embarrassment just thinking of how his body might react, to say nothing of the dreams he was sure to have.

Damn, okay. This is a wonderful treat. I needed this, thank you!!!

[shireness-says]

Clue was MARVELOUS XD I can’t believe I’ve never heard of it before, it’s so freaking fantastic! Wadsworth, Miss Scarlet and Mrs. White were definitely my faves XD And did you know Ryan Reynolds signed a deal with Fox to make a reboot?? I’m very interested to see what he plans to do with it - I’m sure it will be equally delightful, knowing him! Yes, that's the title for the Love Simon book - *not* going to backfire on you *and* the sequel, Leah on the Offbeat, is coming out on April 23! (1/?)

Tumblr will be Tumblr, what can you do :P AND RIGHT??? The Jumanji cast seemed like they were having such a riot - ESPECIALLY Jack Black, oh my god XD - and it was just so much more fun to watch because of that! I am so sorry your week has sucked, but I’m glad my messages help

Oh, I’m so glad you loved it! Mrs. White is the best. And has the best lines. I did know about the deal, but it’s kind of mixed feelings on my end. I’ll be so excited to see it if they do a good job. But at the same time... what if they don’t? I love the original so much that I’m nervous any reboot will completely screw that up. Plus, I’m struggling to figure out who Ryan Reynolds would be cast as. So lets leave it at this - I’m glad it’s beloved enough to warrant a reboot, but I’m reserving judgement.

On the Jumanji front, Jack Black as a teenage girl was something I never knew I needed to see. Brilliant casting, that. Brilliant casting all around!

Your messages totally help! Especially when it’s about how you loved Clue. ;) It’s the weekend anyways, so that automatically helps/makes it better. You’re going on a trip? Have so much fun! I’m terribly excited for the fic drop period - obviously for what you’ve created, but really for what everyone has cooked up. I think we’re all greedy enough to admit that one of the best parts of organized events is the sudden influx of lots of new fics all at once.

Have fun on your trip, and I look forward to the final product!

[fyeahcaptn]

I'd like to give LD/CW a shot but just in case, how about your top 5 other tropes? I agree that UK system seems to be better at specialization but I find the idea of A Levels even more daunting than SATs. To out myself a bit, I currently live in the UK as an American so I totally get the chips/crisps debacle and often use the terms interchangeably. Tea is the best. What are your thoughts on chai? I would love to hear more about your horse! Sorry for the wait! - CSFF Pal

I literally know nothing about SATs, other than what you hear on tv shows haha! SATs (but we say SAATS not S.A.T.S) are the exams we take in final year of primary school before we move up to high school haha, so when i hear that word, that’s literally all I think about. The crisps/chips thing is sooo confusing for everyone. We should just agree on the universal terms because just why do we do this? Make everyone’s life easier.Tea is awesome. Everyone should drink tea. I’ve actually never tried chai, but one of my friends is obsessed with it. Maybe I should try it?

Okay so tropes wise, I literally love everything. The only thing I’m not keen on is gender!swap fics. Idk why. But I live for aus! So friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, best friend’s little sister is myy fave, bed sharing, i love reading fics with ruby as emma’s troublesome friend (and i haven’t read one with her in forever). i’ve been reading tons of fluffy fics with cs as parents lately! (a one time thing and other untruths is one of my all time favourite cs fics, if you haven’t read it, you totally need to!). a one night stand that turns into more. rockstar!killian aus, famous!cs where emma wants to kill her hot new costar until she doesn’t. camping!aus. i live for protective older brother!david or protective daddy!charming, whichever way you wanna swing it. i have a looot, like there’s still tons more i love to read, but that’s what came into my mind.

[nerdyhuntress]

CS Spring Fic Formal: ”Home and Hearth”

Hi there @endlessmoonrise!!! I’m your gifter for the Captain Swan Spring Fic Formal! I’m so glad to share this story with you and I really hope you like it :) Here it is!

Summary: 4x02 “deleted” scene. After nearly freezing to death in that ice cave, Emma seeks warmth and comfort with Killian.

Emma Swan mused that spring was her favorite season now.

After that episode in the ice cave, she never wanted to see a single snowflake again. Unless she was inside in front of a roaring fire, bundled in blankets, with a mug of hot cocoa. Of course, she probably shouldn’t say that to Elsa. The snow queen had retired to the guest room for the night and her parents upstairs, just about to go to bed.

Killian still hadn’t left her side. They moved to the couch after she had complained about how uncomfortable the chair was. She had three blankets wrapped around her now, a third mug of hot cocoa, and a sleeping pirate keeping her warm.

What could be wrong?

She hadn’t told him how she felt, of course. She still didn’t even know if they were a thing. Emma didn’t really feel up to unraveling their relationship at the moment. What had Killian said to her before the snow monster?

There is always a crisis. Perhaps you should consider living a life during them. Otherwise, you might miss it.

He certainly had a way with weaving words. One of the many things that she admired in him. Though, of course, she’d never say that aloud. She could imagine his teasing already.

“Swan?” he muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Sorry, must’ve dozed off. It’s dark now. Shall I leave? Do you want to go to bed?”

A low blush crept over her face. As obvious as their attraction was, they still hadn’t done it yet. That probably wasn’t what was on his mind. Especially after she had almost froze to death in that ice cave. She was quite sure that he meant that as platonic as possible. But she didn’t trust herself if they somehow wound up in bed together. It would complicate things between more and it was the last thing Emma wanted at the moment.

“No, I kinda want to stay here. That alright?”

“Sure, love.”

They stayed silent like that for a moment. Emma couldn’t remember a time someone had held her like this. So cozy and comforting. It wasn’t just the heater that had warmed her up; his embrace helped out more than any machine could have.

“Hey, Killian?”

“Aye, Swan?”

“I kinda want to….to say thanks. For saving my life back there.”

He lifted his head so he could see her better, “My pleasure, love. You really think I’d let you freeze?”

“Given our history, can you blame me for being uncertain?”

The second she said that, Emma let out a giggle that she was sure everyone upstairs had heard. She wasn’t sleepy at all, despite how late the hour was. Killian looked surprised that she had thrown his own words back at him.

“Alright, love. I think you’ve had enough of those chocolate drinks.”

As he took the mug from her to place it in the kitchen sink, Emma grabbed his shirtsleeve.

“No, don’t. Stay. You’re so warm.”

He chuckled, setting the mug on the coffee table. Killian sat back down on the couch and put his arms around her waist, lifting her into his lap. She squealed embarassingly, putting her hands around his neck.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Romancing my lady love. Keeping her warm,” Killian explained, wrapping the blanket more tightly around her. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“No, just….just keep doing that,” she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. “But let’s lay down.”

“Of course, love.”

They fell sleep in each other’s embrace like that. Emma regretted it when she woke up in the morning to find them asleep on the couch and her neck completely stiff. She blamed him for being so warm that she drifted right off without going to bed.

Emma was grateful no one else was awake yet; she didn’t want to deal with the awkward questions of falling asleep with Killian.

Sunlight streamed into the room, lighting up everything it touched. Ordinarily, she wasn’t such an early riser, but the new spring weather beckoned her to wake up and enjoy the new weather. And it felt more enjoyable after spending what felt like eternity in an ice cave.

Emma quietly disentangled herself from Killian’s embrace. She stood up to stretch her limbs; it felt good after being cooped up on the couch all night.  She peered out the window, seeing the usual inhabitants of Storybrooke going about their mornings. The good weather had no doubt brought out the best in people. She could hear the birds chirping (or talking, as her mother would say) from above. The ewly planted bulbs in the windowsill were beginning to bloom, their colorful petals gracefully opening.

“Swan?” Killian muttered blearily.

Apparently, the stress of yesterday had taken its toll on Killian too. He slept quite soundly in such tight quarters, which was probably familiar to him after spending much of his life on the Jolly Roger. But now he was awake, his hair tousled adorably and his eyes full of sleep. He reached out for her and she took his hand, feeling the comfortable warmth that had lulled her to sleep last night. The warmth that saved her from freezing to death.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she grinned, pushing away the locks that had fallen onto his face. “Do you want some breakfast?”

“Aye, that would be lovely. Give me a moment and I’ll lend a hand too.”

Maybe she wasn’t ready to truly be open with him, but she treasured these moments with him. The wise, old pirate’s advice was indeed true. Living a life during these crises was definitely worth it.

[elytrafemme]

hiyaa, i sometimes find it hard to concentrate on reading so i was wondering if there was any sort of audio form available for cs? i know that sometimes the author/authors friends will read it out on stream, or have an unlinked podfic so i thought id ask just in case. tyy

hi friend!

as far as i'm aware (and i sure hope i'm aware) i don't believe there's a podfic version of cs, no :( i don't have any friends that have streamed reading cs aloud either i don't believe

super sorry about that but hey, formal invite. if anyone ever wants to do a podfic of cs, please just dm me and ask! i'll almost 100% say yes i just want to like, know that it exists, so more of a check than anything. but yeah, it's a lengthy fic so i'm sure having an audio reading of it would help, i just don't do well reading that long of sections so i haven't done it myself, and think similarly others havent either.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2021: Day 2: A Christmas Miracle--Chapter 2 of 3

Christmas Reruns 2021: Day 2: A Christmas Miracle--Chapter 2 of 3

It’s that time again!  Time for Christmas reruns!  A couple years ago, I started the tradition of posting all my old CS Christmas fics in the weeks leading up to Christmas. These stories were written between 2013 and last year. I have enough stories to last us through New Year’s Day  So without further delay…

Rating: G

Word Count: 1197

Other Chapters: 1 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29

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Note:  This is chapter two of my 2013 story A Christmas Miracle.  It was written just before the end of the Neverland arc and it fits within my “A Wish Your Heart Makes” universe.  References to curses and Camelot refer to that verse!

Hook adjusted the collar of his leather coat and then stepped from the hallway into Granny’s dining room. The chamber had been utterly transformed. A huge pine tree decorated with brightly colored lights, tinsel and hundreds of ornaments took up an entire corner. Red and green streamers, sprigs of holly and huge paper snowflakes adorned the wall and ceiling. Several small tables had been pushed together to form one long table elaborately set for nine.

As he sauntered into the room, Hook looked over the gathered assembly. Baelfire stood with Belle and the Crocodile, talking and laughing. Belle gazed adoringly up at the Crocodile, and he raised a hand to tenderly stroke her face. Hook waited for the familiar burning hatred to steal over him at the sight of his erstwhile enemy, but it never came. For that matter, it hadn’t come in quite some time. When had he given up the last vestiges of his vengeance?

Hook looked past Snow and Charming, busy with last minute preparations, to Emma and her lad who stood talking and laughing near the booths. Suddenly he knew exactly when his hatred for the crocodile had vanished. It was the moment he had finally let go of Milah’s memory, the moment he had fallen deeply, passionately, irretrievably in love with Emma Swan.

The lass was beautiful this evening. She wore an ice-blue tea-length gown and a matching lacy bolero sweater. Her golden hair was swept up at the sides and fell in riotous curls down her back. Hook didn’t think he’d ever seen her in formal attire, and the effect nearly stole the breath from his lungs.

As though feeling his gaze, Emma looked up and caught his eye. She colored slightly at the look he gave her, and then dropped her eyes. Hook sighed and walked forward toward his lady and her lad. Would he ever succeed in scaling that well-fortified fortress that she had built around her heart?

“Hook!” Henry called joyfully when the pirate was a few feet away. “I didn’t know you were coming too!”

Hook grinned and tousled the boy’s hair. “Aye lad; that I am.”

“Cool!” Henry beamed at him. Hook had spent quite some time with the lad during their last adventure, and he found he genuinely enjoyed the boy’s company. It gratified him that Emma’s son seemed glad to see him as well.

The diner door opened, and Regina stepped in, brushed the snow from her dark hair, and shrugged out of her coat.

“Mom!” Henry called, walking over to the queen.

Hook looked back at Emma, and she looked suddenly shy.

“You’re stunning, love,” Hook said with a soft smile. Emma’s blush grew.

“But then again,” he continued, his grin turning wicked, “I’ve no doubt you would be stunning in whatever you wore…or didn’t wear.”

She rolled her eyes at that, but he noticed she couldn’t quite stop the grin that spread over her lips.

“Please,” she said, “You are so full of it, Hook.”

His grin was pure pirate. “Full of charm, charisma, astonishingly good looks?” he drawled. “Aye lass; that I am.”

She laughed and playfully shoved his shoulder. He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. He was making headway, he knew it. He was starting to see a slight crack in that wall of hers.

“Ok, everyone,” Snow called from the table where she had just placed a fragrant, steaming turkey, “dinner’s ready.”

“Shall we?” Hook asked, gesturing with his hook.

Emma nodded and Hook followed her to the table. She took a seat next to Henry, and Hook seated himself on her other side. The Charmings had procured a veritable Christmas feast complete with turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables and cranberry sauce. Hook’s mouth watered at the delicious aromas. He suddenly remembered it had been hours since his last meal.

At the head of the table, Charming stood and tapped his wine glass with a knife.

“I would like to propose a toast,” he said, encompassing the whole group with his gaze. “It has been a rough year for all of us. We’ve dealt with difficulties, setbacks, danger, and heartbreak.”

Charming glanced at Regina, and the queen dropped her eyes. Hook felt a surge of pity for the woman. She had found Robin Hood, her true love, in the Enchanted Forest, and it looked like she would finally get her happy ending. Then they had found a way back to Storybrook…a way that couldn’t include Robin Hood and his little son. Hook knew all too well what it felt like to be separated from the one you love.

“But it has been a good year, as well,” Charming continued. “We’ve faced our challenges, and we’ve overcome them. We’ve succeeded in breaking not only one, but two curses, and we’ve succeeded in rescuing Henry from one of the most evil villains in any realm. Through it all, we’ve come to be a family. We’ve been able to put aside our grievances, our difficulties, even our hatred and work together toward some pretty difficult goals.”

Charming raised his glass higher and once more swept his gaze over the entire assembly. “So I ask you to raise your glasses. To family and friends and all those we love!”

Hook got to his feet with everyone else and raised his glass filled with ruby-red wine. Clinking his glass against Emma’s, he looked into her eyes. He held her gaze as he repeated “To family and friends and all those we love!”

Emma’s heart raced. She should look away, turn in the other direction, anything. But she simply couldn’t do it. His blue eyes were simply mesmerizing. That look on his face! What was she to do? There was no denying the attraction she felt toward him. After their kiss in Neverland, she couldn’t even pretend to herself that he meant nothing to her.

But he was a pirate! He flirted with anything in skirts. How could she possibly believe that he loved her and would fight for her? How could she let her guard down enough to give her heart to another man?

Besides, she was the savior, and, well, it seemed that meant she didn’t get her happy ending. She ensured everyone else had a chance at a happy ending, but it wasn’t in the cards for her. Hadn’t everything that had happened over the last few months proved that? As soon as one crisis ended another began.

“Uh, mom?” she heard Henry ask from her side.

The spell was broken; she was finally able to tear her gaze from Hook’s. Looking around, she saw that every single person at the table was seated but her and her pirate…and every single eye was on them. For the love of all that was holy, what was wrong with her? She dropped hastily to her seat and drained her glass of wine.

“You don’t happen to have an extra flask on you?” she asked Hook in a low voice.

“No, love,” he answered, laughter in his voice.

“Shame,” she said ruefully, “I have a feeling I’m going to need a whole lot of alcohol before this night is over.”

                                                                         NEXT CHAPTER-->

[frauleinsmaria]

Hello, it's your secret gifter here again! I'm so glad to hear that a fic will be acceptable for you :) I've got lots of questions for you and I hope you won't mind answering them so I can write something that's perfect for you! What types of fics do you like to read? Is there a specific genre that you prefer? What is your favourite/are your favourite CS scene/s? Is there a subject/AU that you've always wanted to read? Looking forward to hearing from you and I hope you have a fab week! ❤️

Hi! I once again have to apologize for how long it’s taken me to reply- I promise I’m going to be better about it in the future!

There are so many types of fics I like to read! I tend to read a lot of modern au’s, and I’m totally here for all the classic tropes (enemies and/or friends to lovers, co-workers, neighbors, fake dating, etc.) As far as genre goes, I tend to read stories that are a balance of both fluff and angst, although I’m open to other options as well. 

My favorite CS scenes? That’s a hard one. I love the wedding, of course, their first kiss in Neverland, the kiss at Granny’s in 3x22, their first date, the “I love you” scene at the end of s5, the scene outside their house in 6x12 (I think it’s 12?)…I could go on all day haha.

I hope you’re having a great weekend! I’ll try my best to respond quicker next time!

[csficformal]

Welcome to the 2018 Captain Swan Spring Fic Formal!

Hey there shippers! Do you enjoy interacting with shipmates? Like writing? Making art? Mixing some music? Making people smile? Didn’t have time for the other fandom events because the holiday season is insane? Bummed by the Spring slump between CSLB and CS Supernatural Summer? We have something for you!

The Captain Swan Spring Fic Formal is a mini secret gift giving event hosted by @distant-rose and @awkwardnessandbaseball​ to celebrate one of our favorite ships in Once Upon a Time and make the Spring season even brighter! Who needs to wait until Christmas or Valentine’s Day to spread the love? Certainly not us!

Matching is done in mid-March and the showering of gifts starts in late April!

SIGNS ARE NOW OPEN UNTIL MARCH 5! 

Sign up here: [LINK]

Things that should be included in your initial joining ask: 1. If you’re participating from a sideblog. 2. If there are any users you wish to avoid 3. If you are willing to be a multi-gifter or buzzer beater gifter (aka people who are willing to give abandoned giftees fic/art in the event that they don’t receive anything from their gifters.)

Interested? Check out the following pages: Main | About | Guidelines | FAQ | Participants | Prompts

[cssecretsanta2020]

WELCOME TO THE #CSSECRETSANTA2020 !!!

what’s this all about?

For those of you who haven’t been part of any secret gift exchange events like the CS Secret Santa (or CS Secret Valentine, Spring Formal, etc.) before and are wondering what’s that all about, here is your answer!

After you sign up you’ll get assigned to someone and you send this person nice anonymous messages to get to know this person better. Then on Christmas Eve, you give them a gift by posting it on your blog and tagging your giftee (the person you are assigned to) and this blog.  It’s a wonderful way of making new friends, especially now with the fandom barely being alive anymore.

what kind of gift can it be?

Your gift can be anything you want and be capable of. Here are a few suggestions but you can also come up with something yourself.

fanfiction

fanart

icons

imageset

gifset


manip

traditional or digital art

video

fic rec list

poem

playlist

self recorded song

etc

There are endless possibilities – get creative! Get to know your giftee, talk to her and find out what she would like to get and think about what you are able to gift. There are no bad presents.

are there any rules?

Unfortunately this event - like any other - won’t work without guidelines. Please read the ones below and if you are comfortable with them, don’t hesitate and sign up.

!!! THIS EVENT SHALL BE FUN. YOU CAN HELP MAKE THIS EVENT WONDERFUL !!!

spread the word, tell your friends, tag your friends and reblog the invitation post

follow this blog so you won’t miss any important information and deadlines

only send anonymous and positive messages to your giftee - don’t reveal yourself until it’s time to gift your present

NO HATE

try to send messages regularly (you don’t have to send one a day, just make sure your giftee doesn’t think you forgot her)

if you change your URL please also tell me asap

enable anonymous asks in your inbox!

find out what your giftee likes or dislikes

tell your giftee if you are uncomfortable using specific characters or explicit content or a specific trope - it shall be fun for both sides!

NO HATE

if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate in contacting me (don’t forget to come off-anon so I know who you are and how I can help)

be fair! don’t drop out without telling me. We all know December is a busy month and real life always comes first. so if you really have to drop out, please let me know asap so I can take appropriate measures

appreciate whatever you receive as a gift. Your Secret Santa spent a whole lot of time creating it for you, so please be fair and take a look at it and thank her for creating it for you!

HAVE FUN!!!

oh, and did I mention: NO HATE!

is there a schedule?

Yes, it can be found here

Thank you so much for taking the time and reading all these information. Now, if you are still interested, fill out the sign-up form to take part in this years Captain Swan Secret Santa!

[emma-swan]

Hi D! Your friendly neighborhood gift giver again. I've got something good in mind for your gift now and am starting to plot it out. No worries about the delays. I get the black hole that the internet can be. What anime do you watch? I used to love Cowboy Bebop and Card Captor Sakura back in the day! A few other questions: What things make you go "nope" when you're reading a fic? And what two shows, other than OUAT, do you love?

Hi gift giver! Forgive me, it’s been a while since I’ve sat down at my computer, so I’m going to start replying to all of the wonderful messages you’ve sent me these last couple of days!

I’ve been watching FullMetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, recently, AGAIN because I was finally catching up on InuYasha but then I almost flipped a table when I found out that they changed the voice actors for Kagome and Sesshomaru in InuYasha: the Final Act. So I have to give myself a decent break before I get back into that show, so I can not be so attached to the voice.

I loved Cowboy Bebop! I haven’t watched that in forever! It’s on my list of ones to tackle again, along with YuYu Hakusho, Ruroni Kenshin, Sailor Moon, and Ghost in the Shell: SAC. 

As for the fic things: a few things that generally make me go, “Nope, goodbye,” are when the characters start feeling like characterizations of themselves, or when they start feeling like just one trait, you know? When Emma’s so closed off that it’s like, “Well how did anyone get through to her like that, you didn’t even show it?” and oh man, when people try to make Killian into this huge womanizer. 

Also, there’s something about excessive amounts of smut that kind of have me stepping away for a moment, or skimming by it. I like the emotion of it all. 

As for two other shows I love, that’s easy (I’ll give you three, though, because you can’t make me choose between them!): Lucifer, Timeless, and iZombie.

[shireness-says]

Yeah, $8.50 for not-so-great movies sucks :( I am such a MCU junkie, I just love them - or, well, most of them. Some more than others, of course XD Which brings me to recent movie recommendations (note: this will be an extended gushing session, requiring multiple messages in your inbox, apologies in advance). As a superhero movie junkie, you've probably already seen Black Panther, but on the slimmest of slim chances you have not: DOOOOO IT. SO FREAKING FANTASTIC. (1/?)

Back when it was still Oscar season, my grandmother and I went to see Loving Vincent in theaters - animated entirely from hand-painted images, it was GORGEOUS and interesting and we *loved* it. It then got beaten by Coco for Best Animated Picture, and I was pretty surprised so I watched Coco and I have to admit, it was pretty fantastic as well, definitely worth watching. Back in theaters, I recently saw A Wrinkle In Time and I also loved that, without having reread the book since elem (2/?)

school, so that's something to consider. And the latest and possibly most life-consuming recent movie favorite is Love, Simon. I read the book (Simon vs the Homo Sapien Agenda) a few months before the movie came out and LOVED IT, so I was worried how the movie would translate but OHHH MAN they did such an amazing job

Dude, I treated you to a short dissertation on Clue. You’re totally fine to get a bit lengthy. 

I HAVE seen Black Panther! Oh my god, it was so good. I’m hoping to convince a friend of mine to go see it again - she’s got the discount popcorn bucket, so I like going with her to cut down on the costs a bit. Hopefully, we can go when she has a bit of spare cash. We’re a pair of MCU junkies too, so work permitting, we try to see them together. Speaking of, I should probably start planning when to see Infinity War with her...

Loving Vincent is one of my top wish list movies right now. I’m waiting for it to come back to the library so I can check it out. It was supposed to be returned last Friday... As I’m sure you can imagine, the concept of the thing is very much up my alley, with all that hand-painted animation. I’m glad to hear it was interesting, but let’s face it - I would have rented it just to see the artistry. Art history nerd, right here.

I suspect I’ll have to be in the right mood for Coco? It looks great - that’s not the thing. I’ll watch anything Pixar puts out. I’ve just been informed by several people that I’m going to probably cry, and as your local friendly Repressed Midwesterner(TM), I’ve got to be in the right frame of mind for that. It’ll probably take a while to get a hold of a copy anyways. 

Did you feel like you should have reread A Wrinkle In Time before you went? It’s been a while for me too, but I’m hearing such good things and the cast looks great, so I definitely want to watch at some point.

I am hearing such lovely things about Love, Simon! I’d have to go further afield to see it, but I’m willing to bet Popcorn Friend would be up for it, and she lives in an area with a decent movie theater anyways. Consider it added to the list! Would you recommend reading the book first, or just eventually?

Thanks for the great recommendations!

[cssns]

Hello, everyone!

Please welcome @killiansprincss to the CSSNS!

Tumblr Name killiansprincss

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom? Since 2016. I binged the first 4 seasons when I should’ve been studying for my exams but I’m glad I watched ouat instead

When did you start shipping Captain Swan? I don’t have an exact moment as I binged 4 seasons in a week, but likely after the beanstalk

What drew you to this event? My 2021 goal is to write more, and this event will force me to work on my fics and I like the idea of the event

What inspired your topic? I’d written a CS Hogwarts au 5 years ago and always planned to write a sequel, but looking back it wasn’t a great story so I thought I would do something different that I hadn’t seen before. I don’t like crossovers but I love when you put the ouat characters into a different universe

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below. “Well for starters your accent, we don’t get many British people at Ilvermorny. There’s also your politeness, no need for such formalities-assuming you’re who I think you are.”

Killian raises his eyebrows. “And who do you think I am, love?”

Feeling slightly flustered because damn this guy was attractive, she brushes it off with a smile, and the blonde says, “the new British Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.”

He reaches out his hand, “That I am. Killian Jones. And who might you be?”

“Emma Swan. Charms Professor."

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event? Reading everyone else’s stories, I’m always in need of more CS fics

Captain Swan at Hogwarts?! I know I'm excited for this idea -- be sure to cheer Evie on for this great fic!