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12 (Actually 13) Days of Captain Swan Fic Recs !!!
And we are back with Day 5 of my 12 (Actually 13) Days of CS Fic Recs with another writer that I found in my very early days of fan fiction reading, @whimsicallyenchantedrose!! Jen is the absolute QUEEN of fluff and her fics are my go to when I need my spirits lifted.
She is also the final co-writer of our Girls Vacay Fics, so once again, those fics are at the top of my list of favorites of her fics!! And included in that series, is the fic she wrote last year for her travel companions bdays - mine, @jrob64, and @snowbellewells, then ending with her bday last April - The Girls' Trip Fairy Tale Ending - Rated T - Four fandom friends are nearing the end of their annual girls’ trip when they’re suddenly visited by Isaac, the author before Henry. He gives them an each a gift--an opportunity to jump into any scene in the storybook they want and fix it.
And boy did we ever fix those scenes!!! A&E REALLY should have hired us as writers for the show...
But now to the rest of Jen's fics that I've read multiple times over the years.
A Pirate's Christmas Carol - Rated G - CS Christmas Future Fic. With only a month to go before the birth of his and Emma Swan’s first baby, Killian begins to fear he doesn’t have what it takes to be a good father. Three ghosts—from Killian’s past, present and future help him see that he is ready for the adventure that is fatherhood.
The Girl That I Adore - Rated T - Emma wakes from a nightmare one night and finds her husband, Killian Jones, missing from their bed. Emma has a pretty good idea where to find him. Another beautiful blonde has captured his heart-and Emma couldn't be happier.
Until the Stars Are All Alight - Rated T - Written for CSSNS19. CS LOTR au: When Emma Swan steals a yellow Volkswagen Beetle, she has no idea it will lead her toward an adventure filled with danger and intrigue, sacrifice and a love stronger than anything she could imagine. Tasked with bringing the Savior home, the elf, Killian Jones of Misthaven travels to the Land Without Magic. Can he convince Emma to fulfill her destiny before the Dark One regains power and takes over all of the Enchanted Forest?
Under the Apple Tree - Rated T - An Outlaw Queen fic, Jen wrote this one during the summer between s6&7. This fic gave me my OQ happy ending, so it had to be included in the list.
After being hit by the Olympian Crystal, Robin is transported to Seattle, unable to return to any magical realm. When it becomes clear he has no way to return to his family, Robin finally decides to bury his broken heart in work–founding a landscaping business, Sherwood Forestry. Fifteen years later, Robin receives an order from the last person he ever thought he’d see again.
Taking Back Neverland - Rated T - Originally written as a part of Jen's Fluffy Fridays Collection, this fic takes the Neverland arc from the show and puts a FABULOUS twist on it!!
After actress Emma Swan's lead role in a popular TV show is at an end, she is offered the leading role in the Regina Mills film, Taking Back Neverland, a fresh retelling of the Peter Pan story. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. Only problem? She'll be starring opposite Killian Jones, who she positively can't stand.
By Land or Sea Series - Rated T - A canon divergent series after 3x11.
A new villain has invaded the Enchanted Forest-the wicked witch of the west, but she is nothing but the lackey of a far greater evil. When Captain Hook hears of an ancient prophecy that details the defeat of the new villain, he knows the prophecy refers to him and Emma. Can he find Emma? Can he restore her memories and make her fall in love with him before it's too late?
And finally, as an Honorable Mention, I can't call Jen the Queen of Fluff and not mention her Fluffy Friday collection. Started as a way to combat the angst left by the s4 finale, the collection now stands at 176 chapters of the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. I hope you enjoy all these! See you tomorrow for Day 6!!!
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Saturn’s Free CSP Brush Recommendations, CS Asset Store Edition
I may sell brushes now, but I still love me some free brushes & love to share them with people. These are a bunch of cool brushes made by other people that you can use to build up a nice library of tools without having to spend any cash on, perfect if you’re new to CSP or are on a budget. If you do download these, be sure to like them & give some love to the artist if you enjoy them. :D
How to find: type in the Content ID or Ctrl/Command + C & P (copy and paste shortcuts) into the Clip Studio asset store on the Clip Studio application. I’ll add a link as a preview but copying & pasting the content ID is easiest. I have automatic translation ON, so sorry if you read some weird names. Feel free to reblog this with your own suggestions, there’s many brushes out there I missed. :D Check defsiarte’s suggestions too, and if you want to see my recommendations for stuff on Gumroad/DA & other places, check this tag.
Large Packs
“An analogue art supply" - 1813808 Huge pack of everything, including acrylic, oil, watercolor, marker, pen, & pencil. I like the markers and sometimes use the acrylics too.
Crm's Toolbox, Watercolors, Markers, & other treasures
Fantastic use of texture and some cute effects pens. The artist has posted everything from quality painting & drawing pens to quality glitter pens for writing.
The Old Default Assets - 1842027 & 1841759 These aren’t pictured, but if you ever see an older tutorial or video showcasing some default brushes you never had, it’s because CSP reworked its default tools around version 1.9. Fortunately they rerelased them so anyone can redownload them. The old ones are still good to use, they’re just not included.
Painters - With Texture
Thiccpaint - 1707517 Never leave home without it. I riot if I don’t have them on my computer.. They have the right combination of texture, shape, & blend with great handling and great variety.
Icyannyou's Momo Sets - user:Icyannyou Super cute packs that give a lovely painterly look. The Storybook pack is fantastic, and even if you don't draw cute you can still use these painters & blenders to give your artwork character. :)
Thick Coating Brush Set - 1683127 I like these for background work, but it's a big pack of thick textured painters with good handling & neat effects.
Marredae's Brushes - user:Marredae This artist has a knack for textured brushes. Very high rec, fantastic library of wet & dry painting/rendering tools.
Roro Oil - 1820057 Rompi is another user I enjoy the stuff of, and I'll recommend a few more brushes from them in other categories by the time this post is done. Check 'em out!
Suika chalk - 1760304 Very useful rough chalk. Sometimes, that’s all you need!
Sprongle - 1935694 A simple round brush with a nice rough tip. Slightly rough without being too rough, great for quick paintings.
Johnnie halloween pack & Brokenhearted brushes... - 1876075 & 1938786, user:EnjieLemon EnjieLemon has some nice brushes in general, but some are paid for. Still worth checking out due to their cheap clippy price (and clippy can be obtained for free). The Brokenhearted brushes have a nice texture. The Halloween pack includes a cute pumpkin stamp along with some easy to use chalk, oil, & watercolor brushes. Compact and easy to use!
“Watercolor marker and texture set” - 1682349 There's a reason this set is one of the most downloaded on the asset store. It's one of the best looking watercolor replicas out there, and even if you don't use the brushes, you can likely still find a use for the textures. Great for soft coloring.
Grunge Brushes, Soft | Heavy | Complex Brushes & Xenomorphius' stuff in general - user:xenomorphius Xeno drops some cool natural looking brushes out every so often for painting, inking, and dry media. Please check 'em out! The grunge brushes create a fun, grungy look like it says on the pack, & the soft/heavy/complex set can be used for painting as well as lining.
Oil-h5 trial - 1976418 These brushes are hard to explain. They work with the dual brush setting, & push around a layer of paint on top of your regular paint, creating a cool, streaky look. They're a hidden gem.
MYNQZO brushes - 1993875 A pretty darn good set for painting. I really love rough brush 2, it's great for sketching & rendering.
Painting, non-textured
(basic rounds & other shapes for smooth rendering)
Kiminie71's Brush Set - 1728687 4 simple rounds that are great for rendering! https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1728687
CHIMAKA Set - 1747974 Heavy drag paint that highlights well & applies thickly. Great for bold shading.
Choms Paint - 1910936 It just gets me. No further elaboration.
Honeypen<3 - 1786787 Fits great in my paint hand. Very slidey & blends like intended!
Wet flat marker - 1917678 Super blending brush, gives super soft edges to paint. Blends great.
oil mushblendiw - 1918739 Another simple & easy to use roundbrush.
Paint - 1760641 This plainly named brush is a triangle brush that goes between heavy & light with pressure. The creator, Puppsicle, also sells some neat brushes on Ko-Fi if you enjoy this brush.
"The Scarlet Knot Brush Set 2" - 1916125 I use the watercolor of thought out of this set, but they're all pretty good & easy to use. https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1916125
Sunday - 1825825 A round brush with a watercolor border that gives a nice, sketchy feeling. https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1825825
Marker Brushes
Marker Texture Brush -1809506 A very nice subtly textured brush. Has a nice instructional guide on how to get the best results with it. :D
Mirre's Marker set - 1749822 Another good brush with a subtle texture. Comes with its own blender!
Woody Marker & Pencil set - 1772987 I also love the pencil in this pack. Nice woody feel, feel free to turn off multiply.
Pencils & Sketchers
SU-Cream Pencil - 1761353 no wonder its popular. Can be used for lineart, sketching, and coloring, this versatile brush delivers a great smooth look with a gentle textured end finish on pressure.
Write BoruPenP - 1753435 Probably the best ballpoint pen on Clip. Please check out Pharan's things, I love them.😊
“Pencil-like Brush for Lineart” - 1692270 Ok this is kind of a weird way to recommend something. It's SUPPOSED to be a pencil but I use it like a paintbrush with the opacity & density on pressure control, & another copy with blending turned on. Whatever you use it for, you're sure to get a good result!
Grease pencil/china marker - 1774978 Chunky brush for chunky sketching needs.
Muda muda muda - 1715496 A pretty darn good dark pencil.
REDSketch soft - 1907313 just a nice sketcher! Good for shading too.
MUGZ BRUSH - 1861032 A set of dry chalk & brushes. Gives a fun messy look when used!
T Spade Pencil - 1769208 A pencil that looks great for lineart as well as sketches. Good taper.
Magipencil 2 - 1755940 Utterly good for textured and smooth lineart. These pens get me. Can’t recommend them enough. :)
Pens & Inkers
G-pen 6 - 1767809 A generic name but a good Gpen with character. Organic without sacrificing too much smoothness.
"Flat thick pen" - 1826131 I call it the card games pen. I think you can see why. Solid at high pressure, a little bit of texture at low pressure, and pretty great for sharp angles.
Haggiben_Lineart_Color - 1770988 A nice triangle liner.
Gabu Pen - 1894713 Very slightly rough pen on one side, another nice triangle-like liner.
Aeridus - user:Aeridis All 3 of their pens give a nice result.
Pilot Pen - 1895049 A great IRL brush now a digital one!
Fude set - 1726964 & 1759205 Heavy, beautiful ink! The creator has some more good ink pens too, take a look. :D
Dimi - 1763877 It's a ga,l with a knife and a nice calligraphy pen. Can't ask for more. Turn on >particles "change with brush size" in settings to keep the shape without chaning.
New Cali A nice set of Calligraphy brushes. They have smooth transitions between big and small.
Blend, Fill, & Erase
Noise and texture blur - 1842730 If you want a more painterly look to your blur, get these! They said they're supposed to be turned from free to paid, but the artist hasn't come back and done it yet. Will they do it? I'm not sure. :0
Textured Blending & Blurs - 1904941 & 1971444 They're actually made by me, my apologies, but it's hard to find textured blenders by themselves. Most are included in a set or are something you have to pay for, so I released a few free stand alone ones due to it. Normal solid round blenders & blurs are easier to find & even easier to create yourself! https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1904941 https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1971444
Unhelpful Eraser - 1798605 The terrible hard eraser that you had in school becomes digital. Download it as a tribute.
Quick Lasso Fill - 1978471 Fills up a lasso'ed area.
Random Color Fill - 1707873 Picks random spaces to fill. The picture in the demonstration shows it better than I can describe.
Scratchy Coloring - 1845677 A fun scratchy brush that can fill areas up.
Quick Lasso Eraser - 1875033 This and the next brush are both @pharan ‘s again. This does the same as the lasso fill, but erases as you can tell.
Erase along Edge - 1800143 An eraser that takes advantage of reference layers. The description explains it in detail.
"Create Solid-irregularity set" aka adding texture to black solid ink patches - 1768052 These distress the paper, making it look more textured. Easier to look at than to explain, click the link for more!
Mirre Cross Hatch Brush Set - 1972956 I love the look the spaced lines give. Fantastic set.
Overlap Hatching (…"a texan"???) - 1712720 One of the most popular Clip Studio Hatchers for a reason, easy to apply hatchers that you can just keep adding to for a sparse or dense look.
Dust hatching brush - 1966237 Simple light hatcher with dust particles around it for a dusty feeling.
Cross-hatching Blur - 1684830
I actually recommend all of user:もの区 ‘s stuff they have posted for crosshatching. There’s a whole bunch of great free brushes there for anyone who enjoy hatching!
“Rough and Solid” - 1874629 A ribbon brush that makes good borders.
“Coarse Solid Erase” - 1872105 For those who like to fill an area, then erase the light parts away.
chaos brushes - 1569895 A great marbler.
"Dirty cross hatching_monochrome" - 1727346 A nice, thick, analogue hatch. SB has some great material in general, but most needs clippy.
Creepy Lines 1 & 2 - 1405766 & 1707236 Get some spooky lines into your art!
Simple Retro Halftone - 1802041 A small set that's easy to use to add some halftone texture.
retro halftone brushes - 1852027 A larger yet still easy to use set with more specific brushes to use for each color.
Mar's Halftones - 1949506 A set with a lot of fun patterns! Check out SpiralPuzzle's stuff in general, they post some unique brushes.
Pixel Art
Pixel Brushes by tsiox - (small) 1971800 & (large) 1969097 THE Clip Studio pixel set. Has a ton of tools & textures to use. The small set is better for slower internet connections & if you don't want all the patterns.
Studio Screen Tones - 1803496 If you like Flipnote studios or need more dithers, get this!
Pixel Foliage Brushes - 1883082 I apologize for promoting my own assets again, but I promise they're useful if you're doing anything with grass, trees, or bushes! ;w; My basic set - 1910804 Another lighter set with a few noise brushes that are useful at tiny size. Did my best not to overlap with tsiox’s set while covering the basics.
Bonus: two blending pixel brush sets. Mao Pixel (1779745) & Scummy Pixel(1782455). They’re not for exact pixel art, they’re more for playing around with & painting. :)
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Thanksgiving Reruns 2024--Chapter 3: Black Friday (pt. 1/3)
It’s that time again; the holidays! I would like to wish all my followers who celebrate it a very happy Thanksgiving. As a thank you to you (as well as my followers who DON’T celebrate), I present you with 3 Thanksgiving related stories I’ve written in the past. Enjoy!
Title: Black Friday—Chapter 1 of 3
Rating: G
Words: 1442
Summary: CS as single parents AU. As the holidays approach, Emma’s son Henry and Killian’s daughter Alice ask for a specific storybook which will ONLY be available for purchase on Black Friday.
Other Chapters: 1 2 4 5
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Black Friday—Chapter 1
One week before Thanksgiving
“Do you really think it’ll work?” she asked, leaning forward, eyes bright and delighted.
“It’s perfect!” he answered. “Trust me! Our plan will work like a charm. Just make sure you give him Miss French’s flier and make him see how much you want it. I’ll do the same with her. By Christmas, we’ll be celebrating our success.”
She grinned. “Oh, I hope you’re right! Can you imagine? If we pull this off, everything will change forever!”
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The morning after Thanksgiving
The alarm clock roared to life as a way, way too enthusiastic version of Jingle Bell Rock blared from the speakers of her clock radio. Emma groaned, reaching blindly over to slam the button on the top of the alarm and make the noise stop.
3 am. It was entirely too early for any sane person to be awake. Even the early birds were still peacefully snoozing in their nests. It was only the crazy humans, intent on getting the best deals on the best Christmas gifts who would submit themselves to this kind of torture.
She hoped the payout was worth it.
Her bed was so warm, so comfortable, that for a split second, Emma considered just forgetting about the whole thing and going back to sleep, but then she thought about Henry.
It had been a difficult year for him, for both of them really. They’d had a great life in New York. Her bail bonds gig had paid well enough that they could afford a wonderful apartment. Henry had lots of friends at school. She’d had a guy she loved, a guy she really thought was the one. He’d seemed great with Henry, and Henry had really liked him.
Walsh had proposed a week before Halloween, and Emma had really considered saying yes. Granted, she didn’t feel the epic, sweeping, melt-into-a-pile-of-goo passion you see in movies, but she did love Walsh, and he could be a wonderful addition to the little family circle she and Henry had put together.
At least that’s what she thought.
Emma had made up her mind to accept the proposal when it all went south. Turns out Walsh wasn’t at all who he said he was. He’d been playing a long con on her, doing his level best to steal her money and assets right from under her nose, and she felt like a fool for buying into it his b.s. She was smarter than this! She ran the honey trap on bail jumpers; she knew the playbook. How did she fall for it?
She’d just so badly wanted that perfect, white-picket-fence life for herself, and especially for her ten-year-old son, that’s how.
After everything had so epically crashed and burned with Walsh, Emma had just wanted to get away. She’d wanted–needed–a new start, and so when her brother David had mentioned the opening for a deputy in the tiny town of Storybrooke, Maine, where he lived with his wife Mary Margaret, Emma had jumped at the opportunity.
Within a week, she’d uprooted her whole life–and her son’s whole life–and moved to Storybrooke. For the moment, she and Henry were crashing with David and Mary Margaret in their tiny loft apartment until Emma could find them their own place.
The move had been the most difficult on Henry. All he’d ever known was back in New York–friends, school, entire lifestyle. Small town Storybrooke was like a totally different world than the booming metropolis he was used to. Her normally happy, vivacious kid had been quiet, almost withdrawn since they’d arrived in Storybrooke.
Emma knew kids were resilient, that Henry would bounce back, but she felt so damn guilty for causing him stress.
And so, naturally when Henry had come home a week ago, excitement bumped up to a level ten, talking a mile a minute and waving a flier in her face, Emma had taken notice. Turns out the school librarian Belle French–who was also the owner and proprietor of “A Tale as Old as Time”, Storybrooke’s best (and only) bookstore–was holding a special Black Friday sale on a very special storybook, entitled Once Upon a Time. She had one copy, and one copy only, and the rare book would normally sell for an exorbitant price–somewhere between an arm and a leg. On Black Friday, however, she was offering the book for dirt cheap, but there was a catch. The price was only good during the special, Black Friday early bird sale. Doors opened at 4 am. First person to touch the book had the opportunity to purchase it.
Henry had always loved stories, and he’d been particularly fascinated with fairy tales. Naturally, a book chalk full of them would be right up Henry’s alley. Faced with the prospect of getting Henry the perfect gift, the gift that would finally bring him some joy after the difficult last few weeks, it was a no brainer.
Waking up a few hours before the crack of dawn was a small price to pay for her kid’s happiness.
Emma pushed aside the covers and got up, throwing on the first pair of clean clothes she could find, twisting her hair into a messy bun, and then downing the strong coffee her sister-in-law had set to brew for her. By the end of her second cup, she was feeling almost human, and she was ready to brave the hordes of Black Friday shoppers to attain her prize.
It was a quick, five minute walk to the center of town where “A Tale as Old as Time” was located, and Emma made it just as the cheerful brunette proprietor was unlocking the doors and letting her first customers in. Emma knew just where her target was. She’d scoped out the bookstore over the weekend, getting the lay of the land and mapping out her plan of attack. She knew just where to go, and within sixty seconds of the store opening, she’d reached her target. It was right there, in sight.
Emma reached for the book, her hand made contact–just as another hand did as well.
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Killian Jones had lived a difficult life. He’d seen more heartache and tragedy in his thirty-five years of existence than most people did in a lifetime. Aye, it had been an incredibly difficult life, but it did have one bright, shining spot.
His daughter Alice.
His one-night-stand with Alice’s mom, Eloise, had been a mistake of epic proportions, but Killian would never regret it, because it gave him the greatest blessing of his life, his precious little starfish.
Nine months after their dalliance, Eloise had suddenly showed up on his doorstep, placed their newborn daughter in his arms, and then walked out of their lives forever. For himself, Killian couldn’t have cared less. He felt nothing but revulsion for the woman who’d gotten him blind drunk and then taken advantage of him that night nine months ago. In the bright morning light, he’d been disgusted with her, with himself, and with the entire sordid affair. He’d have been more than happy if he never saw her noisome face again.
No, he didn’t care if she walked away from him, but his heart had broken at the fact that his tiny, perfect daughter had been abandoned by her mother. Killian knew from first hand the agony of being abandoned by a parent, and it tore him up inside that his beloved daughter had to deal with it as well.
Though having a child was the farthest thing from his mind at the time, there’d never been any doubt what he would do. Alice was his daughter, his precious child, and he would do right by her no matter what.
Ten years later, he thanked his lucky stars every single day that he’d made the choice to raise her. Alice was the most important person in the world to him, and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
So naturally, when she came home from school all excited about the book Miss French was selling, Killian knew exactly how he would be spending his very early Black Friday morning.
He’d arrived at “Tale as Old as Time” just as Miss French opened the doors. He rushed to the back of the store, his prize in sight.
He grabbed the book just as a gorgeous blonde made contact.
“Um excuse me,” she said with a frown. “This book is mine.”
It appeared this shopping expedition was going to be more difficult–although possibly more intriguing–the blonde truly was breathtaking–than he’d expected.
Killian grinned. He’d never backed down from a challenge, and he didn’t intend to begin now.
Next Chapter–>
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Terrible Fic Idea #82: The Chronicles of Narnia, but make it ASOIAF
@kyuremking recently asked me how I would go about combining Game of Thrones with The Chronicles of Narnia - and admittedly I was a bit baffled at first. Narnia has never been one of my go-to fandoms - I never liked how CS Lewis handled Susan, as if growing up was a crime worthy of exclusion from paradise, and the religious imagery feels quite heavy-handed considering the century in which they were published.
But I thought. And I mused. And I turned the idea over in my mind. And this is what I came up with: What if the Stark siblings fell into an Old Gods-analog of Narnia?
Just imagine it:
One day while exploring beneath the catacombs, young Arya Stark falls into Narnia. It is not quite the Narnia we know, with most of the heavy Christian symbolism of the books being replaced by the beliefs and mythology of the Old Gods.
As the religion of the Old Gods is not overly expanded upon in canon, let's imagine it here as something of a cross between shintoism and folk orthodoxy - polytheist and heavily animist with a notion of "pollution vs purity" and an un-codified moral code, but with localized cults of anthropomorphized saints which over the centuries have picked up certain aspects of certain of the New Gods. The details don't really matter so long as the two most important of these saints, which have taken on aspects of the Smith and the Mother, can be used to replicate the Narnian idea of son of Adam and daughter of Eve.
Arya falls into Narnia. Bran tentatively believes her, but the rest of her siblings think she's telling tales. This leads to some back and forth before Jon and Sansa are separately tasked to pull Bran and Arya out of the catacombs - and end up falling into Narnia after them.
Jon, Sansa, Bran, and Arya free Narnia from an endless winter at the hands of the Corpse Queen, who was trapped there by the Children of the Forest, which weakened the Others enough that the Last Hero was able win the Battle for the Dawn. They then rule Narina as Kings and Queens for forty years, eventually falling back into Winterfell while hunting the White Stag.
The exact details of the Narnia interlude are unimportant, as our story picks up literally the minute they find themselves all in a heap back in the catacombs, child-sized once more.
The rest of their family immediately notices the difference, but has no idea what to make of it. All of a sudden the four middle Stark children seem to have overcome all of their differences. They're not just acting like miniature adults, they're acting like proper lords and ladies - used to commanding and their orders being followed.
The difference is starkest with Arya - who seems have mellowed in the course of a day to warrior queen out of legend - and Sansa - who is no longer dreamy but dangerous in the way all Queens of Winter have always been. But it's there with Jon - who seems surer, steadier, and more comfortable in his own skin even as he looks at Ned with betrayal in his eyes - and Bran - who has gone from wanting to be a storybook knight to being the gallant knight he's always wanted to be.
Additionally, all four seem unspeakably close these days and can often be found whispering together - and slowly going silent when anyone else draws near. They're in and out of each other's chambers to the point where it's honestly strange to find one of them alone.
There's no time to ponder these changes, as the royal party is on their way North.
Ned will regret not paying closer attention for the rest of his life.
For while in Narnia, the Stark children learned two things: 1) That Jon is the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and his second wife, Lyanna Stark. Though it's never outright stated, it's heavily implied that while Lyanna's abduction was willing, her imprisonment in a tower was not, and by the end of it hated her husband more than anyone. Jon will never, ever be sure where his conception fell on the spectrum; and 2) that the Long Night is coming. It may be in their generation, it may be in the next, but Westeros must be strong to ensure the Dawn will come. Everything they've learned about Robert Baratheon suggests that he will not - cannot - be the king Westeros needs. And so Jon, Arya, Bran, and Sansa plot, and scheme in preparation for Jon to take the throne himself.
They're prepared to play the long game - but don't have to after Bran spies Jamie and Cersei in the First Keep. He arranges for the pair to be discovered in a way that is utterly undeniable. The twins are tried, found guilty, and beheaded in short order. Cersei's children are declared bastards - and, after Joffrey draws a sword in protest of this, Joffrey is slain as well. Myrcella and Tommen are remanded to Ned's care until they are old enough to join the Faith, enter the Citadel, or take the Black.
And then Robert does what he does best: drinks and whores, seemingly uncaring that his rule is hanging by a thread.
And so Jon acts - or rather, Jon and Sansa go to Ned so that he can act. They sit him down, explain that they know Jon is the rightful Targaryen heir, and state that if Ned does not declare for Jon now, he is dooming Westeros to a bloody civil war. It is best to act decisively now rather than wait for Robert's vices to kill him.
This conversation takes the better part of the night, but eventually Ned is convinced. When morning comes, Ned orders his guards put the few royal guards not already under watch (the majority Lannister men-at-arms having been imprisoned for rioting after Jamie and Cersei's deaths) and takes Robert hostage.
Jon is named King Jaehaerys III.
A great host marches south to King's Landing, picking up the lords of the Riverlands while fighting off Lannister forces, and takes King's Landing quickly, despite Renly's spirited defense of the city. Forces are sent to mop up Stannis at Dragonstone in echo of the Rebellion and in short order Jon is King of Westeros in truth.
What follows is a montage of Jon doing is best to strengthen the kingdom, put down rebellions, and make Westeros ready for the Long Night.
Bran marries Shireen Baratheon, who is named Lady Paramount of the Stormlands in her own right. Their marriage is one of surprising affection - and one which seems determined to restore House Baratheon to its greatest number through their own efforts. Bran is known as The Noble Wolf, and earns a reputation equal to that of the Dragonknight or Duncan the Tall.
Arya marries Robin Arryn, but it's doubtful they ever consummate the marriage. When he dies two years later, she claims the Vale by right of widowhood, and has already been doing such a good job ruling in his stead that few protest when there are no viable alternatives. No one ever quite knows who fathers her heir, but by that point the Long Night is in full swing and few take issue with it.
Robb marries Margery Tyrell, the closest the Tyrells can get to the crown. It's a successful marriage, if not one of deep affection, and ensures the North is well-fed when the Long Night comes.
Jon marries Sansa, with whom he'd had a relationship in Narnia and who he'd been dancing around after their return to adolescence. They often wonder about the children they left behind in Narnia, which causes some angst when they start having children in Westeros, but are undeniably the happiest royal couple in 200 years.
There are other efforts beyond marriage in the background, including 1) a long sequence during which Theon Greyjoy is installed as Lord Paramount of the Iron Islands after his father rebels. He proves to be remarkably loyal to the crown, marries Lyra Mormont, and turns the Ironborn from pirates into a royal navy in one generation; 2) Rickon is sent to foster in Dorne, which he takes to in a way no one could have predicted. He ends up staying in Dorne for most his life and becomes known as The Desert Wolf - a wilder, fiercer knight than his brother Bran. He never marries, but fathers a bevy of bastards to rival Oberyn Martell - at least half of them with Oberyn's daughter Loreza; and 3) Tywin being in open rebellion for years before Tyrion, in a desperate attempt to ensure a Lannister stays Lord of the Rock after they're assuredly defeated by the combined strength of the rest of Westeros, kills his father, takes his place, and swears his fidelity - just in time for the Long Night to descend.
With their preplanning, the Long Night is not half as bad as it was in canon - but it's still war. Sansa rules in King's Landing while Jon, Arya, and Bran lead the fighting to the north.
The situation goes poorly at first, with royal forces able to hold The Others off long enough for the Free Folk to to safety - but it's still a retreat, with each loss to the living strengthening the dead. The situation is starting to seem desperate by the time the Others reach the Wall.
In the darkest moment of the Battle of the Wall, the dragon Cannibal arrives at Castle Black to aid Jon, while two of his kin go to help Arya and Bran at the Shadow Tower and Eastwatch-by-the Sea. (These dragons being ice dragon cousins of the Targaryen fire dragons of the east, and thus drawn to the Stark bloodline when they bother to take riders at all.) Together they are the three heads of the dragon...
...and they start pushing the Others back. Within two years, they have won and the Night King is destroyed.
Jon goes on to rule for several more decades, beloved and capable in a way that no Targaryen ruler before him has ever been. (His few detractors are quick to point out he's more Stark than Targaryen, but Jon takes that as a compliment.) His queen, Sansa, seems less a consort and more a co-ruler, and is possibly more beloved than her husband. Their rule is one of peace and growing prosperity throughout the Seven Kingdoms and takes up an almost Arthurian place in the later history and mythology of Westeros.
They never speak of their experiences in Narnia to anyone - save Jon and Sansa's eldest son, Robb and Margery's eldest daughter, Arya's heir, and one of Bran and Shireen's middle children, who fall into Narnia themselves while exploring the Red Keep, who help the rightful king retake his throne...
Bonuses include: 1) The relationship between Robb and Jon never quite getting back to where it was before the Narnia interlude. As a result, Robb and Theon become even closer - which may have a strong role in Theon's efforts to turn the Iron Islands away from raiding. Dealer's choice if this relationship is bromance or romance; 2) A revival of the Old Gods and their religion following in the wake of the Targaryen Restoration. They win many converts everywhere the Stark family gains a foothold and godswoods are restored throughout the Seven Kingdoms; 3) A projection of Westerosi power into the lands beyond the Wall. At first this is nominal, but as parts of Beyond The Wall start to build villages and keeps similar to those in the North, things begin to change. Within 100 years most of the area capable of being settled this way is under control of their own Lord Paramount descended from a marriage between Robb and Theon's lines. The lands further north continue their pre-War lifestyles, but are nominally part of Westeros as well; and 4) Daenerys lives a happy life with Drogo in Essos. She watches with pleasure as her son Rhaego forms the largest land empire the world of ice and fire has ever seen - and lives just long enough to see that empire collapse after his death as his heirs scrabble for power. One of her great-grandsons, however, does end up on the throne of Yi Ti. His dynasty will eventually rise to be Westeros' great eastern rivals.
And that is surprisingly more than I thought'd I'd have. @kyuremking, IDK if this is quite what you were looking for, but it's the best I could come up with. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.
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OC Interview: Viridian
Thank you so much for the tag @gummybugg and sorry it took so long for me to get to it, but here I am! This has been in my drafts for soooooooo long so hopefully it lives up to your expectations haha!
This interview features Viridian, from my main wip The Shifting Tides!
I'll tag @hollyannewrites @hallwriteblr @airic-fenn @sparrowrising @tate-lin @lexiklecksi @charlies-storybook @lshark-cs @joswriting @thesorcerersapprentice @hippiewrites and @betweenthetimeandsound! And anyone else who wants to join in, just say I tagged you!
Question 1! Are you named after anyone?
Viridian shifts in his chair a little, seeming perfectly at ease with himself. A smile appears, pearly-white teeth showing in a not-too-friendly sort of way. Rather, he seems joyful at this question, all too eager to answer it.
"My ancestors, quite obviously." He waves a hand dismissively. "Lord Viridian the First. King Viridian the Second. And so on." His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he scoffed. "We don't really talk about Viridian the Third."
Question 2! When was the last time you cried?
As you move on to the next question, he frowns. It seems to catch him off guard, and he wets his lips in focus.
"I don't cry." He lies directly through his teeth. But something flashes behind his eyes... a memory, perhaps? Whatever it is, his hand flung upwards to gently rub at a scar on his wrist. What could it be?
Question 3! Do you have kids?
Your third question has him perking up again, and he drops his hands to smile.
"Not yet," he purrs. "Though I certainly would want some. Adopted, fostered, biological... I don't really care." His eyes turned slightly wistful and glassy, as though he's imagining that day. And who he may have kids with.
Question 4! Do you use sarcasm a lot?
His smile turns into a sneer.
"All the time."
Question 5! What's the first thing you notice about people?
This question makes him think, and he furrows his brows. You're almost worried he won't respond, but then his eyes snap back up.
"Their insecurities, honestly," he admits, almost sheepishly. "It's easy to tell when you look them in the eyes. And once you know what makes them tick, it's easy enough to pick them apart piece by piece."
Question 6! What's your eye color?
He reached up to stretch his eyelids, showing off his eyes. They're a deep emerald green with an almost bluish tint. There's almost... silver speckles like stars within them as well. Curious. He doesn't verbally respond.
Question 7! Scary movies or happy endings?
His sneer comes back, and he answers immediately.
"Scary. Obviously."
Question 8! Any special talents?
He doesn't hesitate before showing off on old scimitar.
"Swordplay. Simple enough, yeah?" He stretched out, crossing one leg over the other. "A good talent for a pirate king, no?"
Question 9! Where were you born?
His brows furrow again, but then he shrugs lackadasically. "No idea. T'was on a ship in the middle of the sea. S'what my father told me, anyway."
Question 10! What are your hobbies?
He points his sword at you, though not in a overly threatening way. Instead, his smile turns chilly and he looks unamused. "Next question."
Question 11! Do you have any pets?
His chilly demeanor is gone, and he easily shrugs. "I think I had a cat when I was younger, but I'm sure she ran away. I would have too with who my father was, heh."
Question 12! What sort of sports do you play?
"Never played any." His words are laced with a smile. "Unless you call running from royal authorities to be considered a sport."
Question 13! How tall are you?
Viridian stands up, and then does a little spin. He's clearly flexing his height over you, since he's quite a bit taller than most. "About this tall."
Question 14! Favorite subject in school?
"Never went to school." He shrugs. "Nothing formal, anyway. I had some tutors and was taught to read, but mostly on my own time. I liked reading about the history of poets." He frowns, realizing he must have revealed too much.
Question 15! Dream job?
At the last question, he looked as though he's breathing a sigh of relief. But he quickly covers it up with one of his arrogant smirks. Still, there's an air about him that seems tired. "Killing innocents, pillaging towns for silver, kidnapping nobles... take your pick."
His eyes give off his lies.
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Self Promo Sunday: “Scaling the Walls”
Originally, I started this one before the season four finale actually aired (though the idea and set-up were based on the promos) and I didn’t finish it until that episode had shown. Still, this is more my own idea of how the “Emma being trapped in a tower and needing a rescue” plot could have played out. I revisited it the other day to make cover art, and then I thought that someone else might also enjoy it on Self-Promo Sunday!
Summary: In the Author’s altered storybook reality, a young boy who believes will still inspire an honorable deckhand to rescue the princess locked in the tower - the princess he is meant to find no matter the land or time. {An “Operation Mongoose” divergent CS one shot, with some heroic Henry for good measure}
Also available on AO3 and ff.net, if that is your preference...
by: @snowbellewells (TutorGirlml on ff.net)
Wave upon wave of pain racks her body, radiating through unendingly, nearly rocking Emma Swan off her feet. The only thing keeping her from falling to the floor in an unconscious heap are the chains binding her hand and foot to the stone wall of her tower prison. Her eyes slam shut, and she tries fruitlessly to press her hands to her brow, only to have the motion arrested halfway through by the shortness of her bonds. It feels as if her head may split in two if she cannot exert some pressure to keep her senses together, but all her efforts are for naught. She is trapped and will remain so, no end to her agony in sight.
A strangled scream rises from her throat, pouring past her lips out the window into the trackless woods surrounding her cell and reverberating off its walls. She feels her heart wrenching and shattering as this psychotically unrecognizable version of Snow White plunges her hand once more into Emma's chest and grasps, squeezing and trying to pull out her own daughter's heart. The fact that this is her mother, made bloodthirsty and malicious by some wretched curse, only makes the torture worse, as the face whose kindness Emma has always treasured grins wickedly and Snow throws back her head with an evil laugh. "Oh darling! If you think you will ever defeat me, you're living in a dream world. You as the uprising’s pathetic hope?!? Their promised Savior?" The words are hissed right in Emma's face as the clawed fingers squeeze her pounding organ tighter and jerk at it again, "It’s almost laughable. I am the Queen, and you will rot in this tower, unless you relinquish your lovely heart, and your magic, and submit to my control."
Emma is practically trembling with pain and exertion, sweat running down her forehead and stinging in her eyes, fists clenched at the effort it takes merely to retain awareness through this newest onslaught, petrified by what might happen to her if she slips away. She bites almost through her lower lip, trying not to scream or cry anymore – knowing it only brings this twisted version of Snow pleasure. She has also long since ceased trying to remind her mother of the truth, as it also brought only pain at previous attempts. It hardly bears mentioning that her magic is either not working or no longer accessible to her. She is certain that this Snow won't take that for an answer. Still, can't the other woman see that if Emma had control of her powers she wouldn't stay here at their mercy? Tears fall from Emma's eyes silently at the cruel, unknowing stare focused on her, but she holds back any sound.
The new Evil Queen twists her hand within Emma's chest, and Emma is sure she must be dying. A howl of agony tears from her throat against her will and echoes in horrible crescendo. The sounds of abject despair and torment go winging out the lone window of the tower to be heard for miles around by those who ignore the cries of a rumored hero supposedly suffering at the Queen's hand.
The heartless slave version of Prince Charming steps forward from where he waits in the shadows, hand outstretched in supplication as he urges his Queen. "Your Majesty!" he pleads fervently. "Stop, please! You'll kill her at this rate and never harness her magic for yourself!"
His dark haired mistress darts a dangerous, crackling, narrow-eyed look over her shoulder at him against the far wall, pausing only an instant before her hand shoots out and throws him against the solid stone, where he falls incapacitated. "Silence!" Snow White orders needlessly as he seems completely stunned into submission.
Her shuttered, emotionless eyes, venomous and sharp as any serpent's, flick back to her prisoner and gleam with cold intent. "You're going nowhere, Princess," she purrs, the title cruel and mocking with the inflection she gives it. "You'll die a prisoner either way. But how much more you suffer before I can gain your heart and your power is entirely up to you. Tell me now how I can accomplish this, and put yourself out of your misery."
Emma trembles helplessly where she stands; her abused, aching muscles stretched beyond endurance but unable to gain relief. She wants to cry out to Snow that she is not this monster; they need to fight together to escape whatever alternate reality Gold and the Author have plunged them into - despite knowing her plea will do no good. Though she senses she will need her magic before all is said and done, though she knows she must hang onto what strength and sanity she has left, Emma thinks that in this awful moment, if she knew how to give up her powers, she would allow the Queen to have them. She doesn't know where Killian or Henry, or any of the other people she has come to know and care about, are – if they have been brought along in this nightmare as well, if they know themselves, or if they have been changed. All she has seen is the inside of these stone walls and these horrific mockeries that should never be called her parents.
However, Snow White seems to take her quiet helplessness as defiance and she shrieks in wild rage. "Have it your way!" she yells. An almost electric pulse of energy erupts from the other woman's palm, and Emma feels it crawling through her veins, burning and scorching unbearably.
Her howls of helpless agony as she quivers in her restraints overlap on each other in desperate, unending climax, until she finally slumps, boneless and insensate in her chains, lost to the world.
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Killian Jones does not know how he got himself roped into such a ridiculous venture. He shakes his head in disbelief once more as he looks behind him to the skinny, bedraggled youth with brown hair flopping in his eyes who follows him through the thick undergrowth at the forest's edge – 'more a fool's errand than a hero's journey' his mind insinuates as he recalls the words of the boy on his heels as he had looked up at Killian with a wide open expression of hope.
What had he been thinking, letting his sense of duty move him to follow this child off his ship, away from the harbor, and on this – what had the lad called it? Operation? Yes, that was it…Operation Swan's Rescue. He had thought himself long past dreams of being a dashing hero and undertaking courageous missions for the good of his people. That was all burned away in the ashes of a Pegasus sail and sunk to the depths with Liam's body long ago, when he was another man. Yet, he has never claimed to be wise or cautious, to do what makes reasonable sense, and he was not able to resist this ragamuffin's precocious grin or the somehow familiar twinkle in his big, trusting eyes, and so here they were, quite possibly chasing a mirage, a dream: a princess in a tower needing a champion to save her.
The lad certainly weaves a compelling tale, Killian thinks to himself as he pushes further into the trees and bracken, keeping well off the beaten path. Of course, he has heard the stories; everyone in this section of the kingdom – where the tower is supposed to reside – has heard of the Savior, the lovely being of hope and light magic, somehow born to the Evil Queen and her favorite plaything, then imprisoned by said mother in fear of her daughter's magical power someday overthrowing her reign of terror. Killian himself had always thought them mere fables – fireside tales to charm and entertain. However, this boy seems so sincere, and so desperate, that he finds himself believing the youth's words.
Beyond that hunch, the sense of trust, his mind cannot help but whisper, 'What if?" If there is truly a Savior, a being of Light and Good, who could restore this land to what it once was, to the beautiful, peaceful kingdom of his youth where he remembers running wild in the fields with Liam chasing him laughingly, where he wove daisy chains to take home to his mother and he could still bask in the love of her pleased, quiet smile. If the Evil Queen's rule can be brought to an end, doesn't he owe it to his people, his country, and Liam's memory, to explore every possibility? Isn't it only good form for one in his post to venture forth and make sure? Not only that, but if such a pure innocent is being held captive, if everyone knows and merely leaves her to such a fate…it twists knots of tension in his gut, not letting his mind rest. A fool he may be. He may be walking directly to his death, but his conscience will let him pursue no other course.
They have come to a stop at a running brook – refilling their canteens, slaking their thirst, catching their breaths – when a wretched wail of agony rings out in the air, silencing the birds and echoing off the trees in harsh, violent waves. Killian's eyes meet the lad Henry's, and they both freeze, horrified by the sound of such suffering. The anguish he hears in that cry lets Killian know for certain he was right to follow this quest. He must stop whatever is being done to this prisoner.
They take off at a run, unheeding of their safety or what they may find. Crashing through thorn bushes and grasping vines, panting with exertion, they both nearly go tumbling headlong to the ground when Killian skids to a sudden halt and Henry plows right into his back.
They have dashed into a deserted clearing, and there before them, rising dark and foreboding into the clouds, stands the tower. The grey stones are cracked and jutting, looking as dark and unwelcoming as must have been intended, and though his eyes search frantically along the base, Killian can see no way in.
Both pirate and youth stand frozen in uncertainty for a long stretch, until abruptly the cries of suffering halt, all goes silent, and Killian finds himself desperately jolted forward. He does not know if this will work, but he simply must take action. The imprisoned woman – according to Henry, their last chance – cannot be dead. They cannot be too late. Grasping at the rugged wall as best he can with his one working hand, he wedges his hook into a crack between stones. With one last glance to make sure his young compatriot is still with him, Killian begins to climb the tower.
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Awareness trickles back to Emma with the scrabbling, scratching sounds of metal scraping along stone. Blinking her eyes blearily and raising her head from where it had slumped awkwardly on her chest, she vaguely determines that the strange scuffling is coming from just outside her prison's single window.
Emma scrunches her brow in confusion, trying to determine what new threat could be coming for her now. She knows that the tower is high, high enough that no fully sane person would attempt to scale its walls. For the few fleeting instants she has been free of her chains in the years it seems she has been held captive here, she was able to see out over the entire forest, well over the tops of the tallest trees.
Just as she is looking fruitlessly around the barren room for something she can defend herself with against this intruder, a metal hook and strong forearm fling themselves in the window and clutch tightly, soon pulling a messily wind-ruffled head of black hair and a belovedly familiar face over with them. Her pirate, whom she had begun to fear herself lost from forever, practically hauls himself though the opening, flopping onto the stone floor, chest heaving with exertion.
"Killian!" she cries out plaintively, so glad to see him that she doesn't even care how girlish and helpless it might make her sound. "You found me!" She begins to run to him, momentarily forgetting her bonds, until the chains jerk her back.
His head shoots up at the sound of her voice, startled blue eyes meeting her gaze. He looks unsure, as if he doesn't know what to make of her awe-filled greeting. Turning quickly in the next moment to stand and return to the window again, he surprises her once more by reaching out his hand to pull someone else up and into the window after him.
Emma's heart swells at the sight of Henry. Both her son and the man she loves are here at last, safe and sound and come to rescue her. Henry doesn't seem to suffer the same confusion that Killian does. Once the man has stopped brushing him off, asking if he is okay, and lets him go, Henry rushes to her with a joyfully relieved shout of "Mom!" and wraps his arms around her – literally bringing warmth and hope back into her cold, lonely false existence.
"You found me," she repeats, a dazed whisper this time, overwhelmed by the belief and determination her son has shown to get here, and the bravery he has exhibited in climbing a tower guarded by the Evil Queen's men, at the risk of his own life – for her sake. She squeezes him tighter, wishing more than she has in all the rest of her time here to be free of the chains so that she can really take her little boy – well, young man now – fully in her arms.
She can only chuckle and shake her head when he grins at her and says exactly what she should have been expecting, "Did you really doubt we would?"
Emma's gaze flicks to Killian again, where he stands back awkwardly watching the reunion. He scratches the spot behind his ear uncertainly, but then he meets her curious, searching glance. She is frozen when their eyes make contact, breath catching with emotion. Not only is he here helping Henry, but he came to her aid even without remembering who she is or what they mean to each other. She wants so badly for him to hold her, for the sort of passionate kiss they have only recently begun to allow themselves to set everything back to rights.
Surprisingly, as the moment stretches on, Emma can see something come over Killian's face. She holds her breath, hoping against hope that somehow what they have, the connection between them, has survived this reboot of their history and who they are in this fictional reality. As she has suffered here alone, afraid she would never see his face, hear his beautiful, lilting voice, or feel his gentle but inflaming touch again, she had come to realize the truth. She loves him with a depth that scares her. She has for a long time, but could never find the words to say it aloud.
Killian tilts his head to the side, beautiful ocean eyes squinting in concentration as he studies her face, almost seeming to look beneath her skin, into her soul. Taking a tentative step forward, he reaches out, taking her hand in his one, gently rubbing soothing fingers over her skin reddened from the heavy shackle. Reaching out with his hook, he smoothes her wild, tangled hair back from her face and over her shoulder; a familiar, intimate gesture he has made several times, whether he realizes it or not. "I know you, Lass. Do I not?" he finally murmurs, eyes searching hers for an answer.
It is as though he has stolen the very breath from her lungs and the words right off her lips. All Emma can do is stare at him, amazed by his unbelievable, inexplicable faith, and nod in affirmation. She can still see wonder and adoration shining from his face, directed at her, even if he isn't sure why. Can he still somehow see what he means to her in her face? Still feel what they have – or echoes of it – despite everything that has been altered? Emma finds herself willing to hope as never before.
Unfortunately, at that moment they are interrupted by the sound of several pairs of booted feet pounding up the steps to her cell, harsh voices calling about intruders and securing the 'mad princess'. All three of them whirl to stare at the heavy door of Emma's cell in alarm, knowing the pirate and young prince can climb back out, but that they have no way to release her from her chains. She can't escape with them.
"Go!" she urges desperately, trying to spur both Henry and Killian on. She cannot bear to think what may happen to them if they are discovered here trying to free her. The guards are getting closer all the time and her heartbeat is pulsing in her throat at the danger to her two most precious loves. "You can't be found here! Please!"
Henry's eyes show understanding beyond his years as he nods his assent. Clasping her hand tightly for a split second, he vows, "We'll be back for you, Mom," before he moves toward the window, swinging one leg over the ledge and preparing to go.
Killian's face shows no such resignation. His look is desperate, frantic to save her. "What happens to you when we go, Love? I cannot leave you to them!"
"You have to, Killian…for now…I'll be alright." She gives him a brave, if tremulous, smile, needing him to be safe, even if she is not.
"No," he breathes, shaking his head and not moving an inch, even when Emma hears the running footsteps halt and instead the dreadful sound of a key turning in the ancient, rusty lock.
Whirling to face the door as it swings open, Emma prays that somehow Killian will slip out the window after Henry in the nick of time, or that some echo of the magic she possesses in their real world will shield him from their malevolent foes. Of course, as they have been ever since she opened her eyes in this parallel universe, her wishes are ignored, and with cries of attack four of the Queen's armed black guards charge forward.
Killian steps in front of Emma swiftly, easily shielding her in a single movement. He pulls the cutlass from his belt and strikes down the first assailant with deadly grace; the movement a slash as quick and sharp as a jagged finger of lightning. The second opponent meets his hook and falls motionless at their feet.
For several tense moments, Emma's breath is stolen watching the lethal accuracy Killian employs, protecting them both flawlessly and without hesitation. He ducks the third attacker's strike, and the guard overshoots, running past them, stumbling and falling just in time for the pirate to parry a fourth henchman's blow. They engage for only the briefest flurry of sword passes before Killian has bested this one as well and kicked the unconscious man away. He turns sharply, on guard with the knowledge that one last aggressor is still waiting.
Emma wants to call out to warn him, spare him the shocked pain she sees flare in his eyes when he finds his last foe, but she can't – not with the guard's hand gripping her throat, cutting off her air and her voice. She shakes her head at her sailor, knowing he won't protect his own safety but merely lunge forward to save her. She puts out a hand in an effort to wave him back, urging him to think for a moment, fight as smart as he has been, but somehow Killian misconstrues her motion and lets his eyes follow her gesture. Perhaps he thought she was reaching out for him in fear, but he is distracted one second too long.
The guard stabs forward, arm pushing stealthily from under Emma's outstretched one. He catches Killian in the side, under his ribs, and then drags the sword blade across and up, slicing a long path through leather and flesh with sickening depth.
Those fathomless blue eyes snap wide in shock and pain and a gasp flies from his lips as Killian's forward stride draws up short. Having achieved his goal, the final guard releases his grip on Emma and flings her away. Emma registers that she is screaming, crying out for Killian, but he doesn't answer, falling to his knees and bringing his hands up disbelievingly to the blood flowing from his side.
"Let that be a lesson to you before considering future attempts at escape," the guard growls roughly. "I'll leave him with you, to be sure you understand the price of crossing our Queen."
The heavy door slams shut again behind him, and Emma stumbles forward, clanking chains and all, to fall beside her pirate, sobbing out his name and pulling his head into her lap, cradling him protectively the best she can with her limited movement, tears falling from her eyes to his cheeks as she bends her head over him, fearing he is already gone, the wound is so bad. "Please…Killian…I'm so sorry…" she murmurs frantically, brushing his dark hair off his forehead, trying to ease his pain and keep him with her.
It isn't long before she feels smaller hands on her shoulders, pulling her into a hug from behind, trying to offer comfort before crouching next to her and attempting to staunch the blood still pouring from Killian's wound.
"Henry?" she questions blearily, confused.
He shrugs, "I just held onto the outside wall right below the window. Luckily they didn't check for anyone else. When the fighting stopped, I crawled back in."
She shakes her head at his daring, but her eyes quickly fly back to her pirate. To her shock, he is also chuckling at her son, though the sound is rough and choking. "There's a lad," he manages teasingly to Henry, before a horrible wracking cough interrupts and she sees blood at the corners of his mouth when he pulls his hand away afterwards.
Emma's tears still fall and she begins whispering apologies in his ear once more. He only shakes his head, "No, Lass…don't….be sorry. You are worth it. You and Henry….will find… a way out…I'm…glad I was��part of it…" His eyes flutter closed and his chest heaves mightily to keep moving up and down.
"Killian?...No!" she cries out when his eyes fail to reopen.
"Mom!" Henry breaks into her panic, his hand on her upper arm pulling her back to her senses. "Mom, you have to kiss him. True Love's Kiss! It'll save him. It has to!"
It seems so farfetched that she hardly dares to hope, but Emma is out of options and desperate not to have Killian slip away in front of her. Tracing a hand along his jaw, she lets her eyes slide shut and leans even closer to his mouth. Just before she presses her lips to his, she whispers as she did once before, "Killian, come back to me."
A disconcerting pull in her stomach and a spinning feeling makes it seem for a minute as if the world has turned upside down and the floor has dropped from under her. Blinking her eyes to look around once the whirling sensation eases, Emma is stunned to find them back in Storybrooke, sprawled inelegantly on the pavement in the middle of Main Street. Her fingers are somehow miraculously twined with Killian's as he sits up beside her, whole and unharmed from the sword wound still fresh in her memory, and her other arm is wrapped tightly around Henry. The chains and her tower prison are gone, and she gapes like a newborn baby at her surroundings. Killian turns to her, a rakish grin on his face, and she knows both realities are in his mind too. "It would appear you saved me, Swan," he teases lightly, but real affection brims in his eyes.
"What would I do without you, Pirate?" she whispers, holding on tighter and trying to keep the quaver from her voice as she burrows into his embrace. It is long past time he heard the words, and suddenly so simple for her to add in a whisper against his heart, "I love you."
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So is it possible to summarise all the games' lores in a single post/message to someone who knows goose egg about the stories and has only seen boss fight videos but wants to get into the series?
WELL!!!
The good thing about the series is that all the games are perfectly good as standalone content! If you wanna hop in on the ttyd remaster, feel free! The most youll miss out on is easter eggs and callbacks.
HOWEVER!
If you'd like to get into the series as a whole, i suggest playing them in the order i did, which is the order of release. You'll get to experience the evolution of the style of art, story, and gameplay over time!
There are 6 games not including Paper Jam, which is a crossover with the Mario + Luigi series, and I personally consider it to be more of the latter continuity. I would categorize the games as follows:
Classics: Paper Mario (Nintendo 64), Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door (Gamecube, remastered for Switch). As the earliest games in the series, they have a similar turn-based combat gameplay style, a closed walk-based map, and a system of collecting partners throughout the story in simple JRPG fashion. The stories are divided into chapters and in structure are pretty similar, but still unique from each other. The art style of these two games are what the series is known for, being similar to a pop-up storybook in terms of visuals.
Outlier: Super Paper Mario (Wii). This one is its own category primarily because the gameplay is much closer to a 2D platformer than a turn-based RPG like the prior two, and I personally believe that's important to note before getting into it if you're playing them in order of release, because the contrast can be quite jarring. However, it's also stylistically quite different from the previous two in story structure and art style, being more akin to a cyberspace aesthetic with unique character designs and even other playable characters. I'll also note that the story, albeit in the collect-them-all style of essentially all Mario games, is highly unique when it comes to how things play out and especially the villains.
Comapnion era: Paper Mario: Sticker Star (3DS), Paper Mario: Color Splash (WiiU), Paper Mario: The Origami King (Switch). These three are stylistically much closer to papercraft like Yoshi's Woolly World or Kirby's Epic Yarn, putting much more emphasis on the "Paper" in "Paper Mario". They return to a turn-based combat system with different mechanics, but there are no longer a party of partners- instead Mario is accompanied by a singular companion who helps along the journey in their own unique way that adds to the gameplay. Sticker Star and Color Splash use a system involving material required for attacks, while The Origami King adds on with a rather unique combat stage that also functions as a puzzle system. Sticker Star in particular is a bit devoid of story, but it's still got its merit and is overall highly enjoyable; SS and CS also function with an overworld map much like the 2D Mario games, while TOK returns to the walk-based maps of the classics. The stories are no longer divided into chapters, instead progressing in level-based segments.
All-in-all, you can hop into the series wherever it interests you, but if you want to get into the whole thing, I definitely suggest playing in order of release to follow how the games evolve and change over time- and so you can pick up on Easter eggs as you play further in time!
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My contribution to the Captain Swan Storybook 2017
This cover was created for the story "A Lesson In Muscle Memory". Check out the story here.
Thank you to the amazing @winterbaby89.tumblr.com. It was fun to work together.
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CS FF: Hush
A/N: I wrote a little something for the CS Storybook, Volume 2. I opted for a missing scene that falls at the end of Dark Hollow and before the events of Think Lovely Thoughts picks up. @gingerchangeling did a lovely little piece of Emma sitting by the fire to accompany it - go check it out here!
Summary: Emma just needs a break, figuratively and metaphorically. Hook may be the one to give it to her.
Words: 1400 | Rated: gen | ao3
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It’s another day down, and another night with Henry out there, alone. It’s enough to make Emma want to steal Neal’s lighter and burn the island down. Take her – take Neal’s - cutlass and hack a path to Henry. Instead she distracts herself by poking at the fire in front of her, watching the embers spark and pop as she disturbs them with the stick she pulled from the brush earlier.
From the corner of her eye she can see Mary Margaret roll out her bedding next to David’s. They still don’t seem to be talking, exactly, but there's a thaw between them. They have once again slid back into that practiced ease of theirs, moving around and with one another seamlessly. It both warms her heart and makes her burn with jealousy. Leaves her with a whole host of what ifs that she tamps down brutally before they can take up residence in her chest, where she is already too full of wants and worries for Henry.
Emma wishes she could say the same of her and Neal. He’s been quiet since they returned from the hollow and set up the night’s camp, curling up on his own bedroll, his back to the fire – and all of them. She doesn’t know whether to huff a sigh and roll her eyes, or hit him in the chest and tell him to get it together. Petulance isn’t what she needs from anyone at this point. She’s feeling enough of it herself.
She meant what she said back in Echo Cave. It would be easier to put everything with him behind her. She doesn’t want face all of it again, doesn’t want to think about the way every part of her cracks when she sees his face. How the ache forms in her chest and begins to gnaw once more, a steady reminder that she has never been enough for someone stay.
But if Neal being here, being back, means there’s a chance Henry doesn’t have to grow up without him, she would face that age-old ache and then some. Because she’ll be damned if Henry ever has to spend one moment more wondering if he matters, to her or anyone else.
Then there’s Hook.
She stabs at the fire again, sliding the stick deep into the embers, shifting them around even when she knows she should leave them be. He shifts behind her as she does, ducking beneath some branches at the edge of the clearing. She wars with herself about whether she should ask, and the words slip from her mouth before she’s realized she’s made up her mind.
“Where are you going?”
She keeps herself from turning as she asks, though, not wanting to see the hint of a smirk on his face or the teasing lift of his eyebrow. She can hear him pause, the swish of his overlong coat fading, and she wonders if he’s turned back towards her or if he, too, refuses to look.
“There’s a river nearby, thought I would get us some fresh water.”
She turns at that point and finds him with the straps of a few canteens wrapped around his hand. Before he can move further, she stands, brushing dirt from her pants.
He waves her off. “You don’t have to. I’ll be back in a tic.”
Not answering, she grabs the cutlass from the top her own bedroll and moves past him. “Let’s go,” she grunts, hacking at the brush in front of her despite the fact they had cleared it away on their way in.
They aren’t more than a few steps from the clearing when his hand wraps around her wrist, stilling her before she can raise her arm for another useless swipe. She glares back at him but doesn’t shrug him off.
“How about we try for a quieter approach?” he asks, one finger rubbing at the side of her wrist. “Not attract any Lost Boys unnecessarily?”
His thumb at her pulse point makes her want to lean back, to sink against him, but she catches herself before she follows that instinct. Slowly rolling her shoulder, she steps forward. Hook drops her hand and steps past her with a nod, taking the path that forks to the right. He doesn’t look to see if she’s followed and she wants to roll her eyes at that, but falls into line behind him instead.
They are quiet as they walk, allowing the sounds of the crickets and cicadas to settle around them. At least she imagines them to be crickets and cicadas. She doesn’t want to ask and risk finding out that even the bugs on this island are the stuff of childhood nightmares. It isn’t long before the trickle of water joins the chirping, and after another bend, the overgrown path dead ends into small river.
Hook drops the canteens to the ground along the bank and shrugs off his coat. She stands at the edge of the water. The quiet that surrounds them is almost soothing. If she closes her eyes, she can almost pretend they are back in Storybrooke. Home and safe, or whatever counts for that there.
“Take off your shoes, love.”
“Huh?”
Emma turns back to find he has shed his vest as well, leaving him in his thin, billowy shirt. His boots are discarded and he’s rolled up the ends of his pants, exposing his ankles and shins. She’s not sure if she’s ever seen this much of his skin and she’s sure she’s staring with her mouth hanging open.
If she is though, he ignores it and nods to the water as he takes a step forward. “The water runs warm. When nights go cold like this one, it’s a good respite.”
“You came out here to play in the water?”
“There’s nothing more we can do for Henry tonight, and we are no good to your boy if we haven’t rested. This...” He reaches his arm out and gestures for her to join him. “This allows me to relax. Come, try it.”
She narrows her eyes and drops a hand to her hip.
“Swan.”
The way her drawls her name sends a shiver through her that she tries hard to ignore. Rather than answer, she rolls her eyes, but lifts a leg so she can remove her boot. She does the same with her other foot and then leans down to roll up her pants. Hook is smiling by the time she is done and encourages her out into the water.
He’s right, not that she wants to tell him that, and for a brief moment she wishes the water was deep enough to dunk herself in. Then she shakes away the thought. She doesn’t want to think about the last time she’s had a shower, or have a reminder of just how long it has been since Henry was home and safe.
After a few minutes, Hook moves back to the river bank, settling down on the soft grass there, stretching out to leave his feet at the water’s edge. She watches him, drawn to the way the bones of his ankle stand out, the lines and sinews of them tempting. The hair of his legs stops just above the knob of bone, and her fingers itch to follow the swirls of it in the same way he held her wrist earlier.
She stops herself though, sitting down next to him and purposely leaving a decent gap of space between them. Her fingers tangle through the grass beneath them, and she tugs a bit but not enough to pull it up. Keeping her attention at her hand, she quietly asks, “Can you tell me again?”
“What’s that?”
“That we’ll find Henry? That we’ll keep him safe?”
She slaps her toes against the surface of the water, enjoying the small beads that land on the tops of her feet and how their warmth seeps into her skin. Hook extends a foot towards hers, poking at her ankle with his big toe until she finally relents and looks at him.
“You’ll get your boy back, love, of that I’ve never been more sure.”
He then turns towards her, stretching one foot over his extended leg, planting it on the ground and creating a bridge with his leg as he lies down on his side. He props his head in his hand, his hook lying between them.
She shifts to face him and gives him a small smile. “We should go back,” she says, closing her eyes.
“Hush,” he whispers. “We’ve time, just rest.”
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A Pirate’s Treasure
This was my contribution to the Captain Swan Storybook, Part 2 which can be found here. I am just finally getting around to posting it in full here and on A03. I hope you read it and enjoy this little deleted/cannon divergent scene from 6x4-”Strange Case” of Killian moving in and Emma going through his box of memories, kind of like the way he went through her’s in season 3. Enjoy! Art work is by @jemmingart
Find it HERE on A03!
“Well, this was definitely not how I’d imagined today going,” Emma said with a sigh as she unlocked her front door and walked inside, Killian following behind her.
“Aye, love,” he agreed, shutting the door behind them, “though we ought to have learned by now that plans never work out well in this town.”
Today had definitely not gone as planned, though it had started out nice. Her parents had come over with her baby brother to make breakfast for her and Henry under the guise of celebrating her mom going back to teaching. But Emma was pretty sure this had more to do with her father trying to hide the fact he was a little upset his (not so) baby girl was having her pirate boyfriend move in with her. David had come around quite a bit on his feelings towards Killian, but he seemed to be harboring some reservations about something. And she didn’t think it was just a fear of fewer family get togethers at Granny’s like he claimed. (Killian would have teased him about being old fashioned and not wanting his daughter to shack up with a man before she was married. Only Killian would have said it with more fancy words.)
Things had quickly gone down hill from breakfast however when first, Regina and Jekyll showed up at the house to tell them that Hyde had broken out of his cell. While she and David went off to find him, Killian called to say that Gold had showed up and in an effort to protect Belle from Mr. Hyde, had placed a protective spell on the Jolly Roger, effectively trapping Belle on board. He didn’t want to leave her if she was in danger, so had agreed to stay a while.
But naturally, all hell had broken loose when the good guy turned out to be the bad guy, a fight took place and Jekyll and Hyde had both ended up dead. Which of course left Regina believing that the only way to stop her evil half was for both of them to die. Emma wasn’t so convinced, and as the Savior she was determined to find a way to stop the Queen and not harm Regina. But right now, she just wanted to curl up on the couch with her boyfriend, order some take out, and maybe watch a movie before bed.
“I know,” Emma replied as she toed off her boots, letting them fall where they did. “I just wish there’d been another way to stop Jekyll and Hyde.” She shrugged out of her jacket which she tossed towards the coat rack next to the door but didn’t much care whether it actually landed there or not. When she looked back up at Killian he had an eyebrow raised and a crooked smile on his face.
“What?” she asked
“Nothing,” he answered, shaking his head and still smiling at her. “I just fancy observing you in your natural habitat.”
Emma gave him an indignant look. “Are you making fun of me?”
“Not at all, darling,” he assured her, his grin widening. “In fact, I find your untidiness charming.”
Emma’s face softened and she moved to stand closer to him. “I’ll pick them up in the morning, alright,” she promised with a slightly whine in her voice, “It’s been a long day and I’m tired.”
“It’s your house, Swan,” Killian replied, “who am I to judge?”
“Hey,” Emma said, taking his hook in her hand tugging him towards the living room, “this is our house now, and I want you to be happy here.”
She lead him over to the couch and he set the small chest he’d brought with him on the coffee table as they sat down. “You certainly pack light,” she teased. “Is that everything you have?”
“When you live on ship, that doesn’t leave much room for possessions,” he answered with a smile. “Even if you are the Captain and have the largest quarters on board. However, the things in this box are the ones most important to me, and I like to have them close.”
Emma slid closer to him and reached out to run her hand along the top of the box, taking in the carvings and dents worn into wood that had clearly seen better days. She looked from the box to Killian, smiling softly. “May I have the honor?” She asked, repeating the question he’d asked her about her own box of belongs.
“Of course, love,” he nodded.
Emma tenderly opened the box, and was greeted by quite an assortment of objects. Some of them she recognized for what they were, others she wasn’t sure about. But it was clear, even just looking at the items, that they had been around for centuries and she hoped someday he’d tell her the stories on how he had acquired all of them. The first item she picked up was a shark tooth, and she held it up to show Killian.
“So, did you wrestle a great white using only your hook?” She teased.
Killian chuckled. “Nothing of the sort,” he told her. “It was merely a trinket from a sailor I met in a port as a boy. He said it would bring me good luck, and us pirates are a rather superstitious lot, so I’ve held on to it. Just in case,” he said, giving her a wink.
Emma smiled and put the tooth back in the box. Next she pulled out a rather old and weathered piece of paper that was rolled and tied with a ribbon. She opened it up to reveal a charcoal sketch of a woman she recognized as Milah. Emma had only seen her in Underworld, where she had looked a bit tired and worn from years of serving her penance for having turned her back on her son. But this drawing was clearly a younger Milah, who looked quite happy.
She looked from the sketch to Killian, and saw him looking at the drawing his jaw a bit tight and that slightly twitch he got in his cheek when she knew he was holding back a bit of tension. Emma placed her hand over his brace, which drew his gaze to her. “Hey, it’s okay,” she assured him. “I know she meant a lot to you.”
“Thank you, love,” he said, giving her a small smile, and placed his hand over hers. “I only wish I’d a chance to see her one last time before Hades decided to push her into the River of Souls.”
“I know,” Emma nodded. “She wanted to see you, too. And I really wanted you both to have a chance to make amends. I feel terrible.”
Killian sighed and nodded. “Perhaps we still will someday.”
Emma leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek before putting the drawing back, and pulling out a few of the coins from the bottom. “I thought pirates buried their treasure,” she teased. “What are these, your ‘seven pieces of eight’?”
“I’ve no idea what that is,” Killian said, giving her a confused look. “How can you have seven pieces of eight?”
“Never mind,” Emma shook her head. “It’s just a silly thing from a movie. So, are they doubloons or what?”
“Actually,” he replied, taking one gold coin and one silver from her hand, “they, like the shark tooth are a bit of a sailor's good luck charm. Before leaving port for a journey, you would throw a few coins into the ocean as an offering to Neptune, God of the Sea, in hopes of a safe voyage. Then, you’d take a gold coin,” he held one up, “and placed in the keep of the ship for good luck. The silver,” he held up the other coin, “was placed below the mast to ward off storms and keep your crew safe.”
Emma took the coins, turning the over in her hands. “Wow, you pirates are a superstitious bunch,” she said. “Though, I suppose when one is sailing in a realm after The Dark One, you need all the good luck charms you can get.”
“Aye,” Killian smiled. “Not that they were any match for him really.”
Emma put the coins back, and reached for another item, one that was more familiar. “Alright, I definitely know what this is,” she said, holding up a compass. “But I’m betting you didn’t have to fight Cora to get this one.”
“No,” he chuckled. “Actually, it was a gift from Liam. He bought it for me when we were still rather young lads, just before he joined the navy,” he explained. “I begged him to let me come with him, but I was still two years too young.” He took the compass from her, turning it over in his hand. “It’s broken though, I er...might have thrown against the wall of the captain’s quarters one night in a drunken rage. It wasn’t one of my best moments.”
“Well all have those,” Emma told him. “But you aren’t that man anymore, and you know your brother is in a better place. Even if I still don’t think he was a big a fan of me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Killian scoffed. “He was just protecting me, like he always did. Given time you would have grown on him. Just as you grew on me,” he winked.
“I don’t know,” Emma took the compass from him and placed it back in the box. “But I’m glad you made peace with him and he’s in a better place.”
“As am I,” he agreed. “But I know he’d happy and, despite what you think, I know he’d want us to be happy.”
Emma smiled softly and turned to the box, closing the lid. All the objects tucked safely back in place, Emma closed the lid of the trunk, her hand lingering on the lid. The more she’d gotten to know Killian over the years, she realized how much they really had in common. It was no wonder she’d felt drawn to him almost from the beginning, which is what initially made her pull away. She hadn’t wanted someone getting too close, because she was certain it would only end in heartache when he figured out how broken she was and, sooner or later, he’d leave because he didn’t want to deal with the broken lost girl.
But he hadn’t gone away, even when she’d tried to push him. Instead he broke down her walls, helped her to heal, and had taught her how to open her heart again. He made her feel vulnerable, yet safe enough to tell him her deepest secrets and know he wasn’t going to use them against her. Rather, he comforted her and slowly but surely, she had begun to heal. She trusted him more than anyone.
It was that trust and love that had brought them to this next stage of their relationship. Killian moving in. Yes, Emma was nervous she was going to do something to screw it up, but more than anything she was happy. Happy and excited to start this new chapter of their story, where she got to wake up beside him every morning, and kiss him every night before they went to sleep.
She felt his hand come to rest over hers and realized she must have been lingering too long in her thoughts. She turned to look at him with a soft smile.
“Everything alright, love?” He asked, looking at her with a bit of concern in his eyes.
Emma leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “Everything is perfect,” she assured him. “Thank you for letting me rummage through your box.”
“Any time, love,” he smiled warmly at her. “But, something is clearly on your mind. Care to share, Swan?” He asked, raising those eyebrows and giving her a look that he knew she was having deep thoughts. She always was an open book to him.
Emma sighed. “I was just thinking about far we’ve come to get to this step,” she answered truthfully. “But, I’m nervous I’m going to screw something up, or you’re going to get tired of me being a slob, or hogging the bed and decide it’s too much and you want to move back onto your ship.”
Killian just laughed softly and used his hook to reach up and brush a stray strand of hair behind her hear. “Emma, you’re not going screw anything up,” he assured her. “ I enjoy your...what did Henry call it? Ah, yes, your ‘quirks,’ at least those I’m aware of so far. I look forward to learning more of them, and I hope you’ll learn to love mine. As for hogging the bed,” Killian slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, “you’re welcome to hog the bed any time. It simply means we get to be closer.”
“Okay, Romeo,” Emma laughed, “I got it. What say we order some takeout and then see just how much you enjoy me hogging the bed? I’m exhausted.”
“I think that sounds lovely,” he smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Good, I’ll order the food, you get the wine out of the fridge.”
It might not have been their most romantic night, but they enjoyed it nevertheless, and there would be plenty of nights in their future for romance, once Emma figured out this vision of her dying, stopping it, and enjoying her life with the man she loved and her family by her side.
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The Long Road Home - Canon Extension for 3x11 “Going Home”
My contribution to this year's CS Storybook! Check out the cover art by @elaine--captain--swan who makes very beautiful things, and I highly recommend looking her up on Tumblr.
A series of missing and extended scenes that mostly take place during the Season 3 "Missing Year". It begins with Emma and Killian saying good-bye as Pan's curse rolls in. Lots of internal monologue. Canon-compliant mentions of Emma and Walsh's relationship. This also contains a favorite headcanon of mine about where Blackbeard gets all those portal beans
Length ~4K words. Rated T for a few swear words. Also on [AO3]
There’s not a day that’ll go by I won’t think of you.
Good.
-- Killian --
One word. One word is all she gave him, but it’s enough. It’ll have to be enough. Because there’s no time now. There’s never enough time. Her friends and family surround her. Then she’s disappearing into that bizarre yellow carriage of hers, and then even that disappears from his view in a wash of purple smoke. But he meant it, what he said to her. He hopes she meant it, too.
-- Emma --
One word. One word is all she could offer. Because there wasn’t enough time. There’s never enough time. And everyone else is around her, hugging her, and when the hell did she become a hugger? Anyway, it’s not the time for heart-to-heart confessions. She and Henry have to run. She always runs. At least she has her son with her this time. At least she’s not alone. But, Hook… he meant it, what he said to her. Her inner lie detector was absolutely silent. She meant it, too, her one word. And she hopes he can hear in that word what she didn’t say.
Don’t forget me. Don’t give up. You have to remember for the both of us.
But most of all, Bring me home again.
-- Killian --
Will mermaids ever cease to be the bane of his existence? Bloody hell. The Crocodile and Pan are finally dead - rather considerate of the Croc to have taken himself and his accursed father out in one blow - and he would’ve thought all the tribulations he encountered from his centuries in Neverland were behind him. But no. Bloody mermaids. Can’t a man pay off a harlot in peace?
Still, if the lass is telling the truth about Blackbeard and his beloved Jolly Roger, all the sins of her piscine race shall be forgiven, at least as far as he’s concerned. From where he sits, or rather crouches, behind assorted cargo crates with this Ariel person and Smee, it would appear her information is accurate.
By the gods, it's been so long since he’s seen her, the first love of his life. Before Milah, before… that lass whose name he refuses to speak aloud, though it certainly echoes through his thoughts constantly. Before any fair maid had tempted him, there was her. The Jewel of the Realm. The Jolly Roger. His constant companion. His confidant. His home.
Even as he thinks the words, he feels a tug behind his breastbone, a fisherman’s hook (the irony is not lost on him) buried deep in his chest that pulls him in a very different direction from the gangplank before him. He ignores it. He forces the emptiness in his breast into the shape of a gracefully curving hull and towering sails, instead of the softer lines, painted in shades of red and gold and green, that have haunted him of late.
“You know you’re talking about a boat, right?”
Bloody mermaids. “You have your love and I have mine.”
And he does love her, his Jolly. He needs her. Needs to feel like himself again. He feels like he’s losing himself. Losing everything. He lost his revenge, the one thing keeping him alive over the centuries. The Croc now dead by his own hand. He’d lost his ship to Pan’s curse. He’d lost…
But now here the Jolly sits, ready to welcome him back with open yardarms. What is he without her? Without his identity as Captain Hook? He’s a pirate. He’s always been a pirate, just as he told the Prince those months back. He needs to get back to that, back to himself, back home to his beloved ship. It’s all he has left.
And Blackbeard is daft if he thinks he can stand in the way.
-- Emma --
He spilled his coffee on her. Ran smack-dab into her on the street, his latte splattered all over her bright red wool coat. It’s the most cliched of meet-cutes - actually, it reminds her of some story she heard a while back. Maybe an old friend met their fiancee that way? Whatever. But still… since her place in Boston burned down, she really does need new furniture for her new home, and the insurance money was surprisingly generous. He seems nice enough. Mostly harmless, anyway. So, when he gives her his business card and an apparently sincere offer to pay for her dry cleaning, she accepts it.
Walsh Ozman, Antiques and Fine Furniture.
But, here’s the thing… The wood puns may be too much for her to handle.
“Wizard of Oak. Really? Was ‘Shiver Me Timbers’ already taken?”
His smile at seeing her in his shop flickers for a moment, and she senses she’s said something wrong, but she can’t imagine what. Perhaps he’s the one who can’t handle it? His grin is right back in place before she can figure it out. He does, in fact, pay for her dry cleaning, and she buys an end table.
He calls her a few days later to ask if she’s satisfied with her purchase. She is, of course. Something about the scrollwork beneath the table top reminds her of ocean waves, and she finds it strangely calming. She’s caught herself more than once tracing her fingers across it absently as she reads a book on her couch. He asks her to dinner, and she says she’ll think about it.
She does. Think about it, that is. Henry is, first and foremost, the love her life. She thanks whatever deity is listening every day that she decided not to give him up all those years ago. Can’t imagine what kind of a person she’d be without her son. She’d probably be a lot more guarded, more jaded, without seeing every day all the light and hope in his sweet, brown eyes.
Still, it’s been just the two of them for years. She didn’t have time for anything resembling a love life when Henry was little, to say nothing of the lingering wounds Neal had left on her heart. Henry’s not a little kid anymore, though, and she’s in a really solid place in her life. Good apartment. Good job. Maybe a nice guy is the logical next step?
She can admit that she’s been lonely. Every once in a blue moon, when the loneliness got too much for her to bear, she’d been known to send Henry off to sleep over with a friend, while she ‘slept over’ with a stranger. Not that she ever spent the night.
It feels like ages since she’s even had that level of adult contact, though. She literally can’t remember the last time that someone made her feel, well, anything really. Not even base lust, and certainly not anything resembling an actual emotion.
Even as she thinks the words, something pricks at the back of her mind. It’s not a memory exactly. Or really, it’s more like a memory of a memory? Is that even a thing? Like a Xerox of a photograph. Faded, corrupted, colorless, but still there. Pieces of a dream, maybe. Has to be. Who the hell would wear black leather in a jungle in real life? As if she’s ever even seen a jungle.
Emma Swan is far too pragmatic to let herself get bogged down in fantasy. So yeah, after getting the official go-ahead from Henry, she agrees to go to dinner with Walsh. And he’s kind, and he likes Henry, and there’s something familiar and appealing about his dark eyebrows and messy hair.
So, she tells herself to hope that this, this is what’s been missing. This is the thing that’s finally going to make her feel like she’s found a home.
And she’s not about to let some stupid dream stand in her way.
-- Blackbeard --
By Neptune’s left testicle, look what the tide’s washed in! That bloody ponce has some gall to show his face in here. He knows full well this is the regular gaming establishment patronized by Blackbeard’s crew. Wonder how he feels seeing the Captain himself in residence this evening?
Perhaps he thought his old nemesis had been swept up in this latest curse, but even a scurvy git like Hook should know better. He’s not the only sailor on these waters with the sense to steer clear of an onslaught of purple smoke. If he only knew how easily Blackbeard could extract himself from any… unfortunate situation.
He’d have used a bean when Hook made him walk the plank if that little mermaid hadn’t saved him the trouble. He’s always got a handful on him at any given time, and when he runs low, he simply uses one to transport himself to the uncharted island where he grows the blasted things. Oh, everyone believed that all the beans had been destroyed when Prince James (the original, not his insipid twin) and his little strumpet Jack defeated the Giants of the Beanstalk. Certainly, Blackbeard’s taken great pains (and inflicted great pains - ha!) to ensure that is the only story being told.
In truth, the Prince had managed to steal a small cache of the beans before the last giant set the fields ablaze, then paid Blackbeard a ludicrous sum of gold to hide them from King George. Probably planning a patricidal coup or some such thing. Blackbeard swears the Prince would’ve made an excellent pirate, not that it matters anymore. The Prince went and got himself killed, and there was no other living soul to know Blackbeard still had possession of the beans.
So, he’d made a little investment of them. He’d located a tiny island not found on any map, gathered up a crew of… shall we say, 'indentured workers' to plow and plant for him, and now he’s got a field full of lovely little stalks growing as many beans as he could possibly need. Even used one to pay off a former fairy for a bit of cloaking magic, to ensure his plantation is never discovered.
Honestly, you’d think someone would’ve noticed by now. How he can be in Arendelle in the morning and the farthest reaches of the Maritime Kingdom by tea time. Bloody idiots, the whole lot. Heads firmly up their own arses.
Ha! Oh, but this is too delicious. Hook absolutely reeks of desperation, and apparently, one such bean is the object of his desire. No. Check that. It’s a woman. Captain-bloody-Hook has been bested by a woman!
This is rich. Simply glorious! He swears by all the gods, this is the best day of his life. He shall not take a single coin of Hook’s gold. No, no. The son of a codfish tried to kill him. His utter humiliation is a far better price. Blackbeard wants Hook’s ship - the very ship they dueled over before - and he’ll accept nothing less. Far be it for him to tell Hook he’s got hundreds of the damn beans at his disposal.
Let the fool trade away his pride. His ship. His home. And all for some damned wench! Ha!
-- Henry --
He knows. She hasn’t said anything, but he knows. Henry’s a pretty smart kid, after all. And it’s been just the two of them - he and his mom against the world - for too long for him not to notice.
Walsh really seems like a good guy. He’s got terrible taste in music and his store has, like, the lamest name ever, but Henry can tell the guy actually likes his mom. Like… like , likes her.
It just... Doesn’t seem like enough? He can’t explain it. His mom still seems like something is holding her back. Like her brain and heart aren’t talking to each other. She loves Walsh - says she does anyway - but Henry is grown up enough now to know there’s a difference between love and Capital-L Love .
Henry knows his mom loves him , though. Capital L truly loves him. No question. That doesn’t mean she isn’t still lonely. For, you know, the other kind of love. He worries about her. He’s the kid and she’s the parent - she likes to remind him of that when he’s acting ‘too grown up’ - but he still does. And she’s definitely, totally, lonely.
He just… he wishes they could find that missing piece, you know? So, he asks her to go with him to his usual thinking spot. That big fountain right beside the library. The books kind of help him focus, and the water… well, that’s what fountains are for. Wishing.
He feels - he’s always felt - like there’s something about this place. Something special. Magical. That’s stupid, he guesses, but he can’t think of a better word for it. So, he tosses his coin and makes a wish.
He knows his mom thinks he’s upset about something from school, and he should tell her he’s worried about her. He should. But there’s something holding him back, too. Something he can’t quite remember. He doesn’t know how to tell her what he thinks is missing because he really doesn’t know. There’s just this empty space, you know?
So, he tosses a coin and he wishes - more than he’s ever wished for anything - for their little family to be complete. He isn’t even sure what he means by that. He just feels like they’re waiting for something. That something is out there waiting for them. An adventure, a future, a home.
-- Emma --
What. The hell. Just happened. Emma blinks once, twice, and again, licking her lips before she can think better of it. She can’t really think of anything. Her brain feels like a cat in a YouTube video frantically scrambling on a freshly waxed floor, but never actually getting anywhere.
“Mom? Who was that?”
“No idea. Someone must’ve left the door open downstairs.”
Because no. She had no idea who he was. Just some crazy person. He had to be, but she…
Sh- she…
She froze . Emma Swan absolutely vapor locked. It was weird enough that she opened the door without looking out the peephole first - especially since the way he’d pounded on the door already had her on high alert, but even so. A strange guy dressed like a freaking pirate is standing in her hallway sighing her name as if she’s an oasis in the desert and she just, what? Stands there with her mouth hanging open, squinting at him, listening to his voice, trying to place him.
Why would she do that? Why not just slam her door in the face of the weirdo in his elaborate costume? Nope. She asked him if she knew him. As if she’d forget that face. Or that outfit.
What the hell is wrong with her? Why did he seem so familiar?
And, and, and -
God, he telegraphed that kiss. Like, every nerve ending in her body could sense it coming from the way he was looking at her alone, not to mention the awkward full body twitch before he leaned in. Even if she wasn’t a pro at reading body language, the guy practically had a neon sign over his head that said, ‘I’m about to reach for you.’
And she stood there. And let him. She didn’t step back. She didn’t grab his wrist and twist it behind him and shove his pretty face into the wall and shout for Henry to bring her handcuffs.
She stood there and closed her eyes and… time stopped. She was in a jungle, the one from her dream. Everything smelled leafy and sweaty and a mosquito was biting the back of her neck, but she didn’t give a single fuck because his lips were touching hers, and it felt like - it felt like…
Funny thing about time stopping. When it starts back up again, it zooms ahead even faster to catch up to where it should have been. It also makes a noise that sounds very much like your own voice screaming in your ear, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
The kick to his balls was a (literal) knee-jerk reaction. But even then - even then - she still stood there talking to him. A random stranger kisses her on the mouth and she gives him the chance to explain himself. Like he’d tell her the truth.
He was telling her the truth.
Just because he believes it, that doesn’t make it true.
Oh, sure, she threatened to call the cops and finally managed to remember that her door does, in fact, close. But god, the whole interaction…
There shouldn’t have been a whole interaction. Who even is she today?
Maybe she’s overly tired. She’s been working a lot of late nights recently. Maybe tonight she’ll take a sleeping pill so she’ll get a good night’s rest. No...unwanted dreams. Unwanted in the sense that she doesn’t want confirmation of exactly where she’s seen his face before.
Maybe her blood sugar is out of whack and she just needs some pancakes and hot cocoa.
“Come on. Let’s eat.”
-- Henry --
What. Was. That. Let’s eat? That’s all she’s gonna say? Henry’s twelve, he’s not deaf and blind. Fine. If that’s how she wants to be, Henry can play it cool, too. And he’ll do it better than her, without all the out-of-breath huffing. He can keep a secret after all. He hasn’t told her that Walsh is about to propose, even though it’s been a week since he asked for Henry’s blessing. So, fine. He won’t talk to her about this either.
But like… really? He knows what he heard. There was some guy at the door - he definitely heard a guy’s voice - and that guy was talking about Cs mom having a family and that her family was in trouble and, well… Henry’s also about 99% sure his mom punched the guy or something. But then she kept talking to him? What even is that?
It was kind of like she knew the guy, but she didn’t at the same time, if that makes any sense. She never opens the door for people she doesn’t know or isn’t expecting. She says it's because of all the skips she’s put in jail. Never know when one might try to come after her. Or him. She’s really protective of him. She wouldn’t even let Walsh come over until they’d been dating for months .
Really, his mom is being super weird, even now that the guy is gone. She never acts like this. Her face is flushed, she keeps licking her lips and it’s not because of the pancake syrup. She hasn’t even touched her food which is also very un-momlike behavior. She loves food. About the only time Henry ever sees her this way is when she’s really close to solving a big case, like right on the edge of figuring it out.
Maybe that’s all this is. Maybe that guy is part of some big case she’s trying to crack.
Or… maybe she’s just being weird because she’s got a date with Walsh at some fancy restaurant tonight and she’s figured out what he’s going to do. That’s probably it. He really wants his mom to be happy, and if marrying Walsh will do that, then he’s cool with it. But, he’s not sure. It could be Walsh is the missing piece for their family like Henry had wished, but it doesn’t seem to fit somehow. He’s not sure why.
Speaking of that wish, Henry can’t stop thinking about what the strange guy yelled right before his mom slammed the door. “You have to remember, ” he’d said. Like it was the most important thing ever.
Family. They have to remember. It’s all so… Henry’s not sure, but it sends a shiver down his spine. It was seriously just a couple of days ago that he’d made that wish. That their family would be complete. Because it felt like there was something out there that he couldn’t quite remember. It’s spooky and way too much of a coincidence to let slide.
So, maybe magic isn’t so stupid after all? Maybe some strange guy showing up is somehow connected to his wish? And his mom just slammed the door in the guy’s face!
-- Killian --
That went… about as poorly as he should have expected. Nothing is ever easy with that lass. Crumpled on the floor outside her door, Killian isn’t sure which hurts more, his manhood or his heart. She did a rather stunning job of crushing both.
He’s a bloody idiot. He should have known, should have realized that she didn’t… that she wasn’t…
Gods above and below, he actually attempted to give her True Love’s Kiss. They’d only ever shared one kiss of any kind. One soul-shattering, life-altering kiss, to be sure but…
A one-time thing. Don’t follow me.
It was just a kiss. How is that your darkest secret?
He should have known, but he had hoped. He’d hoped in a way that he didn’t think he would ever be capable of doing again. She’s given him that, and even as he sloshes through a mire of self-loathing disappointment, he’s grateful to her.
I never thought I’d be capable of letting go of my first love, of my Milah… that is, until I met you.
She is his new dream, his beacon guiding him out of the storm into a fair harbor. It matters not that she doesn’t return his feelings. He came here to save her, not to make love to her. He will find a way. He will bring her back to the people who love her. All the people who love her. He shall bring her home and she’ll save the day once more, not because she’s ‘The Savior’, but because she’s Emma-bloody-Swan and he’s yet to see her fail.
He must not give up. He must encourage her to remember who she is, her true self, not whomever Regina’s blasted false memories have conjured her into thinking she is. Emma is a smart woman, practical, but with a keen intuition. He’ll need hard evidence to get her to listen to him. Once she does, he hopes (there’s that word again) that her innate ability for detecting lies will convince her he’s speaking the truth.
But what evidence can he possibly offer? He racks his brain as he drags his sorry carcass off the floor and stumbles down the hallway. Gods, but this is a strange land. All these people living in what amounts to nothing more than little crates all stacked on top of each other into towering monstrosities. He’s seen tenement buildings in his travels, of course, but nothing like…
Wait. He’s seen exactly this kind of tenement before. It was here, in this very land. Baelfire’s - that is to say, Neal’s - place. He found it once. Perhaps he can locate it again? He’s grasping at straws, he knows, but this may very well be his only chance. The only place he can find something to make Emma believe again.
And when she believes, when she remembers… No. He tries once more to snuff out the tiny spark inside him that should have been fully doused when her knee connected with his groin, and yet it persists.
When I win your heart, Emma, and I will win it, it will not be because of any trickery. It will be because you want me.
There’s not a day that’ll go by I won’t think of you.
Good.
Perhaps she did want him. Perhaps she does… No. No, no, no. No. At the very least, he cannot waste time thinking on it now.
For now, he must focus on the task of getting her to believe. To remember. Once she does, he will bring her home.
Whatever happens after that, well… That’s up to her. As for him, he’s made his decision. Even before he made the deal with Blackbeard. Home is where the heart is, after all, and his heart is with Emma Swan.
#captain swan#cs ff#cs canon extension#cs canon compliant#cs storybook#The Long Road Home#lookit I wrote something short for once!
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Thanksgiving Reruns 2024--Chapter 5: Black Friday (pt. 3/3)
It’s that time again; the holidays! I would like to wish all my followers who celebrate it a very happy Thanksgiving. As a thank you to you (as well as my followers who DON’T celebrate), I present you with 3 Thanksgiving related stories I’ve written in the past. Enjoy!
Title: Black Friday—Chapter 3 of 3
Rating: G
Words: 4002
Summary: CS as single parents AU. As the holidays approach, Emma’s son Henry and Killian’s daughter Alice ask for a specific storybook which will ONLY be available for purchase on Black Friday.
Other Chapters: 1 2 3 4
Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list):
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Black Friday—Chapter 3
Emma got the book for the first week, and it warmed her heart to see how unbelievably happy it made Henry.
She’d been afraid he’d be disappointed about the arrangement she made with Killian, disappointed that he’d have to share the storybook that he’d wanted so desperately, but she needn’t have worried. Far from being upset at the arrangement, he’d been delighted, assuring her that he liked Alice Jones and her dad and he was glad if he had to share the book that it was with them.
If she hadn’t known better, she’d think he was happier things had worked out this way than he’d have been if she’d gotten the book outright.
In fact, he was so alright with the arrangement that he badgered her about setting a date for the exchange…and he insisted they have the Joneses over for dinner.
Emma stirred the pasta sauce, feeling like she needed to do something with her hands. Killian and Alice would be here any minute, and Emma felt the nerves bubbling up as strong as the water she was boiling for spaghetti.
She hated herself for her reaction–for the fact that she was so nervous about something as simple as having a couple of people over for dinner.
Not to mention the fact she’d taken special care with her hair and make up, and she’d spent far longer than she’d like to admit selecting a sweater and a pair of jeans for the evening. If anyone asked, she’d gone to the extra effort simply because she was feeling festive. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was having a handsome single dad over.
But if Emma was being honest with herself she knew the truth. Killian Jones had invaded her thoughts more, much more than she would have liked, and every time he did, her heart skipped a beat, her breath caught, her stomach swooped.
It was all so cliche that it made her want to groan. She was not cliche. She was not a love-struck teenager. She’d done the whole falling in love thing, and it had bitten her in the ass in a major way. She knew how this went. She’d have a few months of breathless excitement with her new infatuation, and then it would all hit the fan, and before she knew it the pain would be nearly unbearable. No thanks. The highs were not worth the lows that would follow.
Nope. It didn’t matter how hot Killian Jones was. Didn’t matter how charming. Didn’t matter how much his love for his daughter warmed her heart. She would keep her wits about her and fortify the walls around her heart that had kept her safe all these years since Neal.
But when her door buzzed ten minutes later and she opened it to see a rakishly handsome Killian in a deep blue button up, short leather jacket and tight black jeans–smiling knowingly as he held out a bottle of wine to her–her heart lurched, and Emma acknowledged to herself the fact that she might be in real, serious trouble.
*****
Two hours later Emma was beginning to wonder if it was already too late for her. Dinner had been surprisingly enjoyable. The Swans and the Joneses alike had talked and laughed and generally enjoyed each other’s company.
After dinner, Henry had pulled Alice toward the living room to try out a new video game he was rather obsessed with.
“Let me help with the dishes, Love” Killian offered, gathering up plates from the table and heading toward the sink. “Least I can do after such an extraordinary meal.”
Emma felt her cheeks warm at the compliment. Generally speaking, whatever talents she had did not extend to the kitchen, but pasta was one thing she could make and make well. In the secret recesses of her heart–in the place she barely even acknowledged to herself–she’d wanted to impress him, and his praise warmed her like a blazing fire on a cold winter’s night.
Together they cleared the table and set to work washing and drying the dishes. Working together like this, he was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His scent of leather and a hint of rum invaded her senses and it made her want.
Not just on a carnal level. That she could handle. That was something she could take care of. A quick scratch of an itch and he’d be out of her system, but no it wasn’t just the physical want.
She wanted all of it–the conversation, the companionship, the family. She wanted this little domestic situation to be real, to be permanent.
As Emma closed the door behind the Joneses–after making arrangements for the next book exchange–and as Henry wandered off to bed Emma felt the tears at the back of her eyes.
She didn’t want to want this. Didn’t want to want him. The pain when this inevitably went south was going to be terrible.
She had a week until the next book exchange. She needed to use that time fortifying her defenses against Killian Jones before she reached the point of no return.
*******
“Just a little more to the left,” Alice said, taking a step back to look at the giant fir tree in their living room the following week.
Killian made the requested adjustment, and then got an enthusiastic “It’s perfect” from his enraptured little starfish.
Seeing the holidays through the eyes of his daughter was magical. She was such a sensitive soul. She found delight in the beauty around her–and she had the unique ability to see beauty everywhere she looked.
Every holiday was a time of exceeding joy for Alice, but this particular Christmas season seemed to hold a special place in her heart, and Killian suspected he had Emma and Henry Swan to thank for that.
They’d only had the one meeting for dinner a week ago, but just the memory of it warmed Killian and made him smile. Emma Swan was such a contradiction. She’d been so prickly, so standoffish at their first meeting at the bookstore, but he’d seen a different side of her at home with her son. She’d been relaxed, happy, smiling and laughing and delighting him with her witty banter.
She intrigued him more than any woman had since Milah. She’d been beautiful at their first meeting, but at dinner–dressed in a red v-necked sweater that hugged her curves in all the right places–she’d nearly taken his breath away.
He sensed it would be quite a challenge to win her heart–should he choose to pursue it–but he rather liked a challenge.
At the end of dinner last week they’d decided to meet today for the next exchange, and Alice had started in right away to plan the next Swan-Jones get together.
“We need to decorate the tree together,” She’d insisted on the way home from the Swans’ abode. “Maybe even get a start on some Christmas cookies.”
Never one to deny his daughter anything if he could help it, he’d agreed to her plan. Accordingly, they’d spent the ensuing week digging Christmas decorations from the attic, testing twinkle lights, and making multiple trips to the store for tree-trimming essentials.
This morning was the last piece of the puzzle–the tree itself. They’d made their way to Tiny’s Christmas Tree Lot and been fortunate to find and cut down one of the handsomest trees Killian had ever seen.
Now all that remained was to wait until Emma and Henry arrived.
*****
Reaching up on her tiptoes, Emma placed the final ornament–a ceramic candy cane–on what was surely the only bare branch of the entire Christmas tree, and then she stepped back to survey her work.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” She asked.
Killian looked over at her, taking in her cheeks flushed with exertion, her glossy blonde curls falling gently over her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with happiness and felt his heart turn over.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, never taking his eyes from her. “Absolutely stunning.”
She looked over at him, hearing the adoration in his voice, and her breath caught as she noted the intensity in his eyes as he looked down at her. Their eyes locked, and the color on her cheeks deepened.
He couldn’t look away. Wouldn’t want to if he could. She was so bloody gorgeous it almost hurt to look at her. Slowly, inexorably he began to lean down, his eyes focusing on her lips.
For a split second she leaned toward him, and briefly, oh so briefly, he thought she’d allow him to sample those ruby-red lips, lips that he was sure would be far sweeter than the mulled cider he had waiting for them on the stove.
But then she seemed to come to her senses, shaking her head slightly and taking a step back. She chuckled a bit nervously. “We did a good job on the tree, if I do say so myself.”
For a moment the disappointment flooded him, but ever the gentleman, Killian took his own step back, muttering an agreement with her statement. He knew enough about her history with Neal Cassidy to understand her fear, her hesitancy, but he was a patient man. He could take all the time she needed to convince her that he was in this for the long haul and that she could trust him to cherish her heart should she one day give it to him.
“Aye, that we did,” he replied genially. “What say we adjourn to the kitchen to see what those two young scamps are up to?”
*********
Emma scooped up a fist-ful of snow as she hid behind a large oak tree. Forming it into a ball, she stepped out and took aim.
Bull’s eye! Her projectile made contact right between Killian’s shoulder blades. The man himself turned on her with a delighted grin that belied his growl of outrage.
“You’ll pay dearly for that Swan!” He promised in a low, menacing voice that made her shiver in anticipation.
She imagined him using that tone of voice under different circumstances. What would it be like to hear him growl at her like that without their children present? In a far more private setting? With a lot few clothes between them?
She blinked and shook her head. What was she doing fantasizing about Killian Jones? Bad enough they had to see each other every week without her way-too-fertile imagination helpfully supplying images that made her want to fan herself, even in the midst of a polar vortex.
The next snowball hit her directly in the forehead, and Henry bent over amidst gales of laughter, pleased with the hit he’d scored for the boys’ team.
Emma smiled at her son’s antics as Alice pulled her back behind their oak tree home base.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll take care of Henry. You go get my Papa again.”
Get him, drag him someplace private, kiss the daylights out of him…
Her inner voice really wouldn’t shut up today!
“Sounds good, kid,” Emma said. “Let’s go show them what Team Girl is made of!”
Three weeks after Thanksgiving, with Christmas fast approaching, and with six inches of new snow falling overnight, the Swans and Jones had decided to take their book exchange outdoors. Together they’d made a little snow family and then decided to commence a snowball battle for the ages–Killian and Henry versus Emma and Alice.
Emma had no idea who was getting the best of the battle–each side had managed to log several good hits, but what she did know was that she had no idea when she’d had nearly this much fun.
Gathering up another huge handful of snow, Emma stepped from behind the tree…and right into the path of a snowball, lobbed with unerring accuracy, by a man who was grinning ear to ear, clearly quite pleased with both his stealth and his prowess on the frozen field of battle.
Gods, that grin did things to her. Terrible, terrible, delicious things.
“Oh you did not just ambush me!” She said, gripping her snowball more tightly.
“Aye, that I did,” his grin impossibly widened, “What are you going to do about it?”
The way he popped that final “t” made her stomach swoop. Emma’s breathing quickened. “You’re about to find out!” Emma said, beginning to advance on him.
The force of Emma’s next snowball knocked Killian to the ground, and the momentum carried Emma forward as well–until she landed directly on top of him.
His breath left him in a whoosh at the contact, and Emma meant to roll off of him, she really did…
But then her eyes met his. Green eyes connecting with a sea of blue. It was as though she was frozen in place, drawn inexorably to him like a moth to a flame (gods, another cliche!). He didn’t move, merely looked up at her with eyes filled with surprise and desire.
Almost against her own will, her gaze drifted down to settle on his lips. It was too strong, too much. She could no more stop what was about to happen than she could have stopped the snow from falling last night.
Lowering her head, she took his lips with a hunger she hadn’t felt in years…maybe ever. He groaned and then surged up to meet her, lips parting, hand tangling in her hair. It was too much, and not enough. Far from quenching the fire, this kiss seemed to only be fanning the need into flame. Her hands gripped his collar pulling him even nearer.
“Did you get her, Killian?”
The sound of Henry’s voice was as effective as a bucket of ice water poured over her head, and Emma got to her feet so quickly her head swam (or was that from the mind-numbing, toe-curling kiss she’d just shared with Killian?). Behind her, she heard the rustling sounds that told her Killian had done the same.
The children came into view just as their parents got to their feet. Oh gods, how much of that did they see? Emma wondered as embarrassment covered her like a cloak.
“Aye, that I did,” Killian said in a voice that was far from steady, “but then she returned the favor with interest. I suspect we’ll have to call this particular battle a draw.”
“That’s okay!” Alice said, bouncing on the soles of her feet in her excitement. “It’s getting cold anyway. How ‘bout we all go to Granny’s for some hot cocoa?”
She’d kissed him. Oh gods she’d more than kissed him. She’d full on made out with him right there in the snow with such wild abandon she’d lost all sense, all awareness of where they were and with whom. If Henry hadn’t interrupted she legitimately had no idea what might have happened next.
Her embarrassment morphed into shame and disgust with herself.
And fear. So much fear.
Killian and Alice both were becoming so very important to her, she knew it would hurt like hell when they left her.
No, far better to nip this in the bud before she got in any deeper.
Emma took a step back. “Sorry, kid,” she said Taking in both Alice and her father as she continued backing away. “We’ve got to get going.”
“But mom!” Henry protested.
“Give Alice the book and let’s go!” Emma answered in a tone that brooked no argument.
Turning, she nearly sprinted back to her bug, hoping Henry would follow quickly behind.
What had she done?
She’d ruined everything, and now all she could hope was that she’d make it to the privacy of her own room before she broke down.
********
“What happened?” Alice asked on the other end of the phone later that night.
“Don’t know,” Henry answered miserably. “Everything was going so good, and then…I just don’t know!”
“Didn’t you say they were kissing when you found them?” Alice asked. “Why would your mom get so upset?”
Henry shrugged before remembering she couldn’t see him over the phone. “I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t understand adults at all.”
“All I know is my dad has been sad ever since,” Alice said. “Somehow, you’ve got to make sure your mom comes over on Christmas Eve like we planned!”
******
“Mom, come on! We’ve got to go take the book to Alice!” Henry said. “If we don’t hurry we’ll be late for Christmas Eve dinner with them!”
Emma groaned. She forgot she’d agreed when Killian asked them over for tonight. But that was before. Before a certain kiss for the ages, one she simply couldn’t stop thinking about while she was awake or dreaming about when she slept.
His lips were so warm, firm yet gentle. The wet smacking sounds their mouths made as they turned one way then the next trying to go deeper, get closer, meld into each other. The taste of coffee and mint on his tongue. The way her body burned at every point of contact. The way she wanted more, so much more. The way she wanted EVERYTHING.
And that right there was the crux of the problem. She didn’t just want his body. She didn’t just want a quick roll in the sheets. She wanted a white picket fence life. She wanted their kids growing up together. She wanted him, and it hurt so much she didn’t know how she would deal with it.
“I’ll drop you off there, kid,” Emma said, “but I think I’m gonna have to pass. I’m just…I’m just not up to it, okay?”
“Is it 'cause I saw you kiss Mr. Jones?” Henry asked with a frown, “'cause you’re afraid I’d be upset? I’m not upset! I promise! I like Mr. Jones and Alice. I’d be happy if you went on dates with him and stuff.”
Emma closed her eyes, feeling the pain well up again, and then she sat on the couch patting the seat next to her, waiting until Henry sat. “It’s not because of you,” she assured. “It just….wouldn’t be a good idea. These things just don’t seem to work out for me.”
He was silent for a minute and then he took her hand. “Mom, not every guy’s gonna be like my dad. Not every guy’s gonna leave us. I know Killian really likes you, and I know you can trust him.”
Emma wanted to believe that, wanted it more than any Christmas gift she’d ever gotten, but the fear was so strong, like a living clawing at her. “I don’t know if I can take that chance.”
“Please, Mom?” Henry pleaded. “It’s Christmas! You can’t just drop me off! We need to spend Christmas together! It’s what families do!”
And really what could she say to that? How could she deny her kid his family at Christmas?
“Fine,” she said on a sigh. “We’ll go to the Jones’s, but I don’t want you to get your hopes up about anything happening between me and Killian.”
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Killian more than half expected Emma to cancel their Christmas Eve plans. He felt as disoriented after that kiss as he would if he’d gotten whiplash.
They’d been having such a nice day–talking, laughing, flirting, playing. And then she’d kissed the life out of him, leaving him feeling somehow both weak and boneless…and on fire with need for more.
And then the kiss was over and she was running away from him as quickly as she could manage. He wasn’t stupid; he understood her like the open book she was to him. She was afraid. Her past had scarred her so badly he didn’t know what it would take to heal her again.
Not for the first time, Killian wanted to hunt down Neal Cassidy and pummel him within an inch of his life.
Of course he was frustrated on his own account–his and Alice’s, but even more so he ached at Emma’s wounds, the ones that had yet to heal, the ones that were holding her back from happiness and love in her life.
She deserved better, she deserved so much better, but Killian knew she was afraid to reach for it.
He’d wanted to call her so many times over the past week, but he was afraid she wasn’t yet ready to speak to him.
No, Killian certainly didn’t expect her to keep their Christmas Eve date.
And so when he opened his door later that night to reveal not just Henry but Emma as well, his heart lurched in the pleasantest possible manner.
“Swan! Welcome!” He stammered as Henry pushed past them and the two children went off to amuse themselves elsewhere. “I was a bit afraid you wouldn’t show up.”
She glanced aside, everything about her looking uncomfortable. “I almost didn’t. Henry can be very persuasive, though.”
“Swan, can we talk about the elephant in the room?” He asked after a moment. Was it better to dance around the subject or attack it directly? He didn’t know, but what he did know was that their kiss had sealed it in his mind.
He’d fallen deeply, passionately and irrevocably in love with Emma Swan. What manner of man would he be if he let the love of his life out of his life without even a fight?
“Killian, it was only a kiss,” she said, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. “How is that an elephant in the room?”
“It’s what the kiss exposed,” he answered, looking at her earnestly, willing her to see his sincerity. “I never thought I’d be capable of letting go of my first love, my Milah, to believe I could find someone else. That is until I met you.”
Her eyes widened and she sucked in a deep breath as the impact of what he’d just said hit her.
“Killian…” she said warily. She wanted to run; he could see it in her eyes. He stopped her with a gentle hand to her arm.
“Emma, I don’t say this to make you uncomfortable or to trap you into something you’re uncomfortable with.”
“Then why do you say it?” She asked, the anger heavy in her voice. He knew her well enough to see the fear and pain beneath the anger.
“Because you deserve to be loved,” he said simply. “You deserve a man who will cherish you with every beat of his heart. If you don’t wish that man to be me, I’ll of course honor your wishes, but don’t close yourself off from love, Swan. It’s worth it.”
“Is it, though?” She asked in a voice that ached. “I can’t fall for you and then lose you. I can’t. I can’t lose you too.”
His heart hurt at the pain in her voice, and almost unconsciously he rubbed at her shoulders. “I don’t know what the future will bring,” he said “no one does. What I do know is that I’d never leave you. I’d never willingly hurt you. Search me out. See if I’m lying to you.”
He forced himself to stay still, open and honest while she stared into his eyes. After a moment she shook her head, something suspiciously like hope coming into her eyes for the first time all night. “No, I don’t think you are.”
“I’m not,” he said firmly. “So what do you say, Emma? Will you take a chance on me? Take a chance on us?”
For a moment more she merely stood there, looking at him, and then she stepped forward kissing him slowly, gently.
From behind them came the sound of cheering. They broke apart, laughing at the sight of their two kids standing behind them jumping up and down and high-fiving each other.
“I told you it would work!” Alice said.
“You aren’t mad at us for being sneaky, are you?” Henry asked.
Emma laughed before reaching down and threading her fingers with Killian’s. “Nope. I think we are all gonna be so happy together there won’t be any room left for anger, kid.”
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We’re Strange Allies with Warring Hearts
Rated M (for sexual imagery and language, because that’s how I roll)
It’s CS Storybook time!
My contribution is a deleted scene down by the water from 3x14 in the aftermath of the super-angsty “if it can be broken, it means it still works” moment in the woods. The stunning artwork is by @somethingalltogether.
Many thanks to @flslp87 and @whimsicallyenchantedrose for putting this together, and to everyone who had a hand in bringing the storybook to life with words, art or work behind the scenes.
CS Storybook, Vol. 2
“Is that enough humor for you?”
The words haunted him in the dark, the stars overhead dimmed by fog, an unintended assist by nature to help reflect his mood. There was something beyond a chill in the air; Killian was cold to his bones even through layers of leather and rum, and he laughed humorlessly – a short staccato that reverberated on the water – at the metaphor of it all.
Those hero types, always talking about hope. And for once, he’d had hope in spades. Hope that he could find a magic bean. Hope that the offer to trade his ship would be enough, and that the accord with Blackbeard wouldn’t be too bitter a pill to swallow. Hope that when he found Emma, True Love’s kiss would break the curse and cause her memories would return. Hope she would come with him back to Storybrooke.
Hope that there would be an us.
One by one, those final hopes were dashed until he was left sitting alone at her kitchen table as she went to tend to the us she had with another man. Monkey or not, he’d had her heart, at least far more of it than Killian had ever had. It was a bitter pill to swallow and burned as much as his first sip of rum all those years ago and sat in his gut just as heavy and burdensome.
That acidity had bubbled up and over as they walked in the woods searching for Zelena as Emma questioned him about how he’d spent his time during the missing year. He’d lied and doubled down when she called him on it, and then brazenly changed the subject, simultaneously guarding his own heart and breaking it as he asked about the proposal.
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The Fourth Overture
by @allyourdarlingswans for the Captain Swan Storybook 2016
chapters - i: we were just children | ii: learning to grown up | iii: when we found each other through music | iv: and fell in love
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CS FF: The Trouble With Assuming
Summary: After Killian saves Emma’s life while climbing the beanstalk, he believes she owes him. (Deleted scenes from 2x06 “Tallahassee)
Rating: G
Note: Here’s the full story I contributed to Volume 2 of the CS StoryBook. It contains deleted scenes from 2x06 “Tallahassee”. As we say goodbye to CS, it’s nice to revisit how it all began! Hope you enjoy it!
…The Trouble With Assuming: Part 1/1…
Emma and Hook had made it halfway up the beanstalk when she turned to him.
“I’m not the only one who’s an open book,” she said.
Hook cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Emma nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do tell,” he said.
“You didn’t recognize the look in my eye because you’d seen it in the Lost Boys. You recognized it because you see it every time you look in the mirror.”
Killian stared at her for a long moment and then dropped his eyes. "I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.“
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You know what it feels like to be abandoned too. It takes one to know one.”
Killian slowly bobbed his head and then finally shrugged in defeat. "So you’ve found me out. Congratulations.“
"Care to share?" she asked.
"Not particularly."
"It would explain a lot," she countered.
He chuckled bitterly. "Ah, the pirate thing again." Hook paused for a long moment and then sucked in a deep breath as he forced himself to meet her eyes. "My mother died when I was a young boy."
"I'm sorry," she said, noticing a flicker of pain flash across his eyes.
"My father was left to raise me and my older brother, Liam. But he had been broken by my mother's death and he was lost. He promised us we would sail the world and we set off on a ship. But when we woke, we found he had abandoned us to evade capture for crimes he had committed. And he had sold us into slavery."
Emma's eyes widened in shock. She knew the story wouldn't be a pretty one, but she hadn't seen that ending coming.
"I'm really sorry you and your brother had to go through that. No child should have to endure such a terrible thing."
He cocked his head to the side, tightening his grip on the beanstalk, and shrugged his shoulders. "It was long ago."
"Wounds like that don't heal quickly or easily. They linger. I should know."
Hook dropped his eyes again. "Perhaps we should continue our climb while there is still daylight. It will be growing dark soon."
Emma opened her mouth to respond, but snapped it shut when he began to climb again.
...
They climbed in silence until they had nearly reached the top. Emma moved her foot to gain a foothold, but lost her balance and slipped. She reached out to grab onto the beanstalk, but couldn't as she began to fall backwards.
Emma screamed and Hook’s movements froze at the sound of her voice. His head whipped down, his eyes widening in fear as he saw Emma falling backwards, hands clawing desperately at the air. He reacted quickly, bending back and stretching his left arm out toward her.
His hook suddenly appeared before her eyes and she quickly grasped it, clutching it for dear life.
"Hold on, love," Hook said, as he strained to hold her weight.
His face grew red and the veins in his neck began to bulge as he used all of his strength to pull her up. She was finally able to grab onto the beanstalk and released his hook.
Emma took a deep, calming breath.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She refused to meet his concerned gaze and ignored the sincerity in his voice.
"I'm fine. I can take care of myself," she snapped.
He chuckled. "Aye, that was rather apparent as you were plummeting to your certain death."
"I would have found a way to save myself. I always do," she countered.
"A thank you would have sufficed."
He stared at her, waiting for such words, but none came. Hook finally returned his attention to the beanstalk and continued the climb.
...
Emma and Hook walked through the rooms filled with treasure. His eyes lit up at every gold piece and jeweled bauble. He would pause every so often to pocket a small piece.
He found Emma staring at him as he stuffed a gold coin into the pocket of his vest.
"What?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Thank you," she replied so softly he almost didn't hear her.
His eyebrows lifted and he cupped his hand to his ear, as he leaned in close to her. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't hear that."
Emma rolled her eyes and fought the smile that threatened her lips.
"I said," she began, purposely speaking loudly, "thank you." Her voice lowered again as she met his gaze. "Thank you for saving my life, Hook."
He shrugged. "It's good form. Plus, I assume you'll remember the gesture if I'm ever in need of your assistance in the future."
Emma grinned. "You know what they say about assuming."
Hook tilted his head to the side, brow furrowing in confusion. "No, what do they say?"
Emma simply shook her head. "Never mind."
She began to walk away, when she felt his hand gently grip her elbow. He turned her back towards him, as he leaned down close to her. Emma felt her eyes gravitate to his lips and she wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. He was so close she could smell the rum on his breath and the salt of his skin.
"You know, love, accepting help is not a sign of weakness."
"I'm used to doing things on my own. Always have."
"Aye, your steadfast independence is admirable, if not maddening. I too value my independence, but I am no fool. There are some things that cannot be done alone. I have an entire crew on the Jolly Roger who is there to assist me. There's nothing wrong with needing someone, Swan."
Emma shrugged. "Well, that would require me to trust others and that doesn't happen easily or quickly."
He opened his mouth to respond, but she pulled away from him and turned on her heel.
…
Hook glanced over at Emma as they continued their quest for the compass after knocking out the giant.
“I know you don’t wish to speak of it, Swan, but I do believe we made for an impressive team defeating the giant.”
Emma threw him a sideways glance. “I wouldn’t call forcing him into what amounts to a fancy naptime defeating him, Hook.”
He shrugged. “Regardless, we worked together quite well. I realize you’re loathe to admit it, but you need me, Emma.”
Emma stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. “I don’t need you. I could do this all by myself if I had to.”
Hook’s eyebrows danced upward. “Is that so? And who would you have used as giant bait to distract him?”
“I just would have found another way,” she said, turning back around and walking on.
Hook chuckled and nodded his head at her. “Oh you’re a stubborn lass, for sure.”
...
They continued on in silence for a time, Hook pocketing more coins and jewels whenever he could.
“You know, Swan,” he began, causing her to turn toward him, “I’ve heard that in some lands, if someone saves your life, you are indebted to them for the remainder of yours or at least until you return the favor.”
Emma laughed. “Well, in my land, a sincere thank you is sufficient. And maybe a nice thank you card or a fruit basket or a gift card to Starbucks.”
“Starbucks?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“They sell coffee.”
Hook’s eyes widened. “In your land, saving someone’s life earns you nothing more than a beverage?”
She shrugged. “Well, it depends on how much the gift card is. You might be able to get more than one.”
Hook shook his head. “I must say your land places little value on a life.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. He sighed and waved his hand. “I know, Swan. This coming from a pirate.”
Emma tilted her head to the side as she eyed him. “This may be a strange concept for someone who is concerned only for himself, but most people will help others without expecting anything in return.”
Hook chuckled at that. “A strange concept indeed.”
Emma stifled a smile as she walked past him.
…
Hook couldn’t stand the silence. He was a rather verbose person, sometimes to his detriment.
“So this person that you may have been in love with once, how did he break your heart?” he suddenly asked.
Emma stopped dead in her tracks. She slowly spun around to face him. She was taken aback by how close he suddenly was to her. He had a habit of invading her personal space. She took a step back.
“Who said I got my heart broken?” she asked softly.
His eyes scanned her face, as he closed the distance between them again. “A broken heart always recognizes another,” he whispered.
Emma dropped her eyes from his mesmerizing gaze. “He betrayed me. He wasn’t who I thought he was.”
Hook nodded. “Ah, I see. You finally let yourself trust someone and he betrayed you. That certainly explains the trust issues.”
Emma forced herself to meet his eyes. “Yeah, well, I was burned pretty badly. Can you blame me?”
He shook his head, his eyes focusing on her lips. “Not in the least. I will say this though. Whoever he was must have been a fool.”
Emma stared at him for a long moment, then sucked in a breath and turned on her heel.
…
Emma could hear him screaming her name long after he was out of sight. She didn’t want to feel guilty leaving him chained up on the beanstalk. He was a pirate after all. But she couldn’t help it. She wanted to believe that maybe he was more than he seemed. He had saved her life. And he seemed to have an unnerving ability to read her. She didn’t want to admit it, but she felt a connection to him. She had from the start.
She thought back to what he said about saving her life. Sure, she had helped free from the rocks that had fallen on him, but did that really make them even? Maybe it wasn’t fair to leave him to fend for himself up here. Still, he was a pirate and he had his own agenda. She knew she couldn’t trust him, as much as she wanted to.
Emma had nearly reached the exit, when she felt her hand begin to throb. She looked down at Hook’s scarf that he had wrapped around her wounded hand. A smile pulled at her lips as she remembered how he had used his mouth to tie it and the way he had looked at her. There was lust in his eyes for sure, but she couldn’t deny the gentle way he cared for her injury. She wondered what else she would discover about him if she allowed herself the chance.
The guilt bubbled up within her. He had cared for her hand and saved her life, all while risking his own to help her. And how had she repaid him? By leaving him chained up on a beanstalk with a giant nearby.
Emma squeezed her eyes closed. She then took a deep breath and turned back around.
...
Hook stared at the cuff upon his wrist, his lungs burning from screaming her name. How could she do this to him after he saved her life? After he had risked his own to help her?
Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming toward him. His head jerked up and his gaze landed on Emma.
A grin spread across his face. "I knew you would come back, Swan. I knew you wouldn't abandon me."
Emma stepped toward him, but stayed just beyond his reach.
"Release me and we'll be on our way," he said with a nod of his head.
Emma stared at him for a long moment, as she remained silent.
"Well, get on with it," he prodded, holding up his wrist.
Emma dug into her pocket for the key to the cuff she’d discovered nearby and held it up. Hook smiled at the sight.
"Ah, yes. Saves me the time and trouble of using my hook."
Emma took the key and flung it to her side. It landed just beyond his reach. His eyes widened in shock.
"Bloody hell! Why the devil did you do that?"
She shrugged. "Wouldn't want to make it too easy for you. I know you love a challenge."
"How am I supposed to reach it?" he spat out.
"You're a pirate, Hook. You're clever and resourceful. You'll figure it out."
She turned on her heel to leave, but only got a few steps before his voice stopped her.
"Perhaps I was wrong. After I saved your life, I assumed you would return the favor if I was ever in need. Granted, you've put me in said danger, but I suppose I was just expecting more from you, Swan."
“I did help free you from the rocks that had fallen on you,” she countered softly.
“And you believe that makes us even?” he asked bitterly, as she dropped her eyes to the ground. “You may have retrieved the compass on your own, but you wouldn’t have even been alive to complete the task if I hadn’t saved your life. And this is how you repay me? Abandoning me atop a beanstalk with a giant looming nearby? I assumed our shared experience with abandonment would have meant something to you. I assumed you were above this.”
Emma squeezed her eyes closed, the hurt in his voice almost too much to bear. She took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder.
"That's the trouble with assuming. Good luck, Hook."
She then continued on her way, never turning back as he called her name over and over again.
...THE END...
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