#season 7 missing scene

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 174: Capitaine Crochet--pt. 2

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 174: Capitaine Crochet--pt. 2

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Summary:   A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and  Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain  both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses  and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale  angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (40) (41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49) (50) (51) (52) (53) (54) (55) (56) (57) (58) (59) (60) (61) (62) (63) (64) (65) (66) (67) (68) (69) (70) (71) (72) (73) (74) (75) (76) (77) (78) (79) (80) (81) (82) (83) (84) (85) (86) (87) (88) (89) (90) (91) (92) (93) (94) (95) (96) (97) (98) (99) (100) (101) (102) (103) (104) (105) (106) (107) (108) (109) (110) (111) (112) (113) (114) (115) (116) (117) (118) (119) (120) (121) (122) (123) (124) (125) (126) (127) (128) (129) (130) (131) (132) (133) (134) (135) (136) (137) (138) (139) (140) (141) (142) (143) (144) (145) (146) (147) (148) (149) (150) (151) (152) (153) (154) (155) (156)  (157) (158) (159) (160) (161) (162) (163) (164) (165) (166) (167) (168) (170) (171) (172) (173) (175)

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Emma’s first thought upon waking was that she didn’t feel sick to her stomach. Now that she’d entered into her second trimester, it looked like the morning sickness was finally abating.

Her second thought was that she was very much alone in her bed. Killian’s side was not only empty, but cold, proving he’d been up for a very long time. That in and of itself wasn’t so strange; he’d always been an early riser, but normally she could hear him puttering around downstairs or softly whistling sea shanties while he went about his morning. This morning–like far too many of late, the house was still and silent.

Had she snapped at him one too many times about his hovering? Had he finally gotten tired of her hormone and nausea induced surliness? She felt the guilt creep in when she thought of that moment she snapped at him a couple weeks ago and told him to get a hobby. He was just trying to help; she knew that, but old habits die hard. She’d spent so much of her time growing up  licking her wounds by herself that it was hard to let anyone–even the husband she loved with everything in her–take care of her.

Has it finally happened? That small, insecure voice deep within, asked, “Has he finally realized I’m not worth it? Has he gone off to find someone else who will let him care for them?

For a moment, the nausea almost returned, for a reason entirely unconnected to the little one inside, who was currently kicking for all she was worth, but Emma resolutely turned away from her insecurities. She knew Killian; had always known him. That man was as steady and faithful and dependable as any man she’d ever met. She’d be less surprised to hear that he’d doused the Jolly Roger in lighter fluid and set her on first than to hear he’d cheated on her–or even thought of doing so.

Her visits with Archie had really done wonders in helping her overcome her insecurities, even if they occasionally tried to creep back in.

No, it was more likely Killian was keeping his distance because it’s what he thought she wanted, what she needed.  It wasn’t. She needed him, even if early pregnancy discomfort brought out her worst side.

She shouldn’t have snapped at him the way she did. He deserved better.

And so she resolved to set things right–but first she had to find him.

His phone went straight to voicemail, not a surprise there. Killian was wary of technology at the best of times, and he seemed to have a particular aversion to what he called the “incessant chirping of that infernal talking phone”, and more often than not, he chose not to even turn it on in the first place. (They’d need to have a talk about that as she came closer to her due date and needed a reliable way to get ahold of him immediately, should she go into labor when he wasn’t with her.)

She first went to the Jolly Roger, and then to the docks where Smee worked, and then to the library, but all to no avail. Granny’s was the most logical next stop, but when she stepped inside and perused the diner, there was no sign of him.

She was on the point of turning to leave, when Leroy stopped her. “You lookin’ for Capitaine Crochet? Check the sitting room. Odds are he’s having one of his little sewing circles with his princess friends.”

“He’s…what?” Emma asked, fairly certain that there hadn’t been a single intelligible word in what the small man just said.

Rather than answer, Leroy merely hooked his thumb toward the inn portion of Granny’s establishment. Emma decided not to even try to get any more answers out of him. Instead she followed his directions.

She heard Killian before she saw him.

“The trick is to maintain an even tension,” he said. “It was a bit of a challenge to master, but since I have, my stitches are nice and even. See?”

What?

“Oh that is better!” Ashley said. “Thanks Killian!”

The sight that met Emma’s eyes once she entered the sitting room was something she’d never thought she’d see. Killian, the fearsome Captain Hook, sat in a frilly, pink armchair surrounded by Ashley, Kathryn, Mary Margaret, Belle and Ariel. All of them appeared to be…crocheting.

He looked up when she entered the room, his face coloring with apparent embarrassment, as he tried to hide the small piece of fabric he’d been constructing behind his back.

“Swan!” he yelped. “I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon. This was supposed to be a surprise”

“What? I…I was looking for you, Killian,” she said, making her way slowly to his side, and coaxing his hand back to the front so she could see what he was working on.

It looked like…it looked like her baby blanket.

“Is this where you’ve been disappearing every morning?”

He used his hook to scratch at that spot behind his ear and glanced aside. “Well, Love, you told me to get a hobby, and I’m trying to respect your wishes.”

Emma vaguely noticed the other women filing out of the room, giving them privacy for what looked to be a private conversation between spouses. She’d appreciate the gesture, if she could get past the shame she felt at pushing him away the way she had.

“I’m sorry, Killian,” she said, taking a seat next to him, and running soft fingers against the blanket he was making. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch to you. I was kind of afraid I’d pushed you away or something, that you’d decided I wasn’t worth the effort.”

He looked up quickly, the shock evident in his eyes. “I assure you, my love, that will never be the case, no matter how out of sorts you might become. Nothing could ever convince me you aren’t worth the effort. To me, you are worth everything. You and our little cygnet.”

The tears came to her eyes then, and one spilled over and trailed down her cheek. “I know that Killian. I hope you know I feel the same.”

“Of course I do,” he said, leaning in to kiss her softly. “But this project is about more than staying out of your way when you bid me to do so.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said, looking a bit uncertain. “I must admit to a bit of trepidation when it comes to our child–Oh I want her, more than anything, no fear of that–It’s just…”

“It’s just what, Killian?” she asked gently.

“What do I know about being a father?” he asked softly. “What do I know about caring for a child? What if I fail dismally? I thought, perhaps if I made her her own blanket, like the one you cherish, perhaps I could feel a bit less inadequate.”

Emma began to cry in earnest at that, as she pulled him in for a longer, more comforting kiss. When it came to an end, she stayed close, forehead against his, hand still at the nape of his neck. “Listen to me, Killian Jones. You are a wonderful father to Henry, and you’ll be an equally wonderful father to this little magic bean, no matter what you do or don’t give her. You love her, and that’s all that matters. You don’t ever have to try to prove yourself beyond that. But for the record, she’s going to love the blanket her daddy made her.”

“You really think so?” he asked, holding the half-completed item up for her perusal.

“I know so,” she said firmly, fingering the delicate material before laughing.

“What’s so amusing, love?” he asked.

“I’m just imagining telling that swaggering, innuendo laden pirate I climbed the beanstalk with that one day he’d not only settle down, but lead a crocheting circle with the local ladies.”

 Notes:

–Apologies for the shamefully long time in between updates. I got busy with other projects, and then I kind of forgot this story even existed. That combined with my muse being on strike led to an almost 8 month hiatus, such that I would be surprised if ANY of you even remember what happened in part 1.

–I just returned from a vacation with @kmomof4, @jrob63 and @snowbellewells, and it’s amazing what a little down time with fandom friends can do to get the writing juices flowing again! I will do my best to be less of a stranger in the future!

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[acecroft]

Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 7.15

[beyourownanchor6]

—just a little something i wrote a few weeks ago to go with episode 7x4 🫶🏼

rated: g | words: 2.3k | read on ao3

summary:

A heavy sigh fell past his lips as Buck let his head fall into his hands where he was rested over his island. He’d never meant to hurt Eddie, and he felt awful about it. All he’d wanted was to get the guys attention. He’d gone about it completely the wrong way though; he hadn’t needed Maddie to tell him for Buck to realize that.

It was just that—well he was jealous. Of what though, he wasn’t sure.

—or—

After his lunch with Maddie, Buck goes to see Eddie. Feelings realizations ensue.

tagging squad below, just lmk if you wanna be added or removed <3

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[mustbebunnys]

STATION 19 | s7e07, Give It All

[jessieren]

Does this count as half naked if he’s still in that vest… oh who cares… he’s hot

@season-77 your favourite white vest 😁

[cyberkiller125]

Still not over just how abrupt this turn was.

[mischiefbuckley]

ABC YOU REALLY ARE ON A FINE LINE LIKE WHY WOULD YOU POST VIDEO OF OLIVER AFTER THE ARTICLE GOT RELEASED WITH KENNETH SAYING THE KARAOKE SCENE GOT CUT OUT OF THE EPISODE

[peoples-problem]

BILINGUALS IN 9-1-1?

sO, why did NOBODY mentioned before that Maddie spoke Spanish? like, at least a little and stuff BUT SHE CAN HAVE A CONVERSATION AND EVERYTHING?

I expect that from Eddie and Chris, of course, Buck should know too since he lived in Peru for a while, but Maddie too?!?!?!?

I just need that any other character that knows their way around Spanish to rise their hands at once so I no longer have to completely miss the plot of what's happening just bc they are speaking in another language

[spuffyarchive]

Meet Me at Midnight by Dusty [NC-17]

A story about the stolen midnight hours of season seven.

[karihighman]

Mekia posted even more BTS photos from filming season 7 of The Rookie!! 🙏😄 great to see Nathan and Lisseth on set in uniform too!

[r3dlif3]

deidara and sasoris dynamic to me is that one scene from its always sunny in philadelphia where dee and dennis are in a psychiatrists office (i forgot why) and dee says she might be schizophrenic and dennis tells her to shut up or he'll add her to his collection of things and dee questions him having a collection of dead people whilst looking horrified. Dennis then goes on to ramble how he'd kill her and add her to it in various different ways. He then faces the psychiatrist asking him where they were and in the next scene he walks out the office diagnosed with borderline personality disorder.

Sasori is dennis in this situation and Deidara is dee.

[kazz-brekker]

it still makes me mad that the writers of hotd were willing to flesh out alicent’s children by giving more detail to their characters (aegon’s mommy issues, aemond’s being bullied as a child, helaena’s prophetic visions) but couldn’t be bothered to spend enough time with baela and rhaena to establish the personalities that they had in fire and blood

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 173: Capitaine Crochet

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 173: Capitaine Crochet

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Summary:   A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and  Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain  both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses  and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale  angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (40) (41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49) (50) (51) (52) (53) (54) (55) (56) (57) (58) (59) (60) (61) (62) (63) (64) (65) (66) (67) (68) (69) (70) (71) (72) (73) (74) (75) (76) (77) (78) (79) (80) (81) (82) (83) (84) (85) (86) (87) (88) (89) (90) (91) (92) (93) (94) (95) (96) (97) (98) (99) (100) (101) (102) (103) (104) (105) (106) (107) (108) (109) (110) (111) (112) (113) (114) (115) (116) (117) (118) (119) (120) (121) (122) (123) (124) (125) (126) (127) (128) (129) (130) (131) (132) (133) (134) (135) (136) (137) (138) (139) (140) (141) (142) (143) (144) (145) (146) (147) (148) (149) (150) (151) (152) (153) (154) (155) (156)  (157) (158) (159) (160) (161) (162) (163) (164) (165) (166) (167) (168) (170) (171) (172) (174) 

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“And then she told me to get a hobby and stormed out of the house,” Killian said, sinking back into the plush sofa.

From across the office, Dr. Hopper leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees.  “And how do you feel about…well…all of that?”

Today marked the five year anniversary of the Final Battle.  They’d had five years of peace.  Five years of prosperity.  Five years of domestic tranquility, where the worst crisis any of them faced was Grumpy’s wrath when Granny ran out of bacon.

It had been wonderful…and surprisingly far more emotional than Killian would have supposed Happily Ever After could be.

As it happened, when there was no longer a crisis to be faced every other day, one had the time and opportunity to deal with the stress and trauma that years of constant crisis had accumulated–and given his two centuries of painful existence, he’d had plenty accumulated.

Swan had made the suggestion that they start seeing Dr. Hopper to deal with it all, and so he’d agreed.  The former cricket had, after all, been an invaluable listening ear back when Killian was considering proposing to Emma.  The two of them had, accordingly, been to Hopper many times, sometimes alone, sometimes together, and though the psychiatrist had earned his degree from the curse, he seemed to have a genuine heart for his patients.  More than once, Killian had left his office feeling far lighter than when he’d entered.

The newest crisis, and the reason Killian was currently sitting on Dr. Hopper’s sofa was not, strictly speaking, a crisis at all.  It was a very, very good thing.  As soon as the dust had settled from the Final Battle, Killian had whisked Emma away on an idyllic and well earned honeymoon.  One night, as they lay snuggled together, they’d discussed the future.

One thing stood out to both of them: they wanted to give Henry a little brother or sister.  And so they’d tried.  For nearly five years they’d tried with no success, and as each month passed with no little one coming to them, they gradually began to lose hope.

That is until that morning a month ago.

Swan had come to him with one of the small wands that Killian had come to learn was a pregnancy test in her hand and joyful tears in her eyes.  It had finally happened.  Swan was with child.

They were overjoyed, of course, but Killian was also terrified.  After all, he’d lived in a time when childbirth was not only intensely painful, but also quite dangerous.  He couldn’t lose Swan again.  He couldn’t.

She’d been patient with him, assuring him that medical technology in the Land Without Magic took away a lot of that risk–and could also take away a lot of the pain.  She assured him that she was fine.

And yet his worry persisted.  He’d fretted and fussed over her, hardly letting her do anything on her own.

This morning her patience had run out, and she’d snapped–thus her comment about a hobby.

“How do you think it makes me feel?” Killian asked with a roll of his eyes and a cross of his arms.  “I’m powerless to stop…whatever dangers my wife and unborn child face.”

Hopper was silent for a moment, sitting back up and steepling his fingers under his chin.  Finally he spoke.  “It’s natural for you to fear for Emma and be extra protective of her at this time given the history of crises the two of you have faced,” he said, “but is that all it is?  You’ve yet to tell me how you feel about your impending fatherhood.”

“I’m overjoyed, of course,” Killian said quickly, and perhaps a bit more forcefully than he’d intended.

“But–” Hopper prompted.

Killian blew out a long breath.  “But I’m also bloody terrified.  What do I know of being a father?  I hardly had a stellar example of my own from which to learn.  What if I’m incapable of providing the little lad or lass what is needed?  What if I am incapable of protecting my child?”

“You love your child already,” Hopper stated.

“Aye, more than anything, save Swan herself,” Killian replied with a quick nod.

“And that is the most important thing,” Dr. Hopper said.  “Killian, you’ll make mistakes as a father. All parents do, but as long as you love your child and do your best to do right by them, it will all turn out in the end.”

Killian sat back, sighing again.  “That’s all well and good, but how precisely do I make the fear recede?”

Dr. Hopper was silent for another long moment.  “Maybe, Emma has a point.  I know she spoke in frustration, given what she sees as your overprotective instinct, but maybe it would be helpful to find a hobby.”

“I hardly think taking up woodworking or the like is going to allay my fears about fatherhood,” Killian scoffed.

“Maybe not,” Hopper said, “but one of the best ways to deal with anxiety is to busy yourself with something that might help the one you’re worried about.  Look for a hobby you can use to help provide for Emma or your new child.”

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Killian had initially been skeptical about the cricket’s suggestion, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it truly made.  What was something he could do to keep his mind and his hand occupied, something that would provide help and comfort to his little family?

It was one bright, sunny Saturday morning when he and Swan were sitting in the room that would become their nursery, that inspiration struck.

Opening a box she’d had him bring down from the attic, Emma had pulled out her delicate white and purple baby afghan, lovingly knitted for her by Granny herself.

“It’s the only thing I had from my parents growing up, Killian,” she’d said, running a hand lovingly over the soft fabric, “and it got me through, you know?  It reminded me that no matter what I was going through, at one point someone did give enough of a damn about me to knit me a blanket.”

Perhaps that was the answer. Perhaps he could create a similar blanket for their own little cygnet.

The next Monday, after Emma had left for work, he’d wandered over to Granny’s after the breakfast rush and inquired of her whether she’d be willing to teach him to knit.

Granny peered at him over her glasses.  “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” she’d said bluntly.

His hackles had risen.  “Whyever not?”

“Now don’t get your leathers in a twist,” she’d said, pulling off her apron and leading him back to the sitting room of the bed and breakfast.  “I meant no offense.  It’s just–”

“It’s just what?”

She eyed his hook.  “It’s just–I’m not sure it’s possible to knit with only one hand.”

His heart had sunk, and she’d clearly noticed.

“Hang on a second,” she said, getting up and moving to a small box in the corner of the room and rummaging around.  “Knitting may not be possible, but something else might.” She came back to him holding a ball of yarn and a small, thin hook.  “Killian, how would you like to learn to crochet?”

Note:

–I’m back!  Did you miss me?

–This story came about through personal experience.  Two things some of you may not know about me: 1. Aside from OUAT/writing, my biggest hobby is crocheting (knitting too, to a lesser extent, but crochet is my medium of choice).  It’s rare to find me without a crochet project in my hands during my downtime. 2. I minored in French in college.  Though I haven’t used it much since then, I’ve started reviewing and trying to learn more–hopefully to one day become fluent.  Anyway, one day when I was working on an extremely boring project at work, a thought occurred to me–a thought that actually combined all my major hobbies and pursuits.  The word for “hook” in French is “crochet”, so Killian’s title in French is actually “Capitaine Crochet”.  Naturally my next thought was that there had to be a fic in there somewhere.

Thus this story was born.

–This little fic should have one more chapter.  Up next:  Emma feels bad for snapping at Killian–especially when she realizes he’s spending a lot more time away from her.  One day she learns his secret–his brand new hobby–and it makes her fall in love with him all over again.

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[paleshelter29]

Gets microphone: BENJAMIN DESERVED BETTER!!!!! Thank you for coming to my BENtalk.

[icedteaandoldlace]

Me: Did I call it quits too soon? Should I give season 9 a chance? It's only one season, after all, and it's the last one. Maybe I could just watch the first episode when it airs and see how it goes?

The CW: Mark Blaine is now a member of Team Flash.

Me: Aw hell no, fuck that, ain't nobody got time for that, the series ended with the vow renewal, that was the end, no more, goodbye.

[lunarcry]

ITS BEEN SO MANY YEARS T___T

STOPPP IM GONNA CRY TOO....(alrdy teared up at everyone saying his name during the first secondsT_____^)

oh i missed them sm...

natsumes jumpscare life.....

GRANDMA T___________T ugh this shot...the flowers......

hes so cute gaaaaaahhhhhhhh

(CRYING)