#thank you @whimsicallyenchantedrose!! | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

kmomof4 · 2 years ago

Text

Say It With Flowers: A Birthday Fic for @whimsicallyenchantedrose

Happy birthday, Jen!!! I love you dearly and have been so excited to write this fic for your special day!!! I so hope you love it!!! I’ve had this fic in mind since early last fall, I think and I’m so thrilled to finally be able to give it to you! I hope your day is as wonderful as you are and that you enjoy my little offering!!!

All the love and thanks to @snowbellewells and @jrob64 for all their help in crafting this. Their suggestions and comments made it so much better!!! Thank you both, ladies!!!

Summary: Killian Jones, owner of The Jolly Rhododendron, has a new customer who just wants to put a smile on his mom's face. Killian is quite happy to assist Henry Swan in his quest.

Rating: T (one instant of strong language)

Words: Almost 4800

Tags: Birthday Fic, More a Captain Cobra Fic than a CS fic, But Firmly CS at the End, Anti Walsh

On ao3

Tagging the usuals. Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed.

@jrob64 @teamhook @winterbaby89 @hollyethecurious @xarandomdreamx @undercaffinatednightmare @the-darkdragonfly @stahlop @superchocovian @pirateprincessofpizza @tiganasummertree @anmylica @cosette141 @motherkatereloyshipper @zaharadessert @jonesfandomfanatic @ultraluckycatnd @jennjenn615 @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 @kymbersmith-90 @booksteaandtoomuchtv @wistfulcynic @mie779 @snowbellewells @lfh1226-linda @aprilqueen84 @whimsicallyenchantedrose @pirateherokillian @elfiola @ilovemesomekillianjones @justanother-unluckysoul @poptart-cat-78 @myfearless-love @goforlaunchcee @searchingwardrobes @gingerpolyglot @gingerchangeling @djlbg @cocohook38 @cs-rylie @thisonesatellite @donteattheappleshook @deckerstarblanche @veryverynotgoodwrites @wefoundloveunderthelight @fleurdepetite @alexa-fangirl-forever

Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

The bell above the door rang, and Killian Jones looked up from the bouquet of roses he was arranging and made his way out to the front of his shop, The Jolly Rhododendron. A lad of about ten was looking around the shop, a happy smile on his face as he took in all the different arrangements Killian had placed in the cooler and in the front window.

“The library is a little further down, lad,” Killian said with a smile, gesturing to the large book the boy carried under his arm.

The boy startled a bit when Killian spoke, too taken by the large springtime arrangement in the front window to notice him coming in the room.

“Oh, hi!” the boy exclaimed. Killian grinned in response. The boy looked down at the book. “Oh, no. I’m not going to the library.” He approached the counter and laid the book down, opening it to reveal it as a fake book. There were a few treasures in the hollow inside- a picture of the boy and a beautiful blonde woman kneeling next to him, wide smiles on both their faces, a swan keychain, an old fashioned fountain pen, and a postcard from Boston- as well as a few crumpled dollar bills and loose change.

“This is quite the treasure you have there,” Killian said. “What can I help you with?”

“I want to get some flowers for my mom,” the boy explained. “She hasn’t been smiling much lately. She’s been real busy at work, and I just want to do something for her to put a smile on her face.”

“I see,” Killian said. He couldn’t hold back the wide grin on his face at the thoughtfulness of the boy in front of him. “That is a lovely sentiment, young man. Let’s see how much money you have, then I’ll ask you a few questions about your mum and we’ll see what we can come up with, aye?”

The boy beamed. “Aye!” They pulled the dollars and change out of the box and counted out $9.02.

“All flowers have different meanings,” Killian explained, pulling a small round vase out from under the counter. “For example, roses symbolize romance, love, beauty, and courage. And different colors mean different things as well. A yellow rose means friendship and joy, and a thornless red rose means love at first sight. So as we pick different flowers for your mum’s arrangement, we want to make sure the meaning of the flowers accurately expresses what you want to say.” The boy nodded his understanding. “Alright then. You want to put a smile on your mum’s face,” Killian continued.

“Yes, sir. I just want to make her happy.”

“Well then, we need to make sure we have yellow flowers in the arrangement. Yellow flowers in general, mean happiness.”

Killian didn’t think the boy's smile could get any wider. “Yellow is my mom’s favorite color!” he exclaimed.

“Excellent.” Killian pulled a yellow crocus and a daylily out of the cooler. “This is a crocus and it means cheerfulness,” he said, holding it out to the boy. “And the daylily is the Chinese symbol for mother.” He laid the flowers on the counter and went into the back, bringing out an Edelweiss bloom along with some greenery and baby’s breath. “This is Edelweiss, and it…”

“Edelweiss, like in Sound of Music?” the boy interrupted.

Killian grinned. “The very same. Edelweiss means courage and devotion,” Killian continued. “And given your love and devotion to your mum, I think it would be an appropriate bloom for your arrangement. And finally,” Killian turned back to the cooler and pulled out a small bunch of white lilacs. “Lilacs symbolize the love between a child and their mum.”

Killian set to work arranging the blooms in the vase on the counter. He knew the flowers he’d chosen for the arrangement cost a little more than twice as much as what the boy had, but he was so impressed with the lad, he wanted to do what he could to aid him in his quest. He was quite willing to double the value of the arrangement without charging the boy any more than what he had. When he was done, the boy handed him the money.

“Thank you, Mr…”

“Jones,” Killian said. “Killian Jones, at your service, Mr…”

“Swan. Henry Swan,” the boy introduced himself.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Henry Swan,” Killian said, holding out his hand to shake. “Thank you for your business, and I hope to see you again soon. I hope your mum likes the flowers you chose for her.”

“I’m sure she will,” Henry said, shaking Killian’s hand. “Thank you, Mr. Jones!” He picked up the vase and waved as he left the store, the bell ringing again to announce his departure.

Killian waved back, a wide grin still on his face.

~*~*~

The next day was Saturday and The Jolly Rhododendron was extremely busy now that wedding season was upon them. As Killian was about to leave for the first venue of the day, a tall man with a flop of mousy brown hair entered the store. Something about the man set Killian’s teeth on edge when he heard him demand to see the manager.

“I’m Killian Jones, the owner,” he introduced himself. “How can I help you today?”

“Give me a dozen red roses.”

Killian pressed his lips into a thin line at the man’s rudeness and swallowed his ire.

“I was just on my way out the door to make wedding deliveries, but my assistant, Belle, here…”

“I want you to fill the order,” the man interrupted. Then he shrugged nonchalantly, “But if you don’t want my money…”

Killian took a deep breath, just barely holding onto his temper with both hands. Personally, he’d prefer if the man did take his business elsewhere. He’d never been able to abide rudeness, and given the afternoon ahead of him, he really didn’t need this right now. But it would literally only take a minute to ring up the sale- a dozen red roses was something he kept available at all times- and the sooner he could get the man out of his store, the better.

“Of course, sir. Belle, would you please ring him up, and I’ll go collect the flowers?”

“Sure, Killian,” she answered.

He brought out the gorgeous arrangement a minute later and was gratified that the man seemed to be pleased with the display.

“Thank you for coming in today, sir,” Killian said, handing him the bouquet. He couldn’t quite bring himself to utter his normal parting comment of hoping to see the customer again soon. If this man never darkened the door to his shop again, he’d die a happy man. All he could summon to his face was a bland smile as the man nodded, took the arrangement, and left, the bell above the door announcing his departure.

Killian rolled his eyes. “Good riddance,” he murmured to Belle who nodded with a roll of her eyes. He smiled at the young woman. “Don’t forget to call the AC guy before you leave today, Belle. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“I won’t. See you then, Killian.”

~*~*~

A wide smile broke over Killian’s face as Henry Swan entered his store again. He may have only just met the boy the previous Friday, but he couldn’t deny that he was thrilled to see him again. If more people were as thoughtful as Henry Swan, the world would be a much better place.

“Henry,” Killian exclaimed, “I’m so happy to see you! How did your mum like the flowers?”

Henry’s face lit up. “She loved them, Mr. Jones! I told her what all the meanings of the flowers were, and she almost cried.”

Killian was so happy, he felt his heart might burst. He loved flowers, he loved his job, but it was customers like Henry and circumstances like this that really made him so thankful to be living his dream.

“That is wonderful, Henry. I’m so glad to hear it,” Killian enthused.

“My mom’s boyfriend brought her a dozen red roses on Saturday, and I thought she liked them more than the ones I gave her. She left them on the counter in the kitchen, and my flowers were on her nightstand in her bedroom.” Killian’s brow furrowed slightly as he remembered the rude customer from Saturday with that very order. “But Mom said that Walsh can be too sensitive. He gets put out if he feels like his gifts aren’t appreciated, so she left his out where they could be seen. She said mine were just for her.” Henry beamed and Killian found himself mirroring the action. “She put them where she could see them when she opened her eyes in the morning and when she closed them at night. She said they reminded her of how much she loves me.”

And there was the bursting heart again. It was obvious this boy adored his mother, and that she adored him in return, and having just a small hand in expressing that love filled Killian’s heart to overflowing.

“Thank you so much for coming back and telling me all this, Henry. It does my heart good to see the flowers I provide bring so much happiness.”

He grinned again. “You’re welcome, Mr. Jones. Now I want to get a bigger bunch of flowers for her.” He pulled a couple of folded bills out of his pocket. “I got paid for doing yard work last weekend.”

Killian raised a brow at Henry. “You don’t have something you’re saving up for, lad?”

Henry shrugged. “No, not really. Mom works really hard, and I know she loves me, so I just want to show her how much I love her back.”

Killian smiled gently at him. “Very well. How much do you have today?”

“Twenty-five dollars.”

“Ok, then.” Killian paused, thinking for a moment. “You want to show your mum how much you love her. So in addition to some yellow flowers for her favorite color and to express joy and happiness, let's add some carnations. Carnations symbolize love, with different colors adding meaning and nuance. For example, a white carnation symbolizes a sweet or a pure love, which would be very appropriate to give as a gift to your mum. A pink carnation means gratitude and that you’ll never forget her.” Killian pulled the different flowers out of the cooler as he spoke and laid them on the counter where a new vase waited.

“What about a yellow carnation, Mr. Jones?” Henry asked.

Killian chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t recommend a yellow carnation, lad.”

“Why not?”

“Yellow carnations are a symbol of disappointment or rejection.”

“Ohhhh,” Henry acknowledged. “Yeah, no yellow carnations.”

“And how about one more flower?” Killian asked, moving to the back where he kept some of the more expensive blooms in the shop. He returned a few moments later. Henry’s eyes got wide as saucers as he looked at the Calla lily in his hand. “This is a Calla lily, Henry. It signifies faithfulness, and the pink color means appreciation and admiration.”

“That’s great, Mr. Jones!” Henry exclaimed.

Killian grinned as he began arranging all the blooms in the waiting vase. Once again, the value of the flowers was about twice the amount Henry had available, but Killian couldn’t care less. It made him happy to make the young man in front of him happy, and it was his own shop, after all. He could do whatever he wanted.

“Thanks again, Mr. Jones,” Henry said, waving as he headed toward the door.

“You’re welcome, Henry,” Killian said, returning the wave. “Hope to see you again soon!”

“Oh, you will,” he assured him. “I’ll see you again next week.”

“Until then, lad.”

Killian couldn’t wipe the grin he was sporting off his face if he tried. So he didn’t.

~*~*~

The next day, the same man from the week before entered the shop. Belle was on wedding duty today, so Killian was stuck having to serve the rude man. He struggled to keep from rolling his eyes as the jerk approached the counter.

“How much is the arrangement in the window? The one with the sunflowers? Yellow is my girlfriend’s favorite color, and I know red means love, so I thought she’d like that arrangement.”

“It’s $75,” Killian said, the wheels in his head turning. “But the yellow carnations in the arrangement might not be what you want to give your girlfriend.”

“Eh,” the man dismissed. “I’m not worried about it. She won’t care about the meanings. I’m sure she’ll love it.” He pulled out his credit card and handed it to Killian. Walsh Ozman was the name printed on the card, and Killian’s suspicions crystallized fully. Storybrooke was too small a town for the man in front of him not to be Henry’s mum’s boyfriend.

“Your girlfriend wouldn’t happen to have a son named Henry, would she?” he asked as he rang up the purchase.

Walsh startled at his unexpected question. “She does, as a matter of fact,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “What business is it of yours?”

Killian raised an eyebrow and handed the man his card back. “It’s not good form to try to impress your girlfriend by showing up her kid, you know.”

The man glowered, his face turning a deep shade of red. “Why don’t you just mind your own business?” he asked, turning away. Killian could hear him muttering to himself as he grabbed the arrangement from the window. “Last time I buy flowers here. Nosy busybody. The Jolly Rhododendron. What a stupid name…”

The bell rang signaling the asshole’s departure and Killian couldn’t be happier, both for the fact that the man was gone and for his muttered comments.

~*~*~

For the third Friday in a row, Henry entered the shop, a wide grin on his face.

“Hello again, Henry!” Killian greeted him. “How did your mum like last week’s flowers?”

“She loved them again, Mr. Jones,” Henry exulted. “This time when I told her what the flowers meant, she really did cry! Then she hugged me so tight I could barely breathe, and we went out and got pizza for dinner.” Killian laughed with delight even as Henry’s grin disappeared. “But she also said she didn’t want me spending the money I earned on more flowers for her. Or my birthday money. She said she knows I love her and she wants me to use the money for something I want for myself. So she gave me another $25 to replace what I’d spent on the flowers.” Henry’s lips curved in a smirk and a mischievous twinkle sparked in his eye as he continued. “But she can’t tell me what to spend my birthday money on, as long as it’s on something I want. So now, with my birthday money I got this week, I have a hundred dollars, and none of it is earned, so Mom can’t object that I’m not spending the money I earned on something for myself.” Henry’s grin reappeared, quite delighted with himself and his plan, and Killian wanted to hug the boy like his mother had done when presented with last week’s flowers.

“So you want to spend all that on more flowers for your mum, lad?” Killian asked, wanting to make sure he understood Henry correctly.

Henry nodded decisively. “Yes, sir. I know Mom doesn’t want me to spend my money on her, but she does so much for me. She works hard to make sure I have everything I need and a lot of what I want. And I don’t want to give her a gift that cost me nothing.” Henry’s voice and countenance were serious, and Killian felt his heart swell with affection for the precocious lad in front of him.

“That sounds like The Gift of the Magi, lad,” Killian commented.

Henry’s face broke out in a wide grin. “I had to do a book report on it last winter.”

Killian nodded. “I see. Ok, then, let's get started. Do you want to keep the same flowers we’ve already used?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well, we’ll add a few more of each of the blooms we’ve already used and then add some different flowers as well.” Killian headed into the back and picked one of the largest vases he had, along with baby’s breath, greenery, and a couple of pink Calla lilies. This arrangement was going to be spectacular. He came back into the front of the shop and started collecting blooms from the cooler. “These are forget-me-nots, and I imagine their meaning is pretty self-explanatory,” he said with a cheeky grin at the boy. Henry grinned right back.

“This is a gardenia. Here, smell it,” he said, offering the stalk to him. Killian watched him carefully. Gardenias were a type of flower that one either loved or hated because their scent was so strong. He hoped Henry was the former.

“Wow!” Henry exclaimed. “That’s really nice.”

“I’m glad you like it, Henry,” he said, fitting the stalk of blooms into the arrangement. “It means ‘you’re lovely.’” He pulled out two long stalks of honeysuckle. “And this is…”

“Honeysuckle,” Henry interrupted. “I know what that is. There’s a huge bush of it that lines a fence near my house.” That mischievous glint reappeared in his eye, and Killian had to smile. “I sometimes pick the flowers and get the honey when I pass by.”

“Don’t blame you, lad,” Killian said with a chuckle. “Honeysuckle represents the bonds of love.” He finished the arrangement and turned it around to show Henry. The boy’s eyes were as big as saucers, and Killian could see the shine of tears in their corners.

“It’s beautiful, Mr. Jones,” Henry whispered. “Thank you so much.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew the cash he carried.

“That will be $50, lad,” Killian informed him. Henry’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Is that all? I wanted a bouquet for $100.”

Killian came around the counter and knelt down in front of Henry, looking him square in the eye. “Henry, I’m going to have to side with your mum on this one,” he told him. “Each of the arrangements I’ve made for you have exceeded the amount of money you had to spend on them. The sentiments you’ve expressed for your mother touched my heart in a very profound way, and I wanted to do what I could to aid you in your quest to bring your mum some joy and show her how much you love her. And as the owner of The Jolly Rhododendron, I can charge whatever I want for any arrangements I make. Flowers can be very expensive, and I don’t feel right charging a child, with no reliable means for earning money, the full amount for these flowers. Especially after I confronted your mum’s boyfriend last weekend over the way he was competing with you to try and impress her.”

Henry’s eyes got big. “Walsh got his bouquet here?” he asked, surprised.

“He did,” Killian confirmed. “I saw his name on his credit card and he also said his girlfriend’s favorite color was yellow. So I put two and two together and called him out on his presumption and arrogance.”

Henry laughed. “When I saw the flowers, I told Mom what the yellow carnations meant. Walsh got so flustered and embarrassed, Mom told me to go work on my homework while she calmed him down.”

“Now this way,” Killian continued, “you have a truly beautiful arrangement, full of meaning to give to your mum, to show her how much you love her. While I’m not charging you the full amount for it, it is costing you quite a bit of money. So both you and your mum can be happy. Do you understand what I’m saying, Henry?”

Henry nodded. “Yes, I do.”

Killian rose to his feet. “Good.” He went back around to the register and rang up the sale. “Give me just a minute. I’ll be right back.” Henry nodded, and Killian moved into the back where Belle was working on an arrangement for one of the weddings scheduled for the next day. “Henry is back and I think I want to deliver this week’s flowers personally, Belle,” he informed her. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“Okay, Killian.”

Killian came back out to the front and pulled the store’s truck keys out of his pocket, tossing them in the air and catching them again. “How would you like to ride in the flower truck, Henry?”

The grin on the boy’s face exceeded all of Killian’s expectations. “Really?” he exclaimed.

“Really,” he affirmed. “I want to deliver this arrangement to your mum personally.”

“Yeah!” Henry charged out the door, the bell dinging madly, and ran for the truck parked out front. Killian hurried to catch up with him. Once he was buckled into the front seat, the arrangement in his lap nearly hiding him from sight, Killian moved around to the driver's seat.

“You alright there, lad?” he asked. Henry had asked to hold the arrangement while they drove, but Killian was still a bit apprehensive.

“I’m fine.” Henry was all but bouncing in his seat, and Killian couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

“What’s your address?”

“815 Oak Street.”

Killian nodded. He knew exactly where that was. It only took a few minutes to drive from the shop to Henry’s home, and when they pulled up, they saw a neon green Corvette parked in the driveway. Killian’s brow furrowed as he moved to the passenger side and opened the door for Henry, taking the arrangement off the boy’s hands.

“Do you recognize that car, Henry?”

“Yes,” Henry said, a note of chagrin coloring his words. “It’s Walsh’s.”

They approached the front porch where Walsh stood with a huge bouquet of his own. The door opened revealing a beautiful blonde woman, who could only be Henry’s mum. The same woman from the photograph he’d seen in Henry’s treasure box two weeks before. Killian gulped hard.

No sooner had she opened the door, when her eyes landed on him and Henry as they climbed the steps to the porch.

“Walsh, Henry!” she exclaimed in surprise. “Come on in. I mean, what are you doing here?” she asked, her gaze settling on Walsh. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until tomorrow.”

Now that they were close enough, Killian could see her eyes were a brilliant green, and he scratched behind his ear when her gaze landed on him.

“Who’s this, Henry?” she asked as she opened the door for them all to come in the house.

“This is Killian Jones, Mom,” Henry introduced. “He’s the owner of the flower shop where I’ve been getting your flowers.”

Killian didn’t miss the sneer on Walsh’s face as Henry introduced him, and apparently his mother didn’t either. Her brow furrowed as she held out her hand to shake his. He had to jostle the arrangement he held just a bit, but he finally managed it and took the woman’s hand.

“Killian, this is my mom, Emma Swan.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Emma,” he said, sincerely. “You have a fine lad here.” Emma smiled and Killian was struck by the resemblance between her smile and her son’s.

“You’ve been the one making all those arrangements?” she asked. “They’ve been so beautiful. And when Henry explained all the meanings behind the flowers…” she trailed away, getting just a bit choked up. “Thank you,” she breathed.

“It was my pleasure,” Killian assured her, holding out the new bouquet.

Emma turned an exasperated but pleased smile on her son, as she took the arrangement and set it on the small table in the entryway where they all still stood.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want you to be spending your money on me, young man,” she chastised him gently, with no real heat in her tone.

Henry at least had the grace to look a bit sheepish. “I know, but I did spend my birthday money on something I wanted. I wanted to buy you more flowers. And Mr. Jones didn’t charge me the full amount, so while this gift cost me something, it didn’t cost me everything. So everyone can be happy.” Henry grinned and turned his big brown eyes on his mum, and Killian could see the moment when she relented.

The other man standing a bit off to the side huffed in indignation. “What about mine? Don’t you like the flowers I bought you?” he asked. He turned his sneer onto Killian, who could feel his hackles rising in response. “And what do you mean not charging the full amount? Have you been cheating me all along? This guy is nothing but a busybody and know-it-all who should keep his nose out of other people's business.”

Killian had had enough. It was one thing to take rudeness from a customer in a place of business- it came with the territory- but to be accused of cheating his customers, and in front of Henry and his mum, he wasn’t going to stand for it.

He squared his shoulders and looked Walsh right in the face. “Okay, first of all, being the owner of a flower shop, I think I should know a lot about the products I’m selling,” Killian asserted. “And second, I do not cheat my customers. As I told Henry earlier, I didn’t feel right about charging a child the full value of these flowers. He simply wanted to make his mum smile, and I was going to do what I could to help him with that aim.” He cast his gaze around the room and noticed Emma’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her boyfriend.

“Is that why you’ve been buying me all these flowers, Walsh?” she asked, her voice filled with ire. “You’ve been jealous of my kid buying me flowers? Are you kidding me? Who does that?” She paused for a moment, and looked around the room at all of them. “You know what? You can keep your flowers and you can get out of my house! And in case that wasn’t clear enough, we are done. I don’t want to see you again.”

“But Emma,” Walsh whined.

“No buts, Walsh. Get out!” She opened the door and waited for Walsh to leave with the proverbial tail between his legs.

Killian couldn’t help the surge of satisfaction he felt at the man’s comeuppance. This magnificent woman was no fool, and Killian was thoroughly besotted already. As soon as the door was shut, she turned back to them, a small smile on her face.

“I’m sorry you guys saw that, but I’m definitely not sorry it happened.” She moved closer to Henry and ruffled the hair on his head. “And I know you’re not upset about all this.”

Henry shrugged. “I just want to see you happy, Mom. And I didn’t think he was making you happy.” She draped her arm around Henry’s shoulders and turned her smile on Killian.

“So what do these new flowers all mean, Henry? Or would you rather answer, Killian?”

“Oh, I think Killian would like to answer that. Maybe over a cup of coffee?” The grin Henry turned on his new friend rivaled the sun, and Killian couldn’t help but scratch behind his ear in nervousness. He’d never thought he would need a ten-year-old to play wingman for him, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Ah,” he said, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach, “I’d actually love to take you out for a cup of coffee, Emma. If you would be amenable.”

“I think that could be arranged,” she said, a smile matching Henry’s gracing her face.

“I actually don’t have to be back at the shop for a little while, so would now be a good time? To join me for some libations?” he asked, holding his elbow out for her to take if she so chose. She glanced at Henry before looping her arm through his.

“I’d love to.”

Henry could hardly contain his excitement, all but bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Bye, guys,” he said, opening the door for them. “Have fun! Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll get my homework done while you’re gone.”

Killian couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he escorted Emma down the front walk to his truck. He had the feeling that this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. As beautiful as the flowers he loved so much. As beautiful as the woman by his side.

The End

~*~*~

Thank you for reading and sharing! I’d love to hear what you thought! Happy birthday, Jen!

#say it with flowers #birthday fic for jen #krystal writes #art by krystal

49 notes · View notes

jrob64 · 2 years ago

Text

For those of you on my tag list:

I plan to redo my list beginning with the next story I write (after I finish posting ‘Always in My Heart’) If you have liked and/or reblogged any of my last three longer stories (’Taking On Mrs. Jones’, ‘Blow Me Away’ or ‘Always in My Heart’), I will keep you on the list. If not, unless you respond to this post saying you want to remain on, I will stop tagging you.

If you would like to be added, please tell me that as well.

Thank you!

Tagging: @xsajx @hookedmom @kymbersmith-90 @kmomof4 @lassluna @pirateherokillian @teamhook @stahlop @elizabeethan @whimsicallyenchantedrose @resident-of-storybrooke @therooksshiningknight @jennjenn615 @lfh1226-linda @ilovemesomekillianjones @killianswannn @stories-enchanted @eleveneitherway @withheartfulloflove @kday426 @djlbg @kristi555 @laschatzi @xarandomdreamx @wyntereyez @goforlaunchcee @yasbio2015 @tiganasummertree @winterbaby89 @wefoundloveunderthelight @hollyethecurious @let-it-raines @jonesfandomfanatic @searchingwardrobes @oncechicagolove @andiirivera @gingerchangeling @everything-person @klynn-stormz @qualitycoffeethings @enchanted-swans @ohmakemeahercules @donteattheappleshook @bluewildcatfanatic @the-darkdragonfly @demisexualemmaswan @grimmswan @spartanguard @flslp87 @ultraluckycatnd @thisonesatellite @captainswan21 @zaharadessert @mariakov81 @snowbellewells @kiwistreetswan @batana54 @nadine200179 @probalicious17 @courtorderedcake @julesep3026 @jackieorioncat @whatthehell102082 @jarienn972 @sthonour @linda8084 @pirateprincesslena @daxx04 @artistic-writer @cocohook38 @captainswan4life85 @molly958 @itsfridaysomewhere @fallingforthecaptain @onceratheart18 @strangestarlighttree @justanother-unluckysoul @mrs-potato-but-likes-tomato @anothersworld @deckerstarblanche @purplehawkcaptain @superchocovian @k-leemac @citygirlscowboy @laughterandbooks @sotangledupinit @apiratewhopines @huntressandlioness1 @gingerpolyglot @motherkatereloyshipper @cs-rylie @anmylica @paradiselady19 @pawshapedheart @vampcoffeegyrl23 @elfiola @softkilly @nachocheese-itsmycheese @iverna @booksteaandtoomuchtv

#tag list #jrob64

56 notes · View notes

caught-in-the-filter · 3 years ago

Text

When I Wake

— for CS Angsty August 22

Art by @undercaffinatednightmare 🥰❤️😘

Summary: Killian comforts Emma when she wakes up from a nightmare.

A/N: FINE. I wrote short angst with a happy ending. There, @kmomof4 @cosette141 . Lol 😘😘 And thank you K for betaing. ❤️

Warnings: nightmares, brief mentions of violence/death (but no one is actually harmed)

Rated: T; Words: 485; AO3

——

“Killian!”

Emma awoke with a start, sitting up in a tearful panic, her cheeks wet, scrambling to figure out where she was. Clutching at the sheets, she found herself safe in their bed, Killian sleeping soundly next to her.

The relief of seeing him there calmed her breathing though she couldn’t stop trembling, and she was glad she hadn’t woken him this time. Her sleep had been plagued by nightmares more often than not anymore, which made for countless restless nights for them both.

In her dreams, she’d watched him torn from her arms again and again in the worst ways, her subconscious deciding she didn’t deserve him, didn’t deserve happiness and comfort after a lifetime of being lost and alone. As it drew from their reality and the ways she’d already lost him, she’d had to see him shot, impaled, drowned, tortured.

Tonight, his heart had been ripped from his chest by the man on whom he’d sworn to get revenge. Emma begged for him to let Killian go, even pleading that he take her instead, but he crushed it anyway, laughing while sobs wracked her body as Killian’s collapsed in front of her.

Now she intently watched his chest rise and fall, making sure he was truly alright. Lying back down next to him again, Emma carefully placed her hand there, a light touch she hoped wouldn’t stir him, feeling his heart beating under her palm. Her fingers absently toying with his necklace as she snuggled closer to his side.

Emma gasped softly as his hand moved to rest on hers, his fingers gently clasping it as he lifted her hand to his lips for a kiss before holding it tighter against his chest, knowing how it comforted her.

“I’m alright, love,” he reassured her. “We’re alright.”

“I’m sorry.” Emma’s voice was barely a whisper, apologetic. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just—it was bad again, and I—I needed to check.”

“You’ve nothing to apologize for.” Killian smiled as he opened his eyes and turned toward her, glancing down between his legs. “I was just having a very different dream.”

“Of course you were,” Emma teased, rolling her eyes before kissing him softly.

What started rather chaste quickly became much more, both of them desperate for each other in the same way for different reasons. Emma kept her hand on his chest while the other anchored in his hair. Killian rolled them both, straddling her waist as he kissed away her tears, his palm cradling her head as he leaned his weight on his blunted wrist planted firmly on the mattress. Soon she bucked up into him, needing to touch more of him, and he ground down against her.

“I’m here, my darling,” Killian rasped, his voice still laced with the last remnants of sleep, though Emma could feel he was very much awake. “Let me show you I’m here.”

——

Tag list ❤️: @anothersworld @batana54 @darkcolinodonorgasm @deckerstarblanche @donteattheappleshook @elizabeethan @holdingoutforapiratehero @hollyethecurious @ilovemesomekillianjones @itsfabianadocarmo @jonesfandomfanatic @jrob64 @justanother-unluckysoul @karlyfr13s @klynn-stormz @kmomof4 @laschatzi @motherkatereloyshipper @qualitycoffeethings @resident-of-storybrooke @sotangledupinit @stahlop @teamhook @the-darkdragonfly @thejollyroger-writer @tiganasummertree @ultraluckycatnd @veryverynotgoodwrites @wefoundloveunderthelight @whimsicallyenchantedrose @xhookswenchx @xsajx @zaharadessert

#csangstyaugust22 #captain swan #cs ff #nightmares #Kayla writes #when I wake

87 notes · View notes

searchingwardrobes · 2 years ago

Text

No Wives, No Mothers, No Lovers: 4/7

Two months since the last update is actually not that bad for me, haha. Thank you to everyone who is sticking with this fic. And Marta, I have a little surprise for you in this chapter. I hope you like the character I introduce here - she should sound familiar ;)

Summary: He must be hallucinating. Because Emma Swan is supposed to be in Miami, Florida where he left her. Emma Swan isn’t supposed to be on this rocky stretch of beach, completely drenched, and wearing a ball gown of all things. A Lieutenant Duckling AU (sort of) in which Emma is a siren who isn’t supposed to fall in love with a human.

Length: about 3k in this chapter

Rated: T

Previous Chapters: One | Two | Three

Also on Ao3

Tagging (please let me know if you would like to be added or removed): @teamhook @kmomof4 @jrob64 @xhookswenchx @winterbythesea @thisonesatellite @welllpthisishappening @spartanguard @ohmakemeahercules @tiganasummertree @sparlecorn93 @sals86 @pirateprincessofpizza @xarandomdreamx @zaharadessert @huntressandlioness1 @jamif @undercaffinatednightmare @onceratheart18 @sparlecorn93 @sals86 @pirateprincessofpizza @xarandomdreamx @zaharadessert @huntressandlioness1 @iverna @jonesfandomfanatic @whimsicallyenchantedrose

Emma and Killian dance to a string of fifties rock and roll songs as rain pelts the roof of the studio. She accepts the slow dances easily now, tucked against him with her cheek against his shoulder. The rain begins to slow as they sway to “Earth Angel.”

“Emma,” Killian says softly against her hair.

She lifts her gaze to his, her expression tender and relaxed.

“There’s somewhere else I wanted to take you, if that’s okay. The rain’s not so bad now.”

She smiles at him as she nods her head. He turns off the music, pockets his phone, and then the two of them gather up the remains of their lunch. Killian finds an abandoned umbrella in a dusty corner, and he exits the studio with Emma on his arm. She leans in close to keep herself out of the rain. It’s still coming down steadily, but the wind has died down.

Their destination is only two storefronts away from the dance studio. Killian opens the door for Emma, and a bell jingles as she dashes in out of the rain. Killian follows, shaking the raindrops from the umbrella. The bookstore is cozy and warm, and the proprietress comes towards them with an eager smile.

“Killian Jones, what a pleasure on such a gloomy day.”

“Marta,” Killian greets her, “I’m showing my friend here around Storybrooke. No tour is complete without visiting Once Upon a Time.”

Marta blushes and waves away his compliment. “That’s very sweet of you.” Then she turns to Emma. “Introduce me to your friend.”

“Marta, this is Emma, a friend from college. Emma, this is Marta, owner of the best bookstore in the world. She was the first friend I made when I came to this town as a lonely little boy. She introduced me to Neverland, Narnia, Middle Earth, and a dozen other magical realms.”

A beaming smile fills Marta’s face. “Killian devoured books as quickly as I could recommend them. Are you a fellow book lover, Emma?”

Emma scribbles on her notepad, and Killian explains to Marta that she is mute but can still hear. The woman takes it in stride as she reads what Emma has jotted down.

“You met Killian at the library?” Marta laughs. “Well, that definitely is a good sign.” Then she leans conspiratorially towards Killian. “I wouldn’t let her go if I were you.”

Killian clears his throat awkwardly as he feels his face warm. “Well, um, I wanted to show Emma some of my favorite spots in the store.”

“Sure, sure, go right ahead. I’ll be around if you need me.”

“Thank you, Marta.”

The woman returns behind the counter, and Killian leads Emma to the back of the store with a gentle hand to the small of her back. It’s the children’s section, and one corner of it is filled with a giant wooden tree covered in fabric leaves. A hole is cut in the base of the tree, and inside are piles of pillows. Fairy lights are strung inside to provide light for reading. He motions for Emma to crouch down with him and crawl inside. It’s a tighter fit than it was for him as a child, and he and Emma’s feet stick out of the hole.

“I spent hours here when we first moved to Storybrooke,” he explains. “I was small for my age, a bit of a nerd, and an outsider on top of everything else. I ran away from some bullies one day on my walk home from school and hid from them inside this tree. When I dared to peek out, Marta was there with a copy of Peter Pan and assurances that no one would bother me.”

Emma jots quickly on her notepad. How old were you?

“Seven. My mother left my father with nothing but the shirts on our backs. My grandfather told her not to run off with Brennan Jones, that he couldn’t be trusted, but she did it anyway. So when she brought us to Storybrooke, her hometown, she wasn’t sure my grandfather would let us stay. But he did.”

What was he like?

“A man of few words, a bit gruff, but kind. He’s the one who taught Liam and I to sail and to fish. Losing him was my first experience with real grief. I was twelve.”

I’m so sorry.

Killian lowers his gaze to his lap for a moment, unsure how to receive Emma’s sincere gaze and scribbled sentiments. Then he inhales, runs a hand through his hair, and exhales. He flashes Emma his most charming grin.

“But enough about me, Swan. I want to hear all about you. Tell me a story - about yourself.”

Emma’s brow furrows as she makes a sweeping gesture towards her notepad. Killian gently takes it from, as well as the pen, and sets it aside.

“I want you to speak freely. I realize I only know a random word here and there in ASL, but I want to hear you. Tell me a story, Emma, please?”

She rolls her eyes at his pleading but begins to sign anyway. She’s hesitant at first, but then she seems to lose herself in the story she’s telling. Her hands move rapidly, and her face is expressive. Sometimes her movements are harsh and jerking, sometimes rapid and exuberant, and other times flowing and melancholy. Her eyes at times sparkle with joy, then other times flood with the deepest sadness. At the end she points at him, and a peaceful smile lifts the corners of her mouth. Then she drops her arms to her sides and shrugs a bit sheepishly.

“That was beautiful,” he whispers. “I had no idea what you were saying, and yet I could feel the ups and downs of your emotions.”

A single tear slips down Emma’s cheek, and he reaches up gently to wipe it away with his thumb. His hand lingers there, tracing the line of her jaw. Emma gently grasps his wrist in both her hands and leans into his touch. The moment stretches, filled with a deep sense of peace even as Killian’s heart pounds in his chest. She takes the hand cupping her cheek and presses it to where her own heart beats a steady rhythm. He isn’t sure how, but he understands completely. She’s thanking him for seeing her, for hearing her in a way that goes beyond words. He feels as if he’s tethered to her, a thin yet strong cord binding his heart to hers. It’s so overwhelming, he has to break the tension. He waggles his eyebrows at her teasingly.

“And I also think you said something about me there at the end? How I’m devastatingly handsome?”

Emma shakes her head, but her smile is teasing. She releases his hand and leans back against the pillows.

“So, Swan? Are you ready to have the best clam chowder in the entire state of Maine?”

***********************************************************

“What do you mean you’ve never had seafood?” Killian can’t keep the incredulity out of

his voice as he leans back in a booth at Smee’s Seafood Shack. “You lived in Miami for two years, didn’t you?”

Emma shrugs, her arms crossed atop the laminated menu.

Killian shakes his head. “You can’t live in a coastal town for any length of time and not have seafood Swan.” Then he frowns. “Wait, you’re not allergic are you?”

Emma shakes her head then scribbles on her notepad.

I guess it would affect my friendship with a fisherman if I was allergic to seafood, wouldn’t it?

“Of course not,” Killian assures, “but, uh . . . it would make this a really bad choice for dinner.”

Not allergic. It just felt - Emma pauses, chewing on her bottom lip in a very distracting way - weird. I guess?

“Why would it be weird?”

Because they swim, I guess. And aren’t sea creatures rubbery? And salty?

Killian laughs, at the swimming comment at least. The rubbery and salty thing he’s heard before.

“As to the texture, it depends on what seafood you eat. As for the salt, I think that has more to do with how it’s cooked.”

I’m willing to try something new. You choose.

Since he isn’t sure what type of fish Emma, as a novice, will enjoy, he gets an assortment: clam chowder and crab cakes for appetizers, and fried cod filets and grilled salmon for the main course. Along with the sides, it's a lot of food, but Killian has barely spent a dime since coming home, and Smee always gives the Jones brothers a discount anyway, since they supply most of his “catches of the day.”

To Killian’s delight, Emma tries all of it, and the look on her face says she finds it all delicious, too. The clam chowder is definitely her favorite, while - according to the note she scribbles - the salmon is just “okay.” They share a slice of cheesecake to end the meal, and Emma leans back in her chair with a look of sleepy satisfaction.

“Told you,” he can’t help saying with a wink.

The napkin she throws at him is worth it.

************************************************************************

The rain is long gone as Killian and Emma stroll down the boardwalk away from the restaurant. Their hands brush as they walk, and he isn’t sure who moved first, but soon their fingers are laced together. Emma steps closer, loops her other arm through his, and rests her head on his shoulder. He turns to brush his lips across her temple.

“There’s one more place I want to take you, Emma.”

Their destination is just outside of town, and the two of them fall into comfortable silence as they walk. That’s one thing he’s always enjoyed about being around Emma: quiet isn’t awkward. It’s not just her muteness, either. It’s a sense of belonging, as odd as that seems.

“Here it is,” Killian says softly into the night.

He turns her to face the blue, beach-side Victorian. The moon is full, the stars are a bright splash across the dark blue sky, and moonbeams reflect off the surf behind the house. All of it make the house look as if it were lit up; dazzling to behold. Emma lets go of his arm and steps forward, running her hand along the white picket fence in front and gazing up at the house in wonder.

“It was my grandfather’s,” Killian explains. “This was where we lived when I first moved to Storybrooke.”

He guides her through the low front gate and up the porch steps. Emma’s eyes widen as he takes a key from his pocket.

“The house is mine and Liam’s now,” he explains to her. “He left it to my mother when he passed, and now she’s left it to us.”

Killian unlocks and opens the front door, then guides Emma inside. The house is completely furnished, including a telescope set up in front of the living room’s bay window.

“It’s an Airbnb right now,” Killian explains, “while we figure out what to do with the place. The memories are just too painful right now to live in it.”

He isn’t sure what Emma is thinking as she slowly walks through the dark and silent living room, her hands ghosting along the furniture. He flips on a lamp, giving them a bit more light, but anything more somehow feels wrong. It’s as if they’re both holding their breath in a sacred space.

Killian shows her the kitchen, then the upstairs with an impressive four bedrooms and three bathrooms. The master is the most jaw-dropping with its own set of bay windows. They take the narrow stairs up to the finished attic as well, and Emma drops onto the window seat of the one bedroom with a smile of delight.

“I don’t know if you noticed from outside,” he tells her, “but this is an actual turret. Like a castle for a princess or something. As a matter of fact, this was my mother’s room as a teenager. They finished it for her.”

Killian guides Emma back downstairs to the ground floor, and then out the back to the wrap-around porch. The sea is only a short pebbled path away, and he guides her down the steps and down to the end of the path. They’re still standing just at the edge of the beach where the sea grass tickles their ankles when Killian turns her gently to face him, taking both her hands in his.

“Emma, there’s a reason I brought you here tonight. I know communicating isn’t easy, but I feel like you and I still understand one another. I may not know where you come from, who you are, or . . . what you are . . .”

That last bit was a gamble, he knows. The way Emma’s head snaps up and her eyes widen in shock tells him that his suspicions are correct. She pulls away a little, but he holds more tightly to her hands.

“And I won’t ask you to tell me, Emma, don’t worry. But I can see that you’re sad. You’re scared too, aren’t you?”

She lowers her gaze to the sea grass, and he has to gently lift her chin so their eyes meet once again.

“Whatever you’re afraid of, Emma, I want you to have a safe place to run to. That’s why I brought you here. I get the feeling you have to go soon, but this place is here whenever you need a haven. No questions asked. Come and go as you please.”

Emma’s mouth opens in a silent gasp, and she blinks at a sudden moisture in her eyes. He steps forward and cups her face in his hands.

“We’re connected, Emma. Can’t you feel it? But I won’t expect of you what you can’t give. So this house is yours. I’ll take it off Airbnb. No one will be here to bother you, I promise.” His thumbs caress her cheeks as a smile lifts his lips. “Though I do hope you’ll let me know whenever you’re in town.”

The tears finally spill onto her cheeks, and Killian can no longer resist the pull he feels towards her. He lowers his face and presses his lips to hers. Emma slides her hands up his chest and around his neck as she tilts her head and parts her lips for him. The kiss is both tender and deep with an edge of hunger. Killian buries his fingers in her soft hair as he swipes his tongue against hers. She responds with eagerness, and Killian kisses her more aggressively, drinking her deeply, though he can never get enough of her.

When they finally part, lips swollen and hair mussed, Emma breathes out one word: “Wow.”

His mind has barely registered that Emma actually spoke when it’s taken over completely by the melody of Emma’s voice. It’s the most enchanting sound he’s ever heard, leaving an ache in his heart for only one thing: the sea.

He turns toward the crashing waves and begins walking towards them. If he doesn’t reach the water, he’ll die, he’s sure of it. He hears Emma’s voice again beside him, her hands yanking at him frantically.

“Killian! Killian, wake up! Stop, Killian! No! No, please no!”

Her words are nonsensical to him, though. All he can hear is her music. Calling, calling, calling him out to sea. He knows she’s crying and begging, but he doesn’t understand why. He needs the ocean more than his next breath.

“I’m sorry, Killian, please, please snap out of it! Don’t go, please don’t go!”

It’s driving him mad now, the way she’s trying to stop him. Why would she? The sea is what he wants, what he desperately needs. He shrugs Emma off, and she falls to her backside in the sand. The surf is crashing against his knees now, but it isn’t enough. The ocean wants to embrace him completely, and he has no desire to fight it.

He plunges beneath the cold waves. The tide is strong, and it sucks him under. Something is dragging him down, down, into the depths. From the dark recesses of his mind, something primal fights back. He doesn’t want to die.

Then Emma is there, wrapping her arms around him and trying to pull him up to the surface. Funny, he can hear her perfectly even though they’re underwater. She’s crying and begging, but she isn’t begging Killian anymore.

“Save him,” she pleads, “save him, and I’ll do anything.”

He isn’t sure who she’s talking to, but he swears he feels something powerful and angry swirl around him.

I don’t want to die, he thinks again. But the ocean is no longer embracing him; it’s crushing him. Then everything goes black.

#cs ff #cs fanfic #captain swan fanfic #captain swan ff #lieutenant duckling #sort of #they're younger but still have trauma #modern fantasy #sirens #emma as a siren #au of siren by kiera cass

18 notes · View notes

snowbellewells · 2 years ago

Text

Happy Birthday Fic Teaser: “We Were Always Meant to Find You”

Happy Happy Birthday today to @whimsicallyenchantedrose !!! Jennifer, I have been so blessed by your friendship over the years; you were the very first fandom friend I made when I got into OuaT and CS, and it has been so much fun knowing you over that time. I hope that your birthday is wonderful and filled with all sorts of special moments. I wanted to write you a bit of a CS family future fic, and I have it all planned out and solidly started, but it just isn’t finished yet. Hopefully it will be posted for you to read entirely in just a couple more days, but until then, here’s a bit of a teaser and the cover art to give you some sort of a gift on your actual birthday!

This fic is meant to be set in Storybrooke, post s6 and CS happy beginning, featuring little Hope, teenage Henry, their newly adopted sister, and an affectionately bemused narrator in Granny Lucas...

Here’s a tidbit of “We Were Always Meant to Find You”

The shepherd prince turned deputy sheriff raised his voice to be heard above the low murmurs and shufflings of such a crowd. “Thank you all for coming!” he greeted with a genuine, winning grin. “It means the world to Snow and I that you’ve all come here to support our family on such a special occasion. That you’ve extended your kindness and acceptance to our daughter and her family as well is something we will never forget. Emma may not always know how to express it, but I do know that she is grateful. Now, they were right behind us when we left the courthouse, so if we mean to surprise them, we’d better get ready! They should be here any minute!”

That announcement sent the crowd in her establishment into a flurry of activity, rearranging themselves to seem casual and unconcerned; not at all as if they were breathlessly awaiting the Savior and her small family - now officially one member larger - to sing and welcome and celebrate them to the point of embarrassment. Food and drink orders, seating preferences, and other side conversations were forgotten for the moment as all the gathered townsfolk waited with held breath while trying to seem as if they weren’t.

From her vantage point by the old, battered but sturdy cash register, the Widow Lucas could already envision the very way Emma Swan’s eyes would drop to her boots, and she would be friendly and gracious, but a bit awkwardly brusque too. Still, after all this time in Storybrooke, she wasn’t fond of too much attention. The Captain, of course, as Grany acknowledged him fondly, would try to follow his lovely wife’s lead, but the tips of his rather notably pointed ears would be red, secretly pleased with the notice and care shown to his newest little love. Henry’s eyes would widen in joy and excitement, Granny knew, though he would have expected no less of them all, she reckoned, his believer’s heart optimistically anticipating the best of others and then often inspiring it. Young Hope would be holding court from the moment she realized everyone was there for her family. If ever there were a wee lass born to be royalty, Granny mused, it was that one; with every bit of her mother - and grandmother’s - beauty and bravery, and her father’s audacity and puckish charm, Hope Jones was irresistible to everyone she encountered.

Sure enough, soon they could all see through the diner’s large front windows, Emma, Killian, Henry, Hope, and their newly adopted sister coming down the walk along Main Street. The last few whispers and scuffles dropped off as family and friends watched, hoping to make the Savior’s family joyously welcome with thier little surprise, in a manner they would never forget..

Tagging a few who might enjoy: @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kmomof4 @searchingwardrobes @jennjenn615 @jrob64 @apiratewhopines @cosette141 @stahlop @xarandomdreamx @sotangledupinit @anmylica @xsjax @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @winterbaby89 @elizabeethan @the-darkdragonfly @donteattheappleshook @tiganasummertree @optomisticgirl @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight @thislassishooked @scientificapricot @gingerchangeling

#@birthday ff for @whimsicallyenchantedrose #cs one shot teaser #we were always meant to find you #cs future family fluff #upcoming ouat ff #happy birthday jennifer!

15 notes · View notes

teamhook · 3 years ago

Text

Words of Love

Over a year ago, I lost my mom and the only thing that has helped me during the time has been writing little poems and my support system in the CSMM discord server.

Thank you for being there for me when my life takes a dark turn.

I decided to share them.

AO3

@andiirivera @caught-in-the-filter @anothersworld @apiratewhopines @artistic-writer @batana54 @beckettj @bethacaciakay @bixisarusher @branlovestowrite @brooke-to-broch @captainodonoghue @carpedzem @chasedancer17 @cocohook38 @courtorderedcake @darkcolinodonorgasm @deckerstarblanche @demisexualemmaswan @djlbg @donteattheappleshook @dovelyheart @elizabeethan @gingerchangeling @gingerpolyglot @holdingoutforapiratehero @hollyethecurious @hookedonapirate @hookedonaswanprincess @hookedonhiddles @ilovemesomekillianjones @imlaxdris71 @itsfabianadocarmo @jarienn972 @jennjenn615 @jonesfandomfanatic @jrob64 @justanother-unluckysoul @k-leemac @karlyfr13s @kday426 @killian-will-do @klynn-stormz @kmomof4 @kwistowee @kymbersmith-90 @laschatzi @lassluna @let-it-raines @lfh1226-linda @lonelyspectator12 @mariakov81 @motherkatereloyshipper @officerrogers @ohmakemeahercules @onceratheart18 @pirateherokillian @purplehawkcaptain @queen-serena88 @resident-of-storybrooke @revanmeetra87 @rumdrum91 @sailtoafarawayland @sals86 @scientificapricot @scribomaniac @searchingwardrobes @seriouslyhooked @shardminds @shireness-says @snowbellewells @sotangledupinit @spacekrulesbians @spartanguard @stahlop @superchocovian @swanslieutenant @tehgreeneyes @the-darkdragonfly @thejollyroger-writer @thepirateandhisson @therealstartraveller776 @thislassishooked @thisonesatellite @tiganasummertree @tomeandflickcorner @ultraluckycatnd @veryverynotgoodwrites @wefoundloveunderthelight @wellhellotragic @whimsicallyenchantedrose @winterbaby89 @winterbythesea @xarandomdreamx @xsajx @zaharadessert @myfearless-love @cosette141 @grimmswan @fleurdepetite @hookmecaptain @once-upon-a-pirate-ship @undercaffinatednightmare

@mie779 @nachocheese-itsmycheese @eddisfargo @cs-rylie @4getfulimaginator2022 @betweengalaxies2

#teamhook poems

45 notes · View notes

anmylica · 2 years ago

Text

Like Slow Spinning Redemption Chapter Six: Epilogue

Tagging the Usual Crew: @kmomof4 @snowbellewells @sotangledupinit @xarandomdreamx @zaharadessert @tiganasummertree @whimsicallyenchantedrose @deckerstarblanche @their-seafaring-ways

Want to be added? Send me an ask!

Read on AO3

Read on FFN

Catch up here: 01 02 03 04 05

Killian stood there by the edge of the water until the rowboat got out of sight and the water receded back into liquid fire. Though he would miss Liam terribly, he knew that he would one day see him again. It wasn’t Killian’s time to move on. Not without Emma by his side.

After the scene retreated, he left the cavern and made his way as quickly as he could back to the mansion where he had last seen his lover. He couldn’t go any longer without resolving their disagreement. She had come down here just to save him and bring him home. The least he could do was make that easier for her. Besides, he didn’t really want to be without her, anyway. Not if it mean having to leave her behind.

Sprinting faster once the mansion came into view, he hoped she hadn’t left yet. He bounded up the stairs and into the house. He tore through the rooms, stopping short when he finally found her in a sitting room, looking frustrated and vexed.

Upon hearing someone come in, she turned and faced him, her eyes widening upon seeing him there.

“There you are!” she exclaimed. “Where the hell have you been?” Her voice sounded breathless, as if she had been running laps around the mansion. “First you and Liam left, then Henry ran off somewhere.” She waved a hand to indicate her lack of knowledge at where her son had gotten off to. “I’ve been looking everywhere around this place for you guys.”

Killian stood still for a moment, drinking in the sight of her, no matter how annoyed with him she looked. He couldn’t believe he had almost given up a life with her for moving on with Liam. He meant no offense to his brother, but Emma was far easier on the eyes than Liam could ever hope to be. He felt just as off kilter at seeing her now as he did when he saw her for the first time in the Enchanted Forest. He couldn’t believe she had came to the Underworld for him.

She shook her head slightly and shrugged, obviously waiting for an answer.

Killian smiled slightly and looked down at the floor. He said, choosing not to answer her question and instead looking her in the eye briefly before looking away, “I'm sorry, Emma. You were right about Liam.” He watched as her eyes widened at his words. “He destroyed those pages because of a deal he made with Hades years ago... A deal that almost got us thrown into that boiling sea.”

“So that’s where you were?” Emma asked, concerned. “Are you okay? Where is he?”

Killian nodded to indicate that he was fine before continuing. “He, uh, sacrificed himself, but his sacrifice helped a crew we once sailed with. They finally moved on, thanks to him.”

“Did he move on, too?” Emma took a step closer to him, a step that he mirrored to her.

“He did... but he helped me see the truth before he went.” Killian smiled and gazed into Emma’s eyes as hard as he had that day in this very manse when he had thought Emma would give up her magic, when he feared that she would be sucked into that damn hat. He watched as her face brightened at the meaning of his words when he continued, “I'm glad you came down here, Emma. Perhaps I do deserve saving after all.”

Emma brightened and smiled softly. She stepped closer, and Killian saw the visible joy in her features as she absorbed what he had said, and heated what he didn’t say. She wouldn’t be his Swan if she didn’t push just a little bit more, though, if she didn’t make sure what he meant.

“Does that mean, when this is all over, you're planning to come home?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer.

“Yes,” Killian breathed, beaming at her, which prompted her widened smile in return. “Everything Liam did was to ensure that I had a future, and I damn well intend to have one.”

In a move reminiscent of their first kiss, though with the roles reversed, he grabbed her arm in his hand and used his hook to guide her hips as he tugged her into his arms. He kissed her fiercely as he hadn’t allowed himself to since he had been reunited with her, not wanting to give into his need for her love, her closeness, after having nearly killed her family as a Dark One. He had been afraid that she couldn’t forgive him, couldn’t let go of his betrayal (which had been so much worse than hers to him), but she had proved him wrong as always.

Emma kissed him back as fiercely as she had in Neverland, and it sparked in him an even larger inferno of heat, love, and desire than he had started with. He didn’t know how he could have ever contemplated letting this go. He had won her heart, as sure as he had claimed in Neverland, and he knew he wouldn’t give it up without a fight. Let Hades try and separate them again. Killian would make damn sure that the god never succeeded.

They slowly broke apart, their lips barely separated from the other’s as they rested their foreheads together, breathing heavily from the attraction that always buzzed just beneath the surface.

“I love you,” Emma said softly, and Killian’s smile widened at finally hearing he words given freely from the love of his life.

“I love you, too,” he replied, kissing her softly once more.

Of course, their sojourn to the Underworld did not go as planned. Though he had never, in his wildest dreams, thought that Emma would end up being his True Love (a failed attempt at a True Love’s Kiss tended to take away one’s belief in that), let alone that they would be vetted by the gods in a way that none of the other true love couples they knew had been, they had not been able to succeed in returning him to life. Neither the heart-split nor the ambrosia had been able to work, and they had once again been separated.

Killian had truly thought this was the end of their story. As Zeus had stood before him, he had tried to make peace with the fact that his doing as Emma requested would mean that he would never get to see her again. His heart ached at the thought, but a promise was a promise, and he didn’t want to break his last to her. He hoped that she could continue to go on and eventually find love again, to be happy for the rest of her life as she deserved.

So it was a great surprise when he opened his eyes and saw that he was in the lushly green, damp, rainy cemetery that Storybrooke boasted, his True Love just in front of him, her golden hair pulled back into a ponytail and damp from the rain. Their reunion was one borne of the desperation of never thinking they’d see each other again, a great relief washing over them as their hearts were returned to the place where they were meant to be: side by side.

Their trials weren’t finished, though. Not by a long shot. Emma still had to go through the final battle and learn the price that all saviors paid. They got through all of those trials the same way they had gotten through the previous ones: together. Finally, their story ended with a wedding and a life shared in the house that he had chosen for them all. Eventually Henry left to seek out his own story, but his departure came with the arrival of a little girl, and Killian’s heart was so full he thought it impossible that it hadn’t yet burst with love for his family. His home.

He hardly spared a thought for the happenings with his brother in the Underworld.

That wasn’t the case for Emma, though.

Once Emma was back in Storybrooke and her family was again safe with Killian counted firmly among their ranks, her life was much the same as it had always been: dealing with crisis after crisis. Due to the chaos with the Evil Queen and then Gideon and the Black Fairy, she hadn’t been able to come to terms much with how she felt about Liam’s abrupt goodbye and his subsequent moving on, as much as Killian tried to assure her that Liam fully acknowledged how wrong he had been. Every time she thought back to her last conversation with Liam, she felt vaguely dissatisfied, or maybe let down, that their last interaction had been so negative.

She regretted leaving things with Killian’s brother the way she did, even if it hadn’t been because of her doings.

Killian had told her about what happened after he was dragged off with Liam by their old crew. He told her about how they wanted to send him and his brother both into the boiling sea because of Liam’s choices that resulted in their deaths. He told her how he tried to change their minds, to encourage them not to pursue vengeance, but he had failed, and because of that failure, Silver had been condemned to living with the reality of his thirst for retribution for all eternity. He told her of how Liam finally decided to make things right and accept his fate, that his hand in their deaths had earned him an eternity paying for his crimes. He told her that that was what had enabled Liam and the rest of his old crew to move on into the next stage of their afterlife.

He had told her his last farewell to Liam, and how they had finally gotten the closure they both had desired for so long.

Emma was happy that Killian had gotten that opportunity, that he had gotten to say goodbye to his brother after Liam had been so tragically torn away from him before. It seemed to have healed some part of him that was torn apart and suffering. He was different, changed in some fundamental way. Perhaps he was more settled in who he was and who he had been?

Whatever it was, Emma was glad for it. But she still felt dissatisfied with how things had ended between her and Liam.

She had been to Archie about it, and he believed that it was a reaction to wanting Liam’s approval and not getting it directly from the source. She wanted to be accepted by her love’s family, but she hadn’t exactly gotten that. Archie had tried to work through the issue with her, and she was definitely in a better place than she had been during their misadventures in the Underworld, but she still felt the way she did about the whole thing. She had resigned herself to never getting any kind of closure from Killian’s older brother, and for the most part, she had come to accept that.

Only now, she and Killian were married and talking about expanding their family. And she realized that, even though she hadn’t needed that last conversation with the man who had been half the reason her husband became the man he was, she still would have liked to have had it with Liam. Not being able to directly make peace with the man who had long since been able to move on was one of the things Emma regretted about the whole sojourn to the Underworld.

After an evening spent with her two True Loves, she climbed into bed, exhausted from another day of typical sheriff's duties and feeling vaguely nauseous like shehad for the last couple of weeks. Her head hit the pillow and it was as if she had pricked her finger on a spinning wheel, she was asleep so fast. Her husband’s warm form was cuddled around her as it was every evening, and she had never felt so safe and content.

Her dreams that night were nondescript in the sense that, if she dreamed of anything prior to this experience, she didn’t recall it. She floated through the stages of sleep much like always, but before long her dreams shifted.

She was on a raft in the middle of the ocean, floating along and staring up at the night sky. It was a vast ocean of stars, each one so bright and close that she felt as if she could reach out and touch one. The constellations were strange to her, but familiar at the same time; they were the ones visible from the Enchanted Forest. Emma looked around her, taking note of her clothes (she was clothed in her pajamas from earlier with her hair pulled back into a ponytail), and noticed the emptiness around her. Emma was alone in the raft, which had shifted into a sort-of dinghy in the time it took her to notice what it was she was floating upon, but she didn’t feel afraid. She felt at peace.

After an immeasurable amount of time passed, she felt the need to paddle. Emma was, by nature, a person who had always been on the move, so to be stationary while floating wasn’t a desired state for her. So Emma grabbed the oars and began to row her dinghy along, feeling the sudden need to get to a destination, though she couldn’t have said which. After rowing for just a few strokes, she saw a beautiful tall ship appear as if out of nowhere, and she hastened to get to the side where she knew the ladder lay. Once there, she clambered aboard, not worrying about the dinghy, for it had seemed to disappear once she had climbed on the ladder.

There was no one on deck for the night watch, a fact which, under normal circumstances would have concerned her (for how many times had Killian extolled the virtues of having a good night watch aboard a ship?), but for now just made her smile at how she had the whole deck to herself. She glanced up at the night sky, which seemed to glow with an unearthly happiness due to the amount of stars, and she smiled. The sails flapped welcomingly in the wind, rattling the many ropes and pulleys and lines in a way that reminded Emma of all her time spent aboard the Jolly Roger. Her heart seemed to sing a magical song, reaching a crescendo at the thought of her husband, that the sky responded to with a brightening of the starlight.

“I was hoping you would come aboard, lass,” came a voice just behind her.

Emma didn’t startle, for she knew this voice and was glad of its timbre. She turned and observed the man to whom it belonged. “Hello, Liam.”

Liam was dressed in a naval captain’s uniform (Emma assumed that this was similar to what he would have worn during his time of service to the immoral king he had first served under, and she had the sudden desire to see what Killian had looked like in his Lieutenant’s uniform). The colors he wore were light blue and white, though Emma didn’t know what the significance of those colors were. His hair was shorn at the same length as it had been when Emma had last seen him in the Underworld; in fact, he looked like he hadn’t changed a bit since their last meeting.

Liam smiled. “Hello, Emma. It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Is this your new ship?” She gestured to their surroundings. Liam nodded his head without moving his gaze away from hers.

“Indeed. Zeus saw fit to show me favor in the after life. She’s a fine vessel, finer even than the Jewel of the Realm. The crew I sailed with as an indentured servant has consented to sail along with me, and I couldn’t have a finer crew.”

Emma nodded. “I’m glad for you. I’m glad that you found peace.”

Liam looked at his feet a moment before looking back up at her. “It’s all thanks to you that I have this.”

Emma tilted her head, considering him for a moment. “I think you would have gotten there, eventually.”

Liam chuckled. “No, I wouldn’t have. I was too stubborn to admit that I had committed a wrong, that I had strayed, myself, from the hero’s path that I so desperately wanted Killian to follow. He strayed from that path because of my choices and mistakes, but he returned to it because of you. He convinced me to forgive myself because of you. He convinced the rest of my crew to forgive me because of you.”

Emma shook her head. “It wasn’t me; it was Killian all along. I just gave him a reason to be the man he always wanted to be.”

Liam shook his head and gazed at her fondly. “You still don’t see the effect you have on people, do you?”

Emma’s response was just to look at him quizzically, and Liam laughed.

“You saved my happy ending, Savior,” he simply said instead of enlightening her. “But ask Killian about the effect you have; he’ll know what I mean.”

Emma nodded. “Will do.”

“I seriously misjudged you,” Liam said after a moment’s hesitation. “I projected my own pain and failures onto you, and for that I am truly sorry. Can you ever forgive me for my transgressions, milady?”

Emma smiled. “I can, and I do, Captain Jones. I understand wanting to protect Killian at all costs.”

Liam nodded. “I’m glad to know you do. I hated the thought of you harboring any ill-will towards me. I can sail the rest of my days knowing that all is right between us.”

The sun peaked its rays just over the horizon, illuminating the world in its light. Emma blinked, dazzled for a moment, and turned to watch the sunrise.

“Unfortunately, that means our time is nearly done. Good luck to you Emma. And to Killian as well. I know you both have been considering having another child to add to your family.”

Emma turned to Liam, shocked. “How did you know?”

Liam smiled. “I have my ways,” he responded mysteriously.

Emma smiled, choosing not to comment, instead replying, “Maybe sooner than we think. I don’t know for sure, though.”

Liam grinned broadly. “Give my brother my love, and take care of him for me.”

“Always do.”

Liam took her hand in his and raised it to his mouth to press a kiss to its back. “Thank you, Emma. For everything. The next time I see you, I hope to greet you and my brother aboard my ship after you both have led long, fulfilling lives.”

Emma smiled. “I look forward to that day as well.”

The light shone brighter, and Emma raised her hand to shield her eyes. When she removed her hand, she was lying in her bed, her husband’s arms wrapped around her, with the sun shining brightly through the window onto her face. It was still early in the morning. She smiled at the memory of her dream, her heart finally at rest knowing that she finally did have the approval of Liam Jones, even if it wasn’t real. Rolling over in her husband’s embrace, she nuzzled against him, resulting in a half moan half growl from him, and she giggled.

She looked up to see Killian’s ocean blue eyes staring back at her, darkened and heavy from sleep and the desire that always simmered between them no matter how long they had been together. She pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his chest, and he pulled her in tighter to him.

“Minx,” he murmured as he nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ear.

She ran her hand through his hair. “Tell me about this ‘effect’ I apparently have.”

Killian’s brow furrowed in confusion at what she was talking about, but he didn’t comment as he pressed another kiss down her neck and pulled her in closer to him. “Well, your effect on me goes a little something like this.”

They spent their morning together embraced in the heat of their love, thoroughly enjoying living their happy beginning, and Killian made sure to breathe the words in her ear every chance he got about the effect she had on others. Though it wasn’t the ending Liam had wanted for him and his brother, the fact was the ending they both got was so much better than what they had always planned.

#Like Slow Spinning Redemption #ouat #captain swan fanfic #captain swan #captain hook #killian jones #emma swan #Epilogue #anmylica writes #csss2022 #for their-seafaring-ways #once upon a time

9 notes · View notes

neverlandnewyear · 3 years ago

Text

CS Neverland New Year 2022 Roundup!

We had such an amazing turnout this year with 21 new (and old) fics about our favorite couple falling in love in Neverland all over again!

Here are all the fantastic contributions in case you missed any. Go and give our talented shipmates some love!

January 6th - know my name as it’s called again by @elizabeethan

January 7th - Blood in the Water by @the-darkdragonfly

January 8th - Invisible by @killiansprincss

January 9th - It Was Only a Kiss by @donteattheappleshook

January 10th - Lost Girl: Found by @motherkatereloyshipper

January 11th - A One Time Thing? by @kmomof4

January 12th - Second Galaxy to the Right by @xhookswenchx

January 13th - Neverland New Year by @jgvhfi

January 14th - Fight for Me When it Matters by @snowbellewells

January 15th - Reaching for Tomorrow by @sailtoafarawayland

January 16th - Unwilling to Repeat by @hollyethecurious

January 17th - The Jolly Matchmaker by @justanother-unluckysoul

January 18th - Going Away Means Forgetting: Jones Family Backstory by @stahlop

January 20th - Hearts Like Wildflowers by @myfearless-love

January 21st - Mokamotani by @ilovemesomekillianjones

January 22nd - Fairy Tales, Curses, and Family by @jonesfandomfanatic

January 23rd - A Gentleman Never Tells by @cosette141

January 24th - Heart of the Savior by @zaharadessert

January 25th - Art by @everything-person

January 26th - Not Broken At All by @donteattheappleshook

January 29th - Back in Neverland by @deckerstarblanche

Thank you to everyone who participated as writers, artists, betas, and cheerleaders - This was an amazing January! Thank you all for sharing your wonderful work ❤️❤️

@elizabeethan @xhookswenchx @the-darkdragonfly @sailtoafarawayland @hollyethecurious @jrob64 @kmomof4 @justanother-unluckysoul @zaharadessert @tiganasummertree @winterbaby89 @pirateprincessofpizza @superchocovian @deckerstarblanche @stahlop @lostintheskyfaraway @whimsicallyenchantedrose @jonesfandomfanatic @ultraluckycatnd @motherkatereloyshipper @jennjenn615 @gingerpolyglot @snowbellewells @ilovemesomekillianjones

#csnlny22 #captain swan #neverlandnewyear #neverland #cs fic rec #cs fanfic #cs ff #talented shipmates are talented #we did it guys!

125 notes · View notes

deckerstarblanche · 3 years ago

Text

BRAND NEW AND JUST IN TIME FOR @neverlandnewyear , this is “Back in Neverland”!! Thanks as always to the CSMM crew, especially @jonesfandomfanatic for her beta skills, and @teamhook for this ART!!! xoxo

Chapter Two coming next week!

Please let me know if you want to be added to my tag list:

@kmomof4 @jrob64 @donteattheappleshook @the-darkdragonfly @jonesfandomfanatic @teamhook @apiratewhopines @elizabeethan @hollyethecurious @once-upon-a-pirate-ship @zaharadessert @kaeleemac @cosette141 @justanother-unluckysoul @hookedonapirate @motherkatereloyshipper @stahlop @itsfabianadocarmo @sailtoafarawayland @kwistowee @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @spartanguard @whimsicallyenchantedrose @everything-person @lonelyspectator @pirateherokillian @gingerchangeling @pirateprincessofpizza

Back In Neverland

Prologue

After Emma’s dramatic flight from the diner, Killian promises the Charmings that he’ll find her and do everything in his power to convince her to stay. As he walks he considers the different ways of approaching her: his usual “cocky pirate” bravado probably wouldn’t convince her to stay, but acting like the lovesick fool he is inside would send her running for the hills.

“You’re making a mistake,” Killian says bluntly. Emma turns to watch him approach with a grimace, full defenses up.

“I don’t want to talk to you about this,” she replies, turning her gaze back to the pond as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“If you won’t listen to me, listen to your son. He thought this might remind you of what you’re leaving behind, your family,” Killian tells her, convinced that she’ll change her mind if shown enough evidence. He grabs the book out of his satchel and sticks it in front of her face until she takes it.

“Henry is my family, and I’m taking him where he’s safe. That’s it, end of story,” she says firmly, setting the book down next to her without a glance. Although he usually admires her iron will, the fact that she’s using it as a shield right now just pisses him off.

He has clearly underestimated her powers of denial, even though he already knows that she’s stubborn as hell. Memories of how many hoops he’d had to jump through to coax her away from life with the Monkey Man fill his brain, and it makes him see red.

“For fuck’s sake, Swan! The safety first nonsense is just that,” he cries, no longer willing to let her walk away without a fight. “I saw your life in New York, and I know that you thought you were content. Yes, you and Henry had a home and a life together, but your head was stuffed with Regina’s memories! What did you have there that you need to return to so desperately? Why do you want to go back to a life of lies?”

Emma looks stunned by his words, so she must have forgotten about his ability to read her so clearly. Her cheeks are aflame and her eyes appear glassy, but at least she’s willing to have a conversation.

“It was real for us, Hook! You don’t understand — for as long as I can remember, I’ve been running, looking for home. I hadn’t ever found it, until New York,” she tells him wearily, slumping down on the bench. He hates to see her physically deflate like that, and he curses himself for it.

“I know what that feels like, Swan; truly I do,” Killian admits, shifting uncomfortably. The sadness in his eyes gives her an idea of how deeply his pain must sit in his soul.

“I believe you, but eventually you found a home, on your ship. For me, running away was the only consistent thing I ever did before going into Bail Bonds. I want to give Henry a stable life, and we had that in New York,” she says, and he agrees — but only about what Henry deserves. The part he hasn’t told her, about where his home truly lies, will have to wait for another day.

He searches her eyes, wondering why she’s willfully ignoring Henry’s wish to live in Storybrooke. He asks her directly: “You know that Henry doesn’t want to leave, Emma. What’s stopping you both from having a life here, with your entire family?”

“Because of this, Killian!” she says with exasperation, pulling the book into her lap and opening it to the page illustrated with a curse cloud rolling over the Enchanted Forest. “I don’t see my family here. I see fairy tales, and stories of princes and princesses. Henry and I are from the real world — we were never meant to be a part of any of this.”

For a moment, he seriously considers telling Emma the whole truth: that he knows exactly how she feels, because without his ship for the first time in more than a century, he’s completely unmoored, and that he doesn’t know what he’s going to make of his life if she rejects him. She has no idea what he gave up, but finding out would be too much of a burden for her right now, so he keeps his mouth shut and continues moving forward.

“Then what are you a part of, Swan?” he asks gently, folding himself down next to her on the chilly bench. She looks down at the book, and when her gaze returns to his, there’s so much sadness in her eyes.

“Aside from this year with Henry, I don’t think I’ve ever been a part of anything,” she admits, and his heart screams at him to tell her how wrong she is. But he waits, because instinct tells him to be patient.

“But, Emma, you could be,” he says hopefully, but she's already covering her emotions back up, and the moment is lost.

She snaps the book shut, handing it back to him. Putting her palms on her knees, Emma looks down at the ground for a few seconds before standing up, and her eyes are devoid of emotion. Killian is pretty sure that, short of a miracle, Swan’s going to fly the coop.

“I learned something a long time ago, Hook: home is the place that, when you leave, you just miss it. So yeah, I’m gonna keep running until I feel that,” she tells him, sounding bitter and broken. He feels quite bitter too, trying desperately to keep his emotions in check.

"So you're just going to keep running, then? Swan, think about your parents - don’t you even care about them, or anyone in Storybrooke?”

“Of course I care…I just have to do what I think is right for me and for Henry —“ Emma tells him. The blinding burst of magic in the direction of Zelena’s hideout puts an end to the conversation.

What happens next is a blur, but within less than a minute, the out of control vortex of magic sucks them into its orbit, sending them hurtling towards the unknown…

#neverland new year #cs ff #captain swan #csedit #captain swan fanfiction #csnlny22

54 notes · View notes

kazoo5480 · 4 years ago

Text

Sneak Peek! My CS Historical Fic! Dropping Tomorrow!!!!!!

A correspondence begins between Emma Swan and members of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, with them sharing their experiences of Nazi Occupied Guernsey during the 1940′s. When an idea for a book catches Emma she goes to visit the island, making lifelong friends and taking life-changing steps along the way. This story is told by way of letters and as the reader, you become enchanted by the writers of them and the love Emma comes to feel for each of the Islanders. A beautiful story of love, friendship, and the sadness of friends lost.

The artwork for this story was created by @imagnifika and she is a wonderful human for creating the pieces for this. I thank you graciously and endlessly!

@cshistfic

@holdingoutforapiratehero @hookedmom @xsajx @kymbersmith-90 @kmomof4 @katie-dub @ohmightydevviepuu @lassluna @pirateherokillian @teamhook @stahlop @elizabeethan @whimsicallyenchantedrose @resident-of-storybrooke @therooksshiningknight @jennjenn615 @lfh1226-linda @ilovemesomekillianjones @killianswannn @stories-enchanted @eleveneitherway @girl-in-a-tiny-box @withheartfulloflove @kday426 @lyssapup27 @swanlovato @djlbg @kristi555 @laschatzi @xarandomdreamx @lkles08 @wyntereyez @bubblegum1425 @xhookswenchx @yasbio2015 @tiganasummertree @winterbaby89 @wefoundloveunderthelight @hollyethecurious @let-it-raines @jonesfandomfanatic @searchingwardrobes @dreamingdreamsalways @oncechicagolove @andiirivera @vvbooklady1256 @gingerchangeling @everything-person @klynn-stormz @qualitycoffeethings @vampcoffeegyrl23 @enchanted-swans @ohmakemeahercules @donteattheappleshook @bluewildcatfanatic @the-darkdragonfly @demisexualemmaswan @lavenderbudd @grimmswan @spartanguard @flslp87 @ultraluckycatnd @thisonesatellite @captainswan21 @zaharadessert @mariakov81 @snowbellewells @xouatxcs @kiwistreetswan @batana54 @nadine200179 @probalicious17 @courtorderedcake @julesep3026 @jackieorioncat @whatthehell102082 @xemmaloveskillianx @jarienn972 @sthonour @linda8084 @carpedzem @pirateprincesslena @daxx04 @winterbythesea @artistic-writer @scientificapricot @cocohook38 @wisfan3000 @pcrcabcth @captainswan4life85 @molly958 @kingofmyheart14 @badwolfreturns @itsfridaysomewhere @fallingforthecaptain @lovethelifeyoulive1106 @onceratheart18 @strangestarlighttree @omgmarvelous @justanother-unluckysoul @anothersworld @purplehawkcaptain @jennjenn615 @sailtoafarawayland @superchocovian @hookedonkillianforlife87 @hollyethecurious @elizabeethan @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare

#cshistfic #captainswan #ouat #ouat au #killian jones #emma swan #the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society #au #once upon a time

52 notes · View notes

cssecretsanta2020 · 4 years ago

Text

Masterlist CS SecretSanta 2020

Hi guys! I am very sorry for the delay. The last days I’ve slept or worked, but finally I found some time to post the list. I have to say: THANK YOU to each one of you, for participating, for creating all these wonderful gifts and for sharing all the joy. This year was by far the smoothest event I’ve ever hosted. Although we had 4 drop outs, none of their doing created major issues. However we still have two gifts missing. I hope I can add them to this list soon.

STORIES

The Christmas Wish by @whimscallyenchantedrose for @captain-emmajones

everything is icy and blue (you would be here too) by @captain-emmajones for @klynn-stormz

Merry Crisis by @pirateherokillian for @carpedzem

to make the season bright by @demisexualemmaswan for @resident-of-storybrooke

Mountain Stew by @girl-in-a-tiny-box for @mariakov81

One Season Following Another by @stahlop for @spacekrulesbians

The Holiday House by @let-it-raines for @snowbellewells

Hiraeth by @wellhellotragic for @shireness-says

The Set-Up Scam by @shireness-says for @nevertothethird

nice and rosy and comfy cozy by @spacekrulesbians for @xhookswenchx

Merry Christmas, You Ass by @xhookswenchx for @stahlop

Quite a Common Christmas Tale by @emmaducklingsaviour for @imagnifika

traditions by @thisonesatellite for @ohmakemeahercules

story by @xellewoods for @itsfabianadocarmo

Quite a Snowy-weather by @cocohook38 for @captainodonoghue

The Snow Falls Quickly by @klynn-stormz for @cocohook38

Snowstorm Confessions by @jrob64 for @girl-in-a-tiny-box

Getting to Know You at Christmas @emmakillianfan for @whimsicallyenchantedrose

the gift of gab, the gift of you by @nevertothethird for @thisonesatellite

three sheets to the wind by @delightfully-difficult-pirate for @pirateherokillian Dream On by @laurellibra for @wellhellotragic

The Price of a Bean and the Cost of Love by @curiousconstellations for @phiralovesloki Surprise by @everything-person for @darkcolinodonorgasm

the story can resume by @mariakov81 for @demisexualemmaswan One little ray of hope by @snowbellewells for @let-it-raines

For the holiday spirit pt1, pt2 by @ouatpost for @laurellibra

Put One Foot In Front Of The Other by @resident-of-storybrooke for @theblacksiren

the space in between by @darkcolinodonorgasm for @courtorderedcake I Guess There Ain't No Santa Claus by @ohmakemeahercules for @jrob64 Christmas Miss-mas by @lifeinahole27 for @ouatpost

ART

Secret Santa by @carpedzem for @emmaducklingsaviour

gift 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 by @eastwesthomeisbest for @lifeinahole27

Merry Christmas by @imagnifika for @killiarious

An Intimate Christmas by @itsfabianadocarmo for @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713

Merry Xmas by @cocohook38 for @captainodonoghue don't wake me please, from this winter dream by @theblacksiren for @emmakillianfan

MERRY CHRISTMAS! by @killiarious for @eastwesthomeisbest

Little Red Riding Oh by @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 for @everything-person We wish you a merry Christmas by @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 for @everything-person

And isn’t it just so pretty to think by @captainodonoghue for @curiousconstellations

Please be so kind and tell me if you find any mistakes (dysfunctional or wrong links, missing gifts, etc) or if your gift does not show up. I checked it three times but it’s always possible I missed something.

#cssecretsanta2020 #csss #masterlist #masterlist2020 #secret santa #story #art #thank you #gifts #theend

128 notes · View notes

kmomof4 · 2 years ago

Text

A Very Disney Proposal A Birthday Fic for winterbaby89

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAURA!!!!!

Today is the birthday of one of my besties, @winterbaby89!!! To celebrate, I've written her this little fic full of fluffy sweetness that will hopefully put a smile on her face!! I love you so much, my friend, and I hope you love this as much as I love you!!! 😘🥳❤️

All the love and thanks to @jrob64 for her beta expertise, @hollyethecurious for her support and advice, and to @motherkatereloyshipper for her manips of the couples I used in the artwork!

Summary: Killian Jones and David Nolan propose to their girlfriends while they are at work as Disney princesses in Walt Disney World.

Rating: G

Words: Almost 2600

Tags: Birthday Fic, Fluff, Walt Disney World, Disney Princesses, Marriage Proposal

On ao3

New tag list! Please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

“Granny? Are you here?” Killian Jones called as he and his best friend David entered the costuming and makeup area behind the scenes of Walt Disney World Magic Kingdom.

“In here, Killian,” she called back.

Killian looked behind him and opened the door wider for David to come through. They both looked around, dumbfounded, at all the costumes lining the walls. They were separated by character and there were multiple reproductions of each costume, he assumed in different sizes, as well as the different costumes for each character in their respective movies.

Killian’s gaze zeroed in on the Cinderella section and saw not only the princess gown everyone was familiar with for the character, but also Cinderella’s night dress, her servants attire, the torn up ball gown, as well as her wedding dress. A smile blossomed on his face as he thought of his Swan dressed up in the variety of costumes he saw. He’d never forget when Emma had come to him so excited to finally be cast as a Disney Princess. She loved working at Disney World, but it was her dream to be a Disney Princess and greet all the guests, especially the little girls who visited wearing their own Princess gowns.

He turned back to David who had a similar look on his face as he looked at the Snow White section.

“Come on, mate,” Killian said, drawing David out of his reverie. “They’re waiting for us.”

David came back to himself with a shake of his head and a sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry. I was just imagining Mary Margaret in some of those costumes.”

Killian grinned and placed his hand on David’s shoulder. “I was envisioning Emma, as well,” he assured his friend. They turned and made their way into the next room to see Granny still laying out the costumes for their ladies' respective Prince Charmings. Cinderella’s prince for Killian and Snow White’s for David.

“Come on, Ruby,” Granny called. “They’re here.”

Ruby, Granny’s assistant and granddaughter, came in from the makeup room followed closely by Prince Adam, from Beauty and the Beast. Ruby smirked as ‘Adam’ passed her with a slight upturn of his lips and nod of greeting to the two men. Killian heard a muffled slap of a hand on fabric and Ruby’s innocent then wolfish smirk at the man’s surprised expression when he turned back to look at her, told Killian she must have slapped him on the butt. The prince moved into her space and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“I’ll see you later, Ruby,” he said.

“Bye, Graham,” she purred before turning her attention to Killian and David. “Y’all ready?” she asked. At Killian’s nod, she wrapped her arm around his and ushered him into her makeup chair. It only took a few minutes for her to have his hair combed into place and just a touch of makeup so he wouldn’t be washed out under the lights. “This is such a fantastic idea, Killian,” Ruby commented as she ushered him back out into the costuming area where David was snapping his cape into place before donning the plumed hat of Snow White’s prince. “I’m sorry it took so long to be approved and about all the hoops you had to jump through to get it to happen.” She ran her hand along his clean shaven face and scowled. “Emma’s hardly gonna recognize you without your scruff. And she’s gonna blame me for it.”

Killian laughed good naturedly. “It’s worth it, Ruby. Prince Charming getting to propose to Cinderella? In front of all the guests? This is a once in a lifetime thing. And no, she is not going to blame you for the lack of facial hair,” he assured his friend. “If I’m going to play the part, even for an hour, I have to look it. It’ll grow back in a couple of days. And besides, she’ll love the ring too much to notice. I hope.” He pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. Nestled inside was a gorgeous ring with a dark blue topaz center stone in a diamond frame. The diamond lined split shank on either side of the stone framed smaller blue topazes. Ruby caught her breath.

“She’ll love it,” she declared, nodding. “Let me see yours, Charming.”

David pulled his own small box out of his pocket and opened it up revealing a beautiful ring with a round peridot stone settled on a white gold band.

“This belonged to my mother,” he said, looking down at it with a soft smile. “She always said True Love followed this ring.” He looked back up at them. “And she was right. Mary Margaret is my True Love.”

Ruby smiled as she led David into the other room. Killian picked up the costume laid out for him and grimaced. The high neck of the costume he was to wear was the only drawback to this whole elaborate scheme. But as he said to Ruby, it was worth it. Granny smirked at him as he scowled at the offensive article.

“Come on, Killian. You can endure it for one hour.” She handed him the costume and patted him on the back as he turned toward the dressing room.

Twenty minutes later, Granny and Ruby were escorting him and David from the costuming area behind the scenes to the Princess Fairytale Hall in Fantasyland, where Emma and Mary Margaret were about an hour away from the end of their time greeting guests as Cinderella and Snow White. The ladies were on either side of the hall, so once the group got to the branch where they’d have to split to surprise their respective girlfriends, Granny took Killian left and Ruby took David right.

Granny cracked open the door to the hall and character greeting area to watch for the current guests to leave. The plan was to surprise ‘Cinderella’ before the next guests arrived.

~*~*~

Emma Swan waved goodbye to the family from Missouri and turned towards the other side of the hall. She saw Mary Margaret bidding farewell to her guests, who were now heading her way. Suddenly the door to backstage opened and Cinderella’s Prince Charming stepped through. It took her a moment, but her eyes widened when she recognized her boyfriend, Killian. Her jaw dropped, but she quickly snapped it shut and schooled her features as he approached her, his gloved hand held out to her.

“Hello, Cinderella,” he said, sinking to one knee before her. Her mouth fell open again and she quickly covered it with her hand. She noticed the couple stopping on the edge of the rug marking her space and the young woman recording on her phone. Emma’s eyes darted over to where Mary Margaret stood in a similar posture as herself, as her own Prince knelt before her.

Emma’s eyes caught Killian’s, where she saw a mixture of love, hope, roguish mischief, and trepidation swirling in their blue depths. Tears filled her own eyes when he pulled a small box out of his trousers pocket and opened it.

“Cinderella,” he began, his eyes twinkling, “The instant I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me. I will never forget the first moment I saw you. You were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, looking around, trying to find the entrance to the grand hall where the royal ball was being held. I was truly captivated and everything faded away around me except you. I approached you and asked if you would dance with me, which you graciously accepted, having no idea who I truly was.”

Emma gasped out a sob as she thought back to when she had met Killian- crashing into him in the dining hall on campus at UCF, not recognizing the captain of the soccer team.

Killian continued. “You stole my heart that night and when I lost you, I was determined to find you again. I knew I could not live without you. Then when I did find you, my joy knew no bounds. In the last year we have been together, everything I sensed about you that first time we met has been confirmed many times over. You are strong- stronger than anyone I have ever known. You are loving and you have loved this man for who he is, not for his image. You are kind, so kind to the people of our kingdom.” He looked around at the people gathered, waiting for their chance to meet Snow White and Cinderella, before looking back at her again. “You are generous, giving of yourself so freely to me, your loved ones, and our kingdom. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met and I love you with everything that is in me. Would you do me the greatest honor and become my wife, my Princess, my Queen?”

Emma couldn’t speak as she searched his eyes. Yes, she loved Killian Jones and she’d certainly agree to marry him- they’d already talked about marrying after they both graduated in the spring- but this was Prince Charming proposing to Cinderella. And of course Cinderella would agree to marry Prince Charming.

She caught her breath and held her gloved hand out to him as she nodded with a jerking motion that she hoped didn’t betray the turmoil of her thoughts.

“Yes, my prince,” she breathed, her eyes again filling with tears. She could only guess that Killian, or maybe David, had concocted this ridiculous scheme to propose to their ladies at work as Disney princesses, and thus had to dress up as their respective princes in order to do it. “I will happily marry you!”

Killian drew her glove down her arm and removed it before taking the ring out of the box and placing it on her finger. It was breathtaking and Emma released a gasping sob as she gazed at it. Killian rose to his feet and gathered her in his arms for a brief and tender kiss. He placed his forehead on hers and spoke in a whisper.

“Are you alright there, Swan?”

“Shhh, you know we can’t break character,” she admonished him.

“They’re far enough away, they can’t hear us,” he assured her.

“Whose idea was this? Do you mean this? For us? Really?”

Killian grinned at her. “It was mine, and yes, I do, Swan. I love you and I know you love me. I thought this would make a great tale for our grandchildren.”

Emma barked out a laughing sob. “Yes, I’d certainly agree with that.” She pulled back and turned to the guests who were still waiting. Over on the other side of the hall, Mary Margaret and David were already greeting their next guests.

The young woman who had been recording them squealed loudly as she approached. “I got to watch Prince Charming propose to Cinderella! May I see the ring?”

Emma felt her cheeks flush as she held out her hand to show her. The woman let out a louder squeal and asked if she could take a picture of Cinderella and her Prince showing off the ring.

“Of course, milady,” Emma said, with a proper curtsy. She rose and Killian wrapped his arm around her waist and held her hand to show off the beautiful ring to its best advantage.

“Oh, it’s so beautiful,” she breathed. “Congratulations, Your Highness.” Emma spotted a ring on her finger and reached out for her.

“I see you have one yourself, milady.”

The woman blushed and looked adoringly at the man at her side. “Yes. We’re getting married in July.”

“Congratulations are certainly in order then,” Killian said before getting the attention of the Disney photographer. “Can you take a picture with the four of us together?”

“Of course, Your Highness. Get in close, everyone, that’s it. One, two, three.” He captured the image, then changed the angle of the camera and took a few more.

“Thank you so much, Your Highness,” the young woman murmured as she hugged Emma tightly. “I’m so excited I got to witness this! It’s made this whole trip!”

“I am so glad,” Emma assured her. After both she and Killian signed their autograph book, the couple walked away, briefly stopping by Granny before they left the room. Emma wondered why Granny was talking to them but then remembered the young woman had recorded the proposal. She had no doubt Granny was asking for the video to be forwarded to her so Emma and Killian would be able to see it. She could only hope someone had done the same for Mary Margaret and David.

Before she knew it, the last hour of her shift had flown by. Killian had handled the guests like a champ, staying in character and answering questions. He even got down on one knee again when a little four year old girl dressed up as Cinderella, who’d been further down the line during his proposal, asked if she could have a picture with just him since she was Cinderella, too. Emma’s heart fluttered and tears filled her eyes as he knelt next to the girl and held her close, bright smiles on both of their faces as the photographer took several shots. He’ll make such a great dad someday, Emma thought as she joined the pair for a few pictures of the three of them together. She didn’t bother putting her glove back on, as word of the dual proposal had made its way down the line of guests and everyone wanted to see her ring. Once the shift was over, Emma and Killian waved goodbye to the guests and promised Cinderella would be back in about ten minutes. Of course, it wouldn’t be Emma that returned, but one of the other Disney employees.

As soon as they were backstage, Emma and Mary Margaret ran to one another to compare rings and stories. Killian and David’s grins nearly split their faces in two as their eyes met over their ladies oohing and ahhing over their beautiful rings. Ruby and Granny offered their congratulations as well.

“How did you do this?” Mary Margaret asked David. Killian blushed and scratched behind his ear as David related the tale.

“It was Killian’s idea,” he told his fiancèe. “After Emma was assigned as Cinderella last summer, he got the idea of proposing to her while she was on duty.” David shrugged sheepishly and cut his eyes toward his best friend. “Then I asked if I could join him. He wrote the General Manager of the park, outlining his proposal. He knew the chances were next to nothing, but figured he had nothing to lose by asking. So imagine our surprise when he received a letter back two months later with a whole list of requirements we’d need to meet in order to be given approval. It was a no-brainer.”

Emma ran her palm along Killian’s clean shaven face with a slight pout. “And I guess shaving was one of the requirements?”

“It was, Swan. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “But now that this is done, it’ll grow back in just a few days.”

“Good.” She drew him down to her lips and kissed him with all the love in her heart. “I love you, Killian Jones, and I can’t wait to be yours forever.”

Killian grinned and held her close, looking around at the loved ones surrounding them. “Me neither, Love. Me neither.”

The End

~*~*~

Thank you for reading and sharing! Happy birthday, Laura! I love you and hope you have a wonderful day!

#a very disney proposal #birthday fic for laura #krystal writes #art by krystal #manips by kit

60 notes · View notes