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FF HELP!!
Hello glorious Captain Swan fandom! I’m looking for a fic that was basically a whole OUAT canon divergence. Regina sent Hook to find Emma and kill her. Except that he doesn’t. Hook brings Emma to Storybrooke instead. Anyone remember this fic? I know that Hook was also the key to Emma’s magic too. It’s a multi-chapter.
Thanks!!
Since OUAT ended… Can I have Galavant back pls.
Update: Sauron is not afraid of hobbits. He was unaware that hobbits existed up until very recently. he literally did not have time to be afraid of them, they went from a 0 to 100 threat level in twenty seconds. There he was, minding his own business worrying about the usual Elves and Men when suddenly these kids are on his lawn and now he’s dead, like just;
What did— who–
did I just get one-shotted by an infant how is this occurring
Honestly I have to love this whole thought process that the Fellowship must have cultivated in Sauron, like…
“These children have found the Ring! But they’re taking it to the elves, of course. I will simply have to catch them on the way.”
“Well, the elves are still not to be trifled with, it seems. It looks as though they have a group of intrepid heroes, how cute! Wait, who’s leading them? Aw, hell.”
“OKAY! Olorin’s out of the way, and now I can finally kill them all and reclaim the- OH DAMMIT, IT’S IN LOTHLORIEN.”
“Well, okay. They’ve taken it onward. Curunir says one of the halflings is still carrying the ring, so he’s going to capture them and we’ll see how this develops. Thankfully Olorin’s still out of the picture and their little group just shattered into pieces, so that’s one less thing to worry about.”
“Aaaaaand Curunir shat the bed. Excellent. Trees, who would have thought? Okay, so we’re back to plan A: conquer Gondor, because if the Ring’s going to be anywhere, it’ll be there.”
“Wait, who’s on the– Isildur’s WHAT? Ohhhh. Ohohoho. Oh now everything makes sense. Isildur’s Heir is back, and he’s here being all prideful again. That’s fine. Really. I’ll just crush him and his kingdom, and then nobody can stop me!”
“WHAT? FUCKING WHAT? THEY SENT HIM BACK? Ugh, alright, alright, I’m cool, I’m fine. He’s still got that stupid wizard costume on, and I’m still stronger than he ever was. It’s not like he can come toe to toe with me, even if he does have an army behind him. This’ll be fine.”
“They’re… actually marching on the Black Gate? Sweet lord, I didn’t think they’d actually do it! This is perfect, everyone’s right here! Olorin, the human princeling, most of the remaining fighting forces of Men, all I have to do is kill them now and– Wait. Someone just put on the Ring. Someone just– That’s a halfling. They’re inside the mouNTAIN OH GOD NAZGUL GO GO G–”
…aaaaaand curtain.
you can laugh but that is literally what happened
This is the single best brief summary I have ever seen of the entire point of the Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Reblog if you’re over 20 and still read/write fan fiction.
I’m curious!
Pepper
Deleted Scenes Week Two (Neverland)
In honor of Once coming to its conclusion, I will be posting my deleted scene fics here on tumblr leading up to the finale. There are 12 total, but I don’t really have a posting schedule. They will be posted in chronological order. This one wasn’t in my deleted scenes series, but it IS a deleted scene, and we all need more Neverland in our lives, am I right?
Summary: Emma battles R.O.U.Ss alongside Hook in Neverland, and he is injured. While tending to his wound, Emma explains the story of The Princess Bride to him, and Hook asks Emma to say his real name. Title and lyrics from the song of the same name by Butthole Surfers.
Episode: Ummmm … Think Lovely Thoughts?
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I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the images it shows
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people’s eyes.
Emma walked gingerly over gnarled roots, bending down to pick up pieces of wood that weren’t too wet to start a fire. She ran her arm across her forehead. Everything seemed too wet in this jungle. Like the tendrils of hair at the nape of Hook’s neck. Emma groaned inwardly. Would she ever get the details of that kiss out of her mind? Then the infernal man had to go and make that bold declaration. Well, two declarations actually. First in the echo cave and then that grand speech about winning her heart. His absolute sincerity had made her sway towards him. If Neal hadn’t interrupted them … She shook her head and tried to clear it. Now was not the time to dwell on Hook. Or Neal. But mainly Hook.
Emma grabbed a piece of wood and added it to the stack in her arms. She had volunteered to go collect, not waiting around for anyone to argue. Neal had gone with Tinkerbell to gather weapons that were stockpiled in the caves. Neal said he knew Tink’s area of the jungle better than anyone, so it made the most sense for him to go. Emma had felt relieved that it would be Neal and not Hook. Her mother, of course, had completely misread the situation.
“Are you alright, sweetie?” Mary Margaret had asked, putting a hand to her arm. “They’re just old friends, you know that, right?”
That was when Emma had stomped off to get firewood. Her mother probably thought it confirmed her jealousy. If only she knew. Her mother was completely misreading everything. She thought Emma felt guilty about kissing Hook. If only it were that simple! She didn’t feel guilty; she felt confused. And as much as she didn’t want to dwell on that amazing kiss, she kept replaying it in her mind. She had a feeling ensuring that it was just a “one time thing” was going to take every ounce of her willpower. She glanced down at the buttercup tattoo on her wrist. As you wish. Not that he knew what that meant, but she couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her face when he said it.
“Swan, be very still.”
Emma let out a small yelp at the sound of Hook’s voice behind her. She turned, planning on yelling at him for sneaking up on her like that, but he stood extremely still, looking cautiously around them. So instead of yelling, she whispered back accusingly, “Are you following me?”
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Welp. I’m trapped in a winter wonderland, so how about we see a bit of CS snowed in?
Ugh, there is SO MUCH SNOW here too. But I still love snowed in. Hello, my tropey friend.
I combined this with an anon request: “Prompt: My favorite trope! ‘Enemies’ who secretly love each other forced to come to terms with their feelings. Smooching fluff ensues. Bonus if their friends had a bet on when they’d finally get together”
It also got pretty long, so mostly under a cut. Sorrynotsorry.
-x-
“No.”
“Listen, darling, I’m not tickled by the idea either, but you’ve promised, and I’ve promised, so let’s just make the best of it, aye?”
“Just… you deal with upstairs. I’ll deal with down here. Then we get the hell out of here.” Emma gestures toward the staircase, her hands forming sharp shooing motions. “Let’s get this over with.”
“No need to get your knickers in a twist.” Killian frowns at her, scrubbing the back of his neck with his palm, brows knit in irritation. A muscle in his jaw twitches, and he looks like he wants to say something else, but instead he sighs, resigned. “Just shout if you need anything.”
Emma nods, turning her back on the world’s most irritating man and making her way into the kitchen, debating if she should plot her best friend’s murder first or Killian’s.
It’s a hard choice. She despises Killian, he of the stupid leather coats that slide over his shoulder like melting butter, and the stupidly messy hair that perpetually screams he’s been freshly fucked, and the jeans that cling to his ass… and the irritating arrogance and certainty he’s always right.
Yeah, he dies first.
But then there’s also Emma’s supposed best friend who got her into this mess.
Come to the lake house for a long weekend. It’ll be fun. Relaxing. We might even get some snow. David’s invited a friend so you can’t even say you’ll just be a third wheel.
Mary Margaret left out that the friend was none other than Killian Jones, perpetual pain in the ass. Not only that, but before even twenty four hours had gone by, all of a sudden David had some emergency back in Storybrooke that required them to leave immediately.
Immediately, as in he had his coat on before the burner on the stove was even off with one foot halfway out the door. Her friends are bad liars to start, but then Mary Margaret had smiled as she pulled on her own coat. “I’m so sorry, Emma, but I’m sure Killian won’t mind giving you a ride home. You guys are welcome to stay up here tonight.”
“I’ll come with you,” Emma replied instantly.
“I’ll give the lass a ride home after we clean up,” Killian said at the same time, and damn him, but in that moment, his usual obnoxious good humor made Emma feel like a terrible human being for wanting to leave him alone with the responsibility of cleaning up their afternoon’s mess and waiting alone for the fire David had insisted on building up to die out.
Her friends didn’t wait for her to agree before they left, and now here she is, stuck with Jones, alone, in the middle of nowhere, Maine. It’s not fair. The lake house is beautiful, the iced over water shimmering in the muted winter light, the cheerful scent of woodsmoke on the air. It should be relaxing.
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I'm trying to find this fanfic. It's where Emma wants to have sex with Captain Hook instead of Killian. It's not the Pirate and the Nurse. She sees through a magic mirror how Hook would fuck people, and she wants one night so then she asks Killian for that. It's like 5-6 chapters. Any chance you know what I'm talking about Smut Queen?
I am sad to say that I don’t! Do any of my amazing followers know it?
Try Something New: Captain Hook by @onceuponataarna
The Promise
A Captain Swan AU
Killian and Emma, two people longing for love. Come along on their journey of True Love, filled with romance, passion, and challenges as they fight for their Happy Beginning in The Promise.
Special thanks to @duathadun @hellomommanerd @linda8084 @juliakaze and @hookedmom
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Can be found on FF (Rating changed to M) Can be found on AO3 (Rating will remain T to T+)
Chapter 24
Words ~ 15K Rating ~ T+
SeaTac Airport Seattle, WA Friday noonish
As soon as he was cleared to deplane, Killian grabbed his bag, and made his way through the terminal, hoping the car rental agencies in Seattle were much more efficient than in other cities. As he exited the secure area, his attention was caught by a lone man holding a sign, KILLIAN JONES written on it in block lettering. Before he even introduced himself, he knew who had sent him.
“I’m Killian Jones.” He nodded at the sign, “Let me guess, my brother sent you.”
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I heard someone say Neverland Renaissance and came screaming from the hilltop. Neverland canon divergence in which Emma realizes a connection between her magic and Hook.
a significant hiss and hum
She can feel it here better than she ever could in Storybrooke. Maybe it’s because she’s gotten a little bit better at accepting it or maybe she’s gotten a little bit better at actually using it, but the magic here – it feels strong.
It flows in crests and waves, pulling at her with languid rolls of heat that start low in her belly and slip up over her shoulders – tingling at the base of her neck with tiny pinpricks of heat. Sometimes she holds her hands out in front of her and imagines she can see the sparks – flashes of gold that dance along her palms.
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Fic: A Jedi’s Quest (5/?) (M)
Author’s note: The update is proof positive that reviews feed the muse. I got a lot of wonderful messages about this story, I just had to write this chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Post The Last Jedi. Rey and Poe are on a mission to an ancient Jedi Temple; will Rey find what she seeks?
Also posted: FF.net / AO3
Chapter 5
Poe struggled against his restraints, futilely seeking a way out. There were stormtroopers on every side, but if he could get free, he had a chance. All he needed was a chance.
Sweat poured down his neck; his shirt was soaked with it. Foreboding settled in his belly; he couldn’t explain it. He needed to get out of there. Too many people were counting on him. She was counting on him. He couldn’t fail her.
Poe grunted, his skin red and raw from struggling. “Come on,” he muttered under his breath. “Come on.”
He heard an outer door hiss open, his eyes flashed to the door in a panic. No. No! No! He was coming. Poe needed to get out of there now. His heart pounded hard against his ribs; he bit hard on his lip, drawing blood. He spat, a dangerous growl on his lips, yanking with all his strength. The troopers were laughing at him; true panic settled in his heart.
The door opened; a tall figure robed entirely in black stepped through it. The hood did not hide the ominous mask, the heavy breathing. Poe glared at his jailor with pure hate, still struggling against his restraints. The cloaked figure said nothing; he held his hand out, forcing Poe back against the table, so hard his head struck the metal, leaving him dazed. Sick to his stomach, Poe’s vision swam. “I’m not telling you anything.”
“I don’t need you to tell me,” the robed figure said. The voice was almost robotic, muffled by the mask. “You’re going to show me.”
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The more people complain about damerey, the more posts about damerey will appear on my blog. That’s just how it works.
I’m so mad because this worked
help me roger
Reblogging myself because
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Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?
O_O
………my friend has made me curious
help me roger
Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director
These never work for me, but here’s to trying.
I don’t believe in these things
But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job
But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.
Roger is cute.
Eh Roger is cute I might as well
That fish is so happy it makes me happy.
I have no luck right now. Halp.
Why does this have so many notes
because its not one of your posts.
Roger is precious to me.
Well hello there(? I read you wrote some damerey, but where is it?? I wanna read it!! Lol, you know I hadn't really thought about shipping them, but those smiles at the end? Man, they were shining like the sun or some shit like that
Nevermind, I hadn’t scrolled far enough lol I’ll be back either here or in the comment section in AO3
Hello! I hope you found it! Here’s the link, just in case.
I’m working on another Damerey fic from the the prompts I got, the muse seems to want to tie several of them together into a story. We’ll see what happens! I hope you enjoy it!
you might want to read the inscription on that there belt.
you might want to read the inscription on that there belt.
Honestly, I feel even happier now than I did when Killian proposed to Emma. Don’t get me wrong, that was <I>amazing</I>, but with Brooklyn 99 the circumstances of the proposal weren’t riddled with unnecessary drama and OOC actions. Also, the latest season of B99 is in every way as good as, if not better than the other seasons. I wish I could say the same for OUAT. Not to mention the fact that B99 is just overall a better show and Jake and Amy are the most supportive couple ever,,,
I felt the same way! Plus this proposal I didn’t see coming (at least not during this episode). This was seriously everything!!!
