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happy captain swan halloween! from Hook, Hook and Tick Tock 🏴☠️🦢🐊🎃
One of my FAVS!!!! Even have it on my wall!!
😍❤️🥰
North
To true love
OUAT Fanart ☆ All My Art
By Astor Alexander
Coming Soon: His a Captain Swan Historical AU
This is my entry for the @cshistfic event but due to a horrible bout of writer’s block, I wasn’t able to complete it by my post date. So here is a teaser of my upcoming story which I’m hoping will be up soon!
Summary:
Mature widower with good home wishes to make acquaintance of a hardworking girl or widow. No children. Object matrimony.
When Emma Swan flees scandal in New York to marry a man she’s never met in Storybrooke, Montana, she doesn’t have any illusions of finding love. But when she’s picked up at the station by Killian Jones, it finds her regardless. Despite sharing his home, his bed, and his heart, she can never truly be his.
Rated M
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The whistle of the train as it pulls towards the station is what draws Emma from her sleep, her heart leaping in her throat as she jumps. The man across from her stares in concern and asks if she’s alright. Blushing furiously she nods and tries to clear the remnants of sleep from her mind, the images clinging in a thick fog around her.
She’d been dreaming of home. Of New York with its bustling, non-stop cacophony of people and sights and sounds, of her friends she’d left behind with little to no word. She can still picture Mary Margaret’s face. ‘You’re getting married? But why? And why not to someone here?’
She’d been dreaming of him. She hates that she still dreams of him, that in her dreams he’s still kind and charming and full of sweet promises and pretty words. That in her dreams she still loves him sometimes.
But she’s far from home now. Through the window of her traincar there’s nothing but endless fields and mountains stretched out before her. She doesn’t know anyone here, and while that was the point of her trip, of the drastic change, a chance to run away, Emma can’t help but be overwhelmed with the reality that she’s in a strange town, friendless and alone, and it’s too late to turn back now.
And as for love - well, she’s promised herself to whomever it is that picks her up at the station. She’ll make her vows and keep his house and be a good wife to him. But love, she doesn’t have any disillusions of that. She lost the naivete of her youth when Neal changed his mind.
Emma reaches into her carpet bag, pulling out the newspaper clipping and the single letter she received from her husband to be. Both have been folded and unfolded so many times that the pages are frail and falling apart at the creases. She reads them again, over and over as the train slows.
Mature widower with good home wishes to make acquaintance of a hardworking girl or widow. No children. Object matrimony.
She runs her fingers over the small newspaper print and then over the neat lines of his handwriting. Mr. Jones seems a good man. He wrote to her of his farm out in the valleys and his shop in town, and of his children who he specified were not in need of raising. He wrote how difficult it’s been to run the household since the passing of his wife and that he needs someone who can cook and clean and isn’t afraid to roll up their sleeves and work.
His first and only letter had been accompanied by a proposal of marriage and a train ticket out to Storybrooke, Montana. Emma had jumped on the first train she could with hopes that her letter with the date and time of her arrival reached him before she did.
This is the thought that makes her worry the fingers of her gloves as she makes her way off the train, carpet bag still clutched tightly to her chest. A man calls her attention, snapping her out of her anxious thoughts, an attendant retrieving her chest and handing it to her. She thanks him, searching frantically for a few cents to give him and hurries out onto the platform with everything she owns tucked under her arm.
Casting her gaze around the busy station, she realises she doesn’t know what she’s looking for - or whom she’s looking for. There had been no photograph or portrait enclosed in the advertisement or in the letter. Every man who passes by could be Mr. Jones and she wouldn’t know him from Adam. She tries not to look too expectantly at everyone who catches her gaze, especially when some of those gazes turn interested or suggestive and she hopes they’re not the one she’s waiting for.
But as the platform begins to empty of passengers and carriages ride off without her, her fears change. What if he hasn’t come at all? Or worse yet, what if he saw her and changed his mind? She hadn’t included an image in her response either, and she knows that at twenty-eight, she’s older than most mail-order brides who make the journey out west.
She’s just about given up hope, only herself and a station attendant left, the train having already moved on to its next destination, when she hears a hesitant, accented voice ask, “Miss Swan?”
Turning, she takes in the man standing before her and her breath catches, wondering if this could be her fiance. When she’d read the advertisement, she’d pictured someone older, someone more worn down by a hard life out in the fields and the loss of his wife. But this man is tall and lean, the muscles of his arms and shoulders not hidden beneath his clean shirt and vest. And he’s young, likely not much older than herself, and she can’t help the small flutter of excitement that rolls in her stomach.
“Mr. Jones?” A flush colours her cheeks despite herself as she takes in his dark hair and bright blue eyes, struck by how handsome he is. She hadn’t expected him to be handsome. She wants to shake herself. What he looks like shouldn’t matter.
He smiles, nodding, and it does something unfairly beautiful to his already attractive face. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he tells her. “The widow Lucas’ cart lost a wheel on the road. I wouldn’t have been so delayed but it took me ages to convince her to accept my help.” She frowns at him and he gives a small laugh. “You’d understand if you met her,” he promises. Emma returns his grin despite herself.
“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long,” he adds, gesturing vaguely with his left arm and that’s when Emma notices the metal where his hand should be. She hadn’t seen it at first, the iron hook on the end of the wood and metal brace his sleeve has been altered to fit around. A wave of sadness washes over her wondering what could have happened to him. He doesn’t look old enough to have been in the war. “Is everything alright?” he asks and when Emma looks back to his face he’s frowning at her in concern.
She shakes her head, realizing she’s been staring. “Yes, sorry. You’re just… not who I expected,” she admits.
The man reaches to scratch behind his ear nervously. “Ah, yes, well -” he begins awkwardly and she speaks quickly, worried she’s offended him, that he thinks she cares about his missing hand.
“I only meant… you’re younger than you sounded in your letter.”
He frowns at her again and then his eyes go wide with something - realization or understanding, but most notably, embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry Miss, you have the wrong idea. I’m -” he hesitates, scratching his ear again as it turns pink. “I’m not your fiance.”
“You’re not Mr. Jones?” Emma asks, trying to ignore the rush of disappointment that follows his words.
“Aye, I am. Killian Jones.” He clears his throat. “The man you’ve come to marry, Brennan Jones, is my father.”
Captain Swan Comic Kisses: 12/?
This is the best version of the lion king I’ve ever seen in my life, ever
By FDASuarez
I’m clearing out my drafts and found this gem. When hook says to Emma in the season 3 finale come back with me for a nightcap or should i find someone else, Emma totally could have and should have said yup go find someone else and kept an eye on him from afar because that would’ve been stalling long enough for Killian to make the deal with snow, yet she didn’t and don’t tell me its not because she couldn’t stand the idea of him leaving with somebody else
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--So I am clearing out drafts and found the beginning of this fic, I’m not going to finish it, but thought I’d share anyway. Anyone is totally free to change/add on/finish this.
August burst into the room whistling happily, startling Emma who lost count again. She was trying to see how long their savings would last them, but August seemed almost alarmingly disconcerted with it. He was usually the one pulling odd jobs at all hours of the night to make sure they'd make rent for the next week, yet here he seemed cheerily oblivious.
"Do you mind?" she asked, starting to count out the money again.
"Nope," he said, plopping down on the bed beside her and shoving her shoulder playfully.
"We need to find work if we're going to stay here for longer than like a week," Emma said.
He flopped back on the bed with a dopey smile. "Don't be such a worrier," he said.
Emma felt her stomach twinge painfully. "Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"
August sat back up quickly and looked at her intensely. "Guess who I saw today?" he said, completely ignoring her question.
"August," Emma implored, getting up from her bed and pacing the room. "I'm being serious, we don't have enough money to stay here very long at all unless we want to spend all of our money and then we won't have even a security deposit for our next place."
"So we'll get jobs, it's not as though we haven't been in a tighter spot before. I hear there's an opening at the sheriff's station." A slow smile spread across his face as he spoke and damn him for knowing exactly what to say to make her relax.
"Anyway guess who I saw today?"
"Fine I'll bite," Emma said grumpily as she threw her jacket on over her tank top. She had to go to the sheriff's station as soon as possible. "Who'd you see?"
"Your mother."
Emma wanted to punch him, like she really really wanted to punch him. "Enough August!," she said storming out the door, "I'm indulging you by being in this town, but you need to stop with the whole parent thing, okay?"
Emma didn't wait to hear his response before storming out. She knew he shouldn't blame him for his delusions, but it just pissed her off when he said shit about her parents not their parents - he was the only person she had in the world and she couldn't figure out why he'd want to disown her.
She was still fuming when she made it to the sheriff's station. Emma had to take a couple deep, calming breaths outside the station before she went in. The interim sheriff looked harried, hands holding either side of his face as he tackled a mountain of paperwork.
Emma had to cough pointedly twice before the man looked up. "I'm here to apply for the job with the sheriff's department," she said walking forward and thrusting out her hand in introduction. "Emma Swan."
"Syndey Glass," he shook her hand firmly. "Do you have any sort of experience?" he asked, peering up at her.
"I was a bailbonds person in - "
"Oh thank God I thought I'd be in this job forever when the last sheriff died. He stood up from the desk and plucked the star badge from his waist. Here you go, the place is all yours."
"Wait, what?" Emma asked, but the man was already grabbing his coat and heading through the doors.
She didn't believe August, but something about this town certainly was strange.
Found this plot bunny and figured I’d share. Feel free to write it! Okay but what if Killian is a romance writer and he loses his hand so he has to hire Emma to type for him
Omg The Rules! I loved it! I can see Killian asking this... “What is with you and the whole sunset thing?” And Ruby was right Emma didn't deserve the bear claws! Thank you for sharing such a clever story:)
(sorry for the probably super delayed response, pretty sure tumblr never notified me of this)Awww thank you!! I am so me happy you enjoyed it!!
Spoiler alert: they all live happily ever after. :) I figure it’s the least I could do.
For the final time, thanks to @queen-icicle-fandom, shipsxahoy, sotheylived, and @captainswanbigbang for everything you all have done during this process. You guys are amazing. I’ve added a few special thank you’d to the end of the chapter, if you care to read them. And to you, who’s either been here since the beginning or jumped in along the way: thanks for sticking with it.
Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations
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Epilogue
It’s takes a while to convince Killian to get back on a ship, even when it’s docked.
But when he does on an oddly warm day in February, Emma makes sure to reward him.
The sun is setting - another banner day in Killian’s long journey of recovery - on this Friday evening. Henry’s off at a sleepover with Phillip, so it’s just the two of them, enjoying each other’s company on the ship that brought them together. Thanks to profits from the show and donations from fans and community members, the Jolly Roger II is just as sturdy as its predecessor. The little marks and stories the old ship held aren’t there, of course, but the thought behind it is wondrous. Killian still hasn’t had the courage to take it out for a spin, but Mulan and Robin assured her it ran just as well as the first one. And when Emma remembers that Liam wanted to rebuild the Jewel before his death, she finds some sort of closure in the circle life has drawn around the Jones brothers.
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Awww thank you so much! I’m so happy we were paired together! It’s been so much fun working together start to finish. Thanks so much for sharing this wonderful story with all of us :)
Here we are: the last official chapter of this story. There will be an epilogue posted next week, and there are a few one shots I need to finish writing in this universe, but for most intents and purposes, this is the end. I’ll post a whole sappy thing with the epilogue next time, but I wanted to get this out there so you could prepare yourselves or your souls or something.
As I’ve said since the beginning, many many thanks to @sotheylived, @shipsxahoy, @queen-icicle-fandom, and @captainswanbigbang for all of the various and insundry things they’ve done during this whole process. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations
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Chapter Twenty-Two
For a second year in a row, Christmas is celebrated with Killian. It’s bittersweet, of course, this being the first Christmas in his life without his big brother, but Emma likes to think she and Henry are doing their best to fill Liam’s shoes. Henry is thrilled that Killian decides to spend Christmas Eve with them at their house, jumping on Killian instead of Emma in the excitement of Christmas morning.
Christmas dinner is a surprisingly lively affair. David and Mary Margaret join them, as well as Belle and her father. There’s laughter and tears, heartfelt toasts and frequent disruptions for bad jokes. When she crawls in her bed and Killian slides his arm around her waist that night, he whispers, “thank you” in her ear, so she must have done something right.
A few days before New Year’s, Robin invites the three of them to meet baby Roxana. The pictures he’s sent both of them prove that she’s cute as a button, but they’ve yet to meet this new addition in person with all that’s been going on in the last couple of months. Emma knows that there’s a lot of frustration, annoyance, and fatigue behind every one of them. A new baby is a far stretched from a walk in the park. She can only imagine how hard it is to balance a newborn with Roland the exuberant child that he is and without Robin currently being employed.
They’re all unemployed, technically. With no trawlers to their name and the crew members who would take over as captain still on the mend, the Jones brothers’ trawling company has come to a sudden halt. They’ll still have whatever money comes from the show, but the future is just a little more uncertain.
But in the meantime, Henry is having a ball playing a new board game with Roland and Regina while Emma, Killian, and Robin crowd around the sleeping baby, curled up in Emma’s arms.
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We’re going to subtitle this chapter “The One Where You Get a Hint of Everyone’s Romantic Relationships, but Not Nearly Enough to Whet Your Need.”
Thank you, as always, to you, my reading, ship-obsessed friends, as well as to @shipsxahoy, @queen-icicle-fandom, @sotheylived, and @captainswanbigbang for doing their things for this story. 17/10 would work with them again.
Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations
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Chapter Fifteen
They’ve found Liam. Emma nearly cries of happiness. She’s pretty sure Killian actually does, not that she can blame him.
He’s beaten up, about 13 miles downshore of where the Jewel went down. According to the officer speaking with Killian, he was face up in the sand, clothes torn and stomach bleeding profusely. There’s some worry that he’s severed an artery or ruptured his stomach lining and, for the time being, he’s been transported to the hospital for emergency treatment.
There might be more to the story, but Killian’s already off to his truck, yelling “Swan!” over his shoulder. She follows quickly as she can with all the equipment on her frame and hops into the passenger seat.
“They found him,” he says to no one in particular. His eyes are on the road - a good thing, because he has to be going 20 over the speed limit at least - and he’s laughing in disbelief. “Swan, they found him. He’s going to be okay.”
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Hi, I have a CS prompt for you, how about Killian and Emma are both thieves that work together but they have a maybe bank robbery gone bad in which one of them gets hurt with a happy ending? Thanks.
Wordcount: ~1000Rating: T for somewhat graphic description of an injuryA/N: Thanks for the prompt!! I hope you like it :)The alarm sounded, loud enough Emma had to fight the urge to cover her ears.
“Shit. Shit, shit.” She spun around and crashed directly into Killian, cursing again.
“This way love,” he said, tilting his head towards the side entrance.
“Not your love,” was out of Emma’s mouth before she could think about it. Now was definitely not the time to argue semantics with her partner in crime/friend/sometimes hookup.
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Self reblogging what's probably my last fic for the captain swan fandom. Thanks for everything <3
Hi, I have a CS prompt for you, how about Killian and Emma are both thieves that work together but they have a maybe bank robbery gone bad in which one of them gets hurt with a happy ending? Thanks.
Wordcount: ~1000Rating: T for somewhat graphic description of an injuryA/N: Thanks for the prompt!! I hope you like it :)The alarm sounded, loud enough Emma had to fight the urge to cover her ears.
“Shit. Shit, shit.” She spun around and crashed directly into Killian, cursing again.
“This way love,” he said, tilting his head towards the side entrance.
“Not your love,” was out of Emma’s mouth before she could think about it. Now was definitely not the time to argue semantics with her partner in crime/friend/sometimes hookup.