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[shin-zaibatsu]

"So are you gonna be black or will you rise above your blackness to become a normal parent?"

[captainswanbookclub]

                            Captain Swan Through The Seasons

Calling all Captain Swan Fans! We over here at Captain Swan Book Club are excited to open another chapter of CS Fanfic with you all. So, everyone has done a complete show re-watch we’re sure, but have you done a Fanfiction re-read?

Our goal over the next few months is to make a season by season, and episode by episode guide of Canon or Canon Compliant fanfic. Multi-Chapters, One-Shots, Drabbles and Prompts, and yes, even fanart. Anything and everything. This will also give authors a second chance to write for each episode again.

Each season and each episode will be broken down into a complete guide for you to spend countless hours (that you probably don’t have) Jumping back into the stories that we all love. 

But. We need your help.

As much as we read, we don’t think we have even skimmed the surface of all the CS fanfiction out there. Drop by our Inbox or Ask box if you have a something to add to the list. It can be your favorite fic, a fic you wrote, or just something you feels needs to be seen. 

To start this off, we are asking for recs of Season 1- Captain Swan fanfics. This can include Cursed!Killian, No Curse, Or any other Pre Season 1 fics. All we ask for is an Author Name, Title, and a link if you can provide one.

Thank you all for going on this ride with us, we are excited to start this new adventure with you all.

Cheers.

@eala-captian @walkerfairytales

[andperfectlyimperfect]

This music program continues to grow each day, which means the cost will keep on increasing as they continue to pay staff & get more equipment/props. However, as of right now, the marching band, indoor drumline, winter guard, and indoor winds have been cancelled. Uniforms, staff’s pay, competitions, etc. all depend on members’ fees and donations. They’ve all worked so hard; 2016-2017: marching band (3rd in CSBC, 1st in WBA), drumline (silver medalists in SCPA), guard (silver medalists in WGASC), winds (gold medalists in ADLA). Please help contribute to let these kids enjoy something that means the world to them and share the link as well. Thank you!

[eala-captian]

Missing In Action (3/?)

Wow. It’s been forever since I’ve updated this and I do apologize. Real life and all. I was jamming Breaking Benjamin while writing this. This is 100% un-beta’d so all the mistakes....yeah blame them on me.

Saturday July, 30 2016 Oran, Algeria 03:00

Killian stumbled through his small apartment in the south corner of Oran. He knew he had some pain medicine around somewhere. His head was pounding. He woke up in cold sweats and with a what felt like an ice pick in the head. He really needed to make a trip to Victor or have him make a house call when the sun came up. Finally locating the Advil on the kitchen counter, he popped two into his mouth and swallowed.

“Get it together mate.” He said to himself shaking his head. He had been undercover for 3 years, 2 months, 13 days. 2 years, 4 months, 8 days of which he assumed he had been labeled as missing in action, and possibly a traitor. He had so many questions. Mainly how Emma was, but he couldn’t think about her without feeling completely hopeless. He had tried to make contact with her several times. It had been risky and dumb, and all failures.

Slowly, he moves around the small apartment checking nooks and corners for any bugs or cameras. Yeah he is a top ranking member of one of the biggest illegal operations in the world, but he is also an undercover mole fighting his way back to the people he loves. So blame him for being extra careful. After a thorough check of the entire apartment he deems its safe and heads back to his bedroom.

His closest is mostly the same, black t-shirts, black pants, and one or two suits for when dressing up is in order. He pushes it all aside and rummages around on the racks behind when he finally finds what he is looking for. A small easily concealed black screwdriver. Satisfied that everything is in order he closes his closet and makes his way to the patio on the opposite side of the room. He shuffles his feet and grabs hold of the bed to keep himself upright, the withdrawal of the drugs taking hold of his body and hindering his motions. Once at the door he opens it not to go outside but to slowly remove the bolts on the middle hinge. When he was forced to flee from Mexico City only a few of his possessions remained on him. His gun, the clothes he was wearing, and a small picture of his wife that he kept folded, taped between the two layers of his belt. As soon as he was dumped into Algeria he immediately found a place to store his only bit of hope. They call them slicks, small places where items can be slid in and out with ease. He had cut into the door frame and made a small hole to hold the picture.

He slowly pulls the wrinkled photo out, still folded and holds it to his chest while he reattaches the door. Making his way back to the bed he sinks into its embrace again still holding the picture to his chest before taking a deep breath. She is breathtaking. Her blond curls flowing over her shoulders, and the beautiful green eyes that pierce his heart, even though he has seen this photo one-thousand times. Tears fill his eyes as he gazes at his beautiful wife. “Love, I promise you….I’m alive...I’m….I’m trying to get back to you, but to do that I’ve had to do some pretty bad things. I hope you will forgive me…...I promise. God love, I swear….I will stop Gold...The Dark Ones...whoever I have to….Just please don’t give up on me…..not yet...I love you so much Emma, but right now you are a weakness I can’t let them exploit….So...for the time being I have to let you go....they can’t...they can’t figure out who you are, who I am. So from now until I’m back in your arms I have to be Hook. Killian Jones is dead. I miss you my love.

He slowly makes his way off the bed and back into the kitchen. Standing in front of the sink he opens a drawer to his left pulling out the item he needs with his ever shaking left hand. Tears blur his vision as he brings it to her beautiful face, the flames of the lighter burning a hole into his heart as the edges turn to ash. He cuts the water on slowly letting it wet the bottom of the sink as he drops his last bit of morale resolve into the sink, her smiling face disappearing among the flames. “I’ll bring him back to you.”

Saturday July 30,2016 Georgetown, Virginia 09:00

The sudden knock on her door startled her out of her daze as she jumped up from the floor where she was sitting up a board and chart to answer. “Hey Ruby. What you got for me?” She asked as her analyst friend as she walked in the door carrying what looked like two tons of paperwork.

“I’ve pulled everything they would allow me. I’ve got crime scene photos, ballistics, fingerprints, and bullet casings. Dave said if we needed any help to call him. He is worried about you Emma.” Of course David would be worried. She would be surprised if he wasn't. She had made sure to stay far away from Killians case during the initial investigation. She was too close, it was a miracle they had let them continue to work together after the nature of their relationship was made public. David had fought for them, said they worked great as a team. They were practically unstoppable, going through case after case him running tactical and her guiding his way. Robert Gold was a problem they could never seem to nail down though. So when Killian was deemed missing in action Emma stepped down. Yeah she was debriefed and asked a million questions hundreds of times, but it was as if he disappeared. Maybe..just maybe getting her own hands dirty would change the game a bit. She knew things about Killian that no one else could possibly know.

Several hours later they had come to one conclusion, they needed help. Emma reluctantly got on her phone and called Dave. There was so much intel, how could no one get anything from it.

She had looked at the same hand prints, and read the same reports a hundred times.  Dave finally arrived around midday with a box of pizza and a few beers. Still the work continued, until Emma finally opened the bag carrying the spent shell casings. Carefully with her gloves on she laid them all out one by one. Every casing recovered from Robert Golds team were all 9mm shells except one. Her heart dropped at the sight. Among the spent bullets she saw one 45 casing. He was there. She set the bullet down and leaned back against the couch.

“Emma, you okay?” Dave asked with a concerned look on his face.

“He was there Dave.” She said looking at the ground. “He was at the ambush he fired on his own people.” She looked up to see David staring at her with his mouth open. “What? How… How do you know?”

Emma and Killian had often done things off the parameters of what people would consider legal. Killian had always carried an unregistered extra weapon that had a significant meaning to him. She didn’t want to tell Dave. It wasn’t her story to tell, but it was important.

“Killian...he..ah...He always carried a Nighthawk Custom 45 ACP.  He took it off the man who messed his hand up when he was in Special Ops for the UN.” She said the last bit in a rush hoping to avoid that conversation all together. “ According to the reports and photos that .45 was taken out of a wooden pillar not 3 inches from where an agent was standing. He shot at his own people Dave.” David quickly got up and moved to her side she leaned into his embrace.

“Maybe someone else was carrying a .45.” Ruby stated from her computer set up on Emma's dining room table. “Maybe it wasn’t even him.”

She noticed the file Dave was looking at sitting out in the open. “It was him.” David said solemnly.  Emma had been so immersed in her own find she hadn't even noticed Dave had not moved in several minutes before she set the bullets down. “ I was looking over the blood prints on the walls of the compound and noticed something I hadn’t seen before. Emma, Killian's hand print is at the crime scene, his left hand.” Emma pulled the file towards herself across the table. Sure enough way in the background of another photo was a hand print. One that hadn’t had its own picture taken of because who would have taken a picture of what looked like blood smears while searching for hand prints. She could barely make out the half of hand and three fingers Killian had left.

I know its been a while but @walkerfairytales @laurnorder @trueromantic1 @shady-swan-jones @lenfazreads @teamhook @galadriel26 @lovepurplepumpkins @captainswanismyendgame @killian-whump old one plus a few I think might enjoy. Maybe. *Hides*

[captainswanbookclub]

CSBC Presents: Stop All The Clocks

We are excited to announce our next selection: Stop All The Clocks by @technicallysizzlingcloud

We accept the love we think we deserve. -Chobsky. Emma and Killian, on the journey from the Underworld to Home. Because returning is only half the journey

You can read it HERE

We hope you’ll join us to discuss this story on Sunday, October 1st at 5 PM ET!

Signing up is very easy - just send us your e-mail address via tumblr messenger or through our ask and we’ll add you that day, or just wait for the link to be posted live!

Please Join in on the fun!!

[captainswanbookclub]

CSBC Presents: World Unknown

We are excited to announce our next selection: World Unknown by the super cool @cutieodonoghue

Emma signs up to be a test subject for a “guaranteed true love match”. The kicker is that she can’t see her match until their wedding day. The moment she sees him for the first time, she knows she’s doomed.

You can read it HERE

We hope you’ll join us to discuss this story on Sunday,  at 5 PM ET!

Signing up is very easy - just send us your e-mail address via tumblr messenger or through our ask and we’ll add you that day, or just wait for the link to be posted live!

Please Join in on the fun!!

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CSBC Presents: Light of all Lights

We are excited to announce our next selection: Light of All Lights by the awesome @ripplestitchskein

A fairy tale in five parts. When his ship crashes onto a secluded island after a storm Killian "Deckhand Hook" Jones finds himself the unlikely companion to the dark "goddess" who inhabits it.

You can read it HERE

We hope you’ll join us to discuss this story on Sunday, June 4th at 5pm ET!

Signing up is very easy - just send us your e-mail address via tumblr messenger or wait for the invite that day!

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CSBC Presents: Breathless

Hello Fellow Readers! We’re Back!

We are happy to announce our return with Breathless by @acrobat-elle

Killian and Emma share more than just a heart.

You can read it here 

Please join us to discuss this wonderful story on May 28th at 3 p.m. ET on Google Hangouts. All you need to do is send us your e-mail address via tumblr messenger and wait for an invitation on a day of the discussion!

Hope to see ya Sunday!