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Winners of Summer 2016

Thank you to everyone who participated and congratulations to the winners! It was an honour getting to share your epic work with everyone! Although we didn't manage to fill out all our categories, we did have some really amazing submissions! 

The winners of the summer 2016 edition can be found here or in the menu tab.

There may be a second edition of this competition but nothing is official yet, so let me know if you're all interested :) (Maybe we could even het more ships in the fandom to join next time).

Thank you again to everyone who participated and encouraged some positivity in the fandom!

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Final day to submit!

Alright everyone! Thank you to everyone who participated! Today is the final day to submit new work! (If you want I can extend the deadline for 3 more days) but voting will be open for a week after the submissions are no longer accepted! So spread the word to get your votes in!

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The One Where Killian Had to Shave His Beard

- CaptainSwan FanFiction: One Shot

Words: 1,350

Rating: K

**This was written before season 5 began.**

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Liam didn’t realize what he did was wrong. He was one and half years old after all. In retrospect, Emma should’ve known something like this would happen because it’s what happened to her, with Mary Margaret and David being True Love…

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Emma and Killian discovered their True Love status—

(After it happened, he insisted over and over that he knew it to be true practically from the moment he met her, despite the setback in New York when his kiss did nothing. He explained how he realized his mistake after a long conversation with David about Snow and a forgetting potion.)

—during the ‘Dark Swan’ incident. Merlin explained what they should’ve already realized: True Love’s Kiss could break any curse. Killian kissed her after professing his undying love and the Darkness was eradicated.

As he looked down at her panting form in his arms, Killian couldn’t help the feelings that swelled in his heart at having her back.

“Marry me, Swan.”

“What?” she asked as she sat up.

“Marry me. Right now.” He brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. “We love each other, of that there is no doubt…”

“Obviously…” said Henry from behind them and the two of them turned around to see him, along with Mary Margaret, David, Regina, and Robin standing some ways away with King Arthur, Guinevere, and Merlin.

“Killian…”

“Don’t think about it Swan.”

“Emma.” Regina stepped forward from the group. “It’s your turn to be happy. You’ve done so much already for all of us and so now, it’s your turn. Say yes, because I’m sure none of us want to deal with a sad and broody pirate.” That made everyone laugh and Emma looked back over at Killian. She took his face in her hands

“Yes.”

They were married the next day, with Arthur officiating. While the others returned to Storybrooke, Killian and Emma stayed in Camelot to celebrate their honeymoon…

…and a month later, after falling asleep in her office and then fainting at her parent’s loft a few days after that, in between bouts of throwing up, Emma took a test that confirmed her suspicions: she was pregnant.

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Liam was a troublemaker already, just like his father.  One and a half and his magic got him in trouble. He didn’t do it on purpose, he just didn’t fully understand how to control it yet. So, when he saw his big brother blow a bubble of pink gum, he clapped his little hands and Emma saw that glint in his eyes (he got his father’s bright blue eyes and his dark hair, just about everything else was Emma), she knew that nothing good was about to happen.

Magic sparked in the air as Killian walked into their kitchen and Liam waved his chubby hand, sending the wad of gum in Henry’s mouth flying and it landed square in Killian’s scruff.

“Liam David Jones! No sir!” said Emma, in an attempt to scold her youngest son. Henry had fallen out of his chair and was rolling on the floor in laughter as Killian attempted to pry the displeasing piece of gum from his face.

“Swan. Swan, just how the bloody hell do I get this offending monstrosity off of my face?” He pulled his hand away from his scruff and long pink strings of gum clung to his hand. Killian looked over at his wife whose face was starting to match the color of the offending item he was attempting to deal with.

“You should see your face!”

“Swan…stop laughing.”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

“Swan…”

“You should see yourself!”

“Swan…” Killian rolled his eyes. “Henry, lad, must you laugh as well?”

“Don’t- don’t…just don’t look at me or I’ll never stop laughing!” Seeing his mother and brother laughing so hard got Liam started on the giggles.

“Don’t you start too little lad. This magical malfeasance is your fault!” Liam simply giggled harder and clapped his hands some more.

“Henry, take your brother and get him cleaned up so we can get to your grandparent’s for my brother’s birthday dinner. I’ll take care of Captain Pinkbeard over here”, Emma said as she pointed her thumb over at Killian, who was now dangerously close to getting the gum stuck in his hair.

“Swan!”

“Sure thing Mom”, Henry snickered as he plucked Liam from his high chair (where he’d been snacking on his Gerber Puffs) and carried him off to the nursery.

“Swan, how am I to get rid of this?” Killian asked as he pointed to the gum.

“You’re just going to have to shave.” The look on his face was practically the same one when she’d left him on the beanstalk all those years ago and she just smiled. Ever since they’d met, she’d been curious as to how the fearsome pirate captain would without his trademark scruff.

“Swan…no. I refuse. I’ve been cultivating this for over 300 years!” he pouted.  Emma rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

“Swan…yes. It’ll grow back.”

“No.”

“Yes.” Emma waved her hand and they disappeared in a puff of white smoke and reappeared in their bathroom. She snapped her fingers and a can of shaving cream and a razor appeared in her hands. She stuck the razor in the front pocket of Killian’s shirt and squirted the cream into her hands.

“Swaaaan…”

“Are you whining? Over a little facial hair?”

“Yes.”

“I have to do this Killian.” She started spreading the cream all over his facial hair.

“But whyyyy?”  He pouted and stuck out his bottom lip.

“Because you can’t walk around town with a big pink wad of Bubbalicious stuck in your beard Killian.”

“Hmph.”

“Now don’t move unless you want a matching scar on your other cheek, Captain Whinypants.”

“You’re lucky I love you darling.” Emma laughed silently as she started her work.

A little while later, she finished and wiped her husband’s face off of excess shaving cream. When Emma finally got a good look at him, she gasped.

“What is it?” Killian sounded a little apprehensive. “Emma Jones, you tell me right now.”

“Look in the mirror.” Killian scooted over towards the mirror and his jaw practically dropped to the floor as he ran a hand over his face.

“Swan, why have you done this to me?! I look like a newborn babe!” Emma stood behind him and put her chin on his shoulder as she looked into the mirror as well.

“Come on Jones. You look great, not a day over 100.” She kissed his newly shaved cheek and ran out of the bathroom.

“SWAAAAAN!”

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Later that night, at her parent’s place, Henry pulled Emma aside.

“You do realize we could’ve just Googled how to get gum out of hair, right?”

“I’m sure.”

“I looked it up and all we needed was peanut butter. You could’ve probably used your magic too.”

“You are…not wrong.” Henry looked over at his mother and saw the devious glint in her eye.

“Oh my God…you knew all that didn’t you? You did it to him on purpose!”

“Shhhh!” Emma pulled Henry farther away from where Killian, Liam, Neal, and her parents sat in the living room playing with the boys. “Of course I knew. I had a kid stick gum in my hair once and the foster mom wasn’t horrible so she did the peanut butter trick.”

“Then why–”

“Because it’s hilarious?” Emma looked back at her family and saw David laughing again and Killian shot him a look and a grumbled ‘Shut it mate.’ “It’s like I said to him, it’s going to grow back. Also, I was curious to see how he looked without the scruff. He looks so young.”

“He looks like he hasn’t had deal with everything that’s happened to him.”

“That he does kid. He looks so happy.”

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Killian was happy…until he went to Storybrooke Public Library with Liam the next day and was discovered by Robin and Will. Belle said she’d never seen three grown men act like such children when Killian calmly handed Liam to her and started chasing the two thieves around the library with his hook.

Submission by: Natasha 

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Snowing Art - Drawing

Submission by: Rima B., @ever-restless-wonders

“He woke up… I mean, he didn’t ‘wake up’ wake up, but he grabbed my hand.” Snow Falls 1x03

Twitter: Rama__B

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The Cab

- CaptainSwan FanFiction: One Shot

My entry for this little challenge :o), based on the Tumblr prompt “gets into a cab only to find someone else already inside AU”

A big thank you to @dreamtalker1 for her continuous support.

Words: 1,685

Rating: K

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Manhattan, 5:30 PM on a Friday. And it is pouring rain. Emma is standing on the sidewalk, her arm in the air, trying to hail a cab. She has been at it for at least a half hour, and each cab that has driven by never even slowed down. She even suspects that one of them splashed water in her direction on purpose when driving into the puddle right in front of her.

Emma had remained longer at work than she wanted. Her boss had held her back to talk about her work and her next assignment. He only had good words, so she can’t really complain, but she would have preferred if he would have called her to his office earlier in the day. Of course, she didn’t tell him that…

So there she is, standing on the sidewalk of one of the busiest areas of Manhattan, trying to catch a cab to get to the pub where she is meeting her friends Mary Margaret and Ruby for drinks. She had texted them earlier to let them know she would be late, god knows Mary Margaret would have worried.

Just as she lowers her arm to give it some rest, a cab slows to a stop in front of her. She immediately jumps into action, pulls the door open and promptly sits down.

“Amsterdam between West 95th and West 96th streets, please,” she calls to the driver as she looks at nothing in particular outside.

When the car doesn’t move, she frowns, and then she hears “ahem” from beside her. She turns around in surprise and the first thing she notices is eyes as blue as the ocean.

“Do you mind, love?” a deep, masculine voice says.

She mentally shakes herself and looks more closely at this man: dark hair, dark stubble. His eyes are framed by thick, long, dark lashes, making them stand out even more. Her eyes then lower to his lips, which look so soft; she wonders how they would feel against hers.

Wait. There is someone else in the cab with her. A very sexy someone, but someone else nonetheless.

A hand suddenly appears in her face, and she slightly jumps back in surprise. She shakes her head lightly then looks at this man with a frown.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

And he has an accent too… Focus, Emma.

“Sorry,” she squeaks. She slaps a hand to her mouth, embarrassed at the sound. “Sorry,” she repeats after clearing her throat. “I thought this cab was free,” she adds sheepishly.

“No worries, lass,” he replies with a light smile.

“I’ll just…,” she trails off before pushing the door open and stepping back out into the rain.

She slams the door shut and steps back onto the sidewalk, embarrassed. Getting in the same cab as someone else isn’t so bad… it’s the squeaking part. She is usually a composed person, but she lost all common sense the minute she looked at him, and she doesn’t quite understand why.

As she shakes her head to get rid of more thoughts of that stranger, the thought of having to wait again for a cab makes her stomach drop. She looks down at her shoes: her favorite red stilettos. But then she thinks back to the weather, and thinks she would rather walk in them all the way to the bar than to stand in one place waiting for another cab. So she starts to walk.

A few blocks away, her jacket and clothes are soaked through, and her shoes are not any better. Maybe I should have offered to share the fare, she silently grumbles.

As she reaches a quieter area, she hears the noise of a car engine behind her. At first, she doesn’t care much for it, but the further she walks, the more she notices that the car doesn’t move away. She turns her head around and notices a cab following her exact pace. She frowns as she turns her stare back ahead. When she is sure she won’t hit anything while walking, she turns her head back around to the cab and tries to discern who is following her, but the car is too far away for her to really see anything.

As she reaches a street corner, the cab suddenly pulls up in front of her, blocking her path completely. Then the back window moves down, and the stranger from earlier appears in the opening. She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

This kind of stuff only happens in movies, is all she can think.

“Hello again, love,” he greets her with a wink.

“Hi,” she manages to say, without squeaking this time. She is rather proud of herself.

“I have a proposition for you,” he says proudly.

Emma’s eyebrow goes up at that. “A proposition?” she repeats, perplexed.

“Aye,” he nods.

“Let’s hear it,” she prompts when he doesn’t elaborate, crossing her arms.

He smirks.

“Agree to go on a date with me tomorrow, and I will have my mate here,” he stops, probably to catch the driver’s name, “Leroy, drive you anywhere you like, free of charge.”

She mulls over his proposition. A date with a gorgeous stranger couldn’t hurt, could it? And she really needs a change of clothes. She can’t very well show up at the pub drenched to the bone, can she?

“Okay,” she agrees, “but on one condition.”

“Name it, love,” he smiles.

Is there anything about this man that is not perfect? She wonders when she finds herself slightly star struck by his smile.

“Are you available tonight?” she asks.

“Well, I was meeting some friends for drinks and dinner, but nothing I can’t cancel,” he replies.

“Come with me for drinks with my friends, and I’ll go on that date with you tomorrow.”

After what happened to her in the past, she doesn’t want to take any chances. It has been her thing since meeting Mary Margaret and Ruby: the guy goes through the friends test before anything else happens. If he passes, she goes on the date. If he fails, well… she finds a way to let the guy down gently.

“Deal,” he immediately agrees.

He pushes the door open before moving backwards to give her space to get into the car.

“Where to, milady?” the stranger asks.

“West 106th between Amsterdam and Columbus,” Emma replies as the driver pulls away from the curb.

“And just where are you taking us, love?” Gorgeous Stranger asks a few minutes later.

“My apartment. Don’t get any ideas, buddy, you will stay in the car while I go in to change,” she hurriedly says when she notices a gleam of mischief in his eyes.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he retorts with a wink.

And that’s when she notices how bad of a winker he is: while his right eye completely shuts, his left eye almost completely shuts too, ruining the effect. She can’t stop herself from laughing.

“What’s so funny, lass?” he asks, bemusedly confused.

“You’re a terrible winker,” she answers honestly. No sense in sugar-coating it.

He barks out a laugh. “I appreciate your honesty…?” he trails off into a question to get her name.

“Emma,” she says softly, holding out her hand for him to shake.

“Emma,” he repeats just as softly, grasping her hand. “I’m Killian,” he introduces himself before bringing her knuckles to his lips for a light kiss, all the while keeping his eyes on her.

“Nice to meet you,” she stutters, destabilized by the gesture.

“Pleasure to meet you too,” he replies, slowly letting go of her hand.

His lingering fingers tell her that he was quite reluctant; her heart jumps in her chest at the thought. She bites down on her lip and looks away from him, flustered. She feels heat rising on her cheeks. Who is this guy? How does he manage to make her feel like a giddy school girl? She has never been reduced to a blubbering mess around a man before.

Thankfully, the cab pulls up close to her building shortly after, so she quickly escapes the confines of the car and makes her way up to her apartment. She leans on her door after closing it, taking a few deep breaths, and then she removes her coat, hangs it in the closet to dry and walks to her bedroom, working that her skirt’s zipper.

As she steps in front of her closet, Emma feels a tug of longing in her belly. But longing at what? It can’t possibly… and just as the thought enters her mind, there is another tug. She has been away for what, 5 minutes, and she already misses him? No, that’s just… no, Emma thinks. Such a gorgeous, sexy man can’t be that interested in her, can he?

Deciding that he is only playing her, she may as well enjoy it while it lasts. She chooses her favorite dress: a black, leather one that reaches just above her knees. The dress has a high neckline, but hugs all of her curves in the right places. She knows she looks great in it.

She makes quick work of changing her clothes, rearranging her hair and touching up her make-up. She grabs her second favorite pair of red stilettos, her red coat and exits her apartment again.

Killian is effectively stunned into silence when she gets into the car. She lets a proud smirk stretch her lips at the look on his face.

He is a perfect gentleman all evening long, and even seems to be genuinely enjoying himself. Just as her friends start talking about leaving, she notices that he has moved his chair closer to hers during the course of the evening. He arm is draped on the backrest of her chair, and his fingers are lightly playing with a strand of her loose hair.

She is reluctant to let him go when he drops her off at her apartment later. He leaves a light kiss to her cheek and a wink, which makes her laugh.

She will definitely see him again.

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Submission by: Jessie

Tumblr: @musicalfreak22

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CaptainSwan Art - Edit

Submission by: Carolina

Twitter: Carolles

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New York, New York!

- CaptainSwan FanFiction: Multiple Chapters

Killian Jones was an architect. Emma Swan was an journalist. They are neighbors. Between lines and scratches, the devastating past and all, Killian and Emma will find a way to be together?

Chapters: 18

Words: 18,397

Rating: T

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Chapter 1: Hello Stranger

 About seven o’clock in New York

 She was running late for work when she tripped on him running up the stairs.

“What the hell, lass!” he said

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you!” she said while he helped her up

Emma was not prepared for what she saw; he was tall with dark, mused hair, an open black shirt exposing tufts of black curls, strong muscular arms and deep blue eyes that matched no other

Killian, too, was caught off guard by her appearance; her enticing figure aside, she possessed two big green eyes, perfect, long golden locks and she even wore a beautifully irate expression on her face.

After a few moments with the two of them lost in each other’s eyes, Emma spoke, shattering the spell.

“So.. I’m really sorry and I’m late for work, so I’ll see you around?”

“Of course. I live in apartment 2A. 

“Great.” She said shyly and then she was gone.

That was intense. His day at the new firm was pretty hard. He knew being a freshly graduated architect could be hard, but this? Ha! This was insane. He was kind of lost. The older entrepreneurs sent all the paperwork to him. He now had three sketches of fancy houses to do and a lot of paperwork waiting to be filled out.

He opened his door. The apartment of the building was pretty simple.Life in NY could be difficult. His small living room consisted of a couch, a little TV, and a table gifted to him by his aunt. The space also had a similarly sized kitchen attached to it. His bedroom contained a closet and an ensuite.  Because he lived in an old building, he accepted the fact that his suite could only hold a sink and an old, but big bathtub.

After taking a shower, changing into comfortable clothes and sating his hunger, he set out to finish his work. However, there was a silver lining; his salary was more than he could even dream of making in Ireland, that was actually what motivated him to move. Four hours of hard work later, he was finally finished, and went to sleep. Well, he tried. The blonde vixen was consuming any and all of his thoughts. And he didn’t even have her name yet, bloody hell!!

She managed to arrive at work only moments before her boss. She sat on her table and tried to focus on her work, but all she could think about was him. That handsome neighbor she never noticed before. After writing two new articles for the city journal and updating her website where she wrote her opinions on media matters, well she did have plenty of followers, she was able to call it a night. Being a 28 year old journalist was something she was proud of, but she dreamed of earning the highest rank in her field. She got home at 2am and went right to her bedroom to sleep her brains out. Her earnings made all the exhaustion worth it, though. 

Interested in reading more? You can find the rest of the story here:  New York, New York!

Submission by: Carolina 

Twitter: Carolles

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The fan fiction

- CaptainSwan FanFiction: One Shot

Summary: Killian has an entire fan club of Storybrooke Ladies, but only has eyes for Emma. One day he annoys her greatly, so she gets the brilliant idea to look up some fan fiction written about him to tease him mercilessly with. Prompt by irishswanff.

 -Canon divergence: Robin Hood is still alive and Belle is not under a sleeping curse. Plus, Ruby's still in town. -

* I made up the fan fiction site, the title and username. If anyone shares the same name, or has named their story the same, I'm sorry and it's not you ;-) nor did I make fun of your work! *

Edited by the wonderful @irishswanff and @musicalfreak22

Words: 4,833

Rating: M for sexual themes

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“Bloody buggering hell,” Emma Swan exclaimed, using her boyfriend's usual vocabulary, as she scanned the room. She was tired and exhausted from her night shift at the sheriff's station, hoping for a short snack, having a nice bath to relieve tension in her aching muscles, and then falling into bed to sleep for at least eight hours.

Sweet dreams.

Not a bit of it!

Her lovely boyfriend, Mr. Hook, had left behind more of a nightmare in the living room of their new house. He had hosted the monthly boys night out for the first time and obviously put his back into it. However, he hadn't bothered to clean up the aftermath before leaving for the harbor in the early morning.

 The place was a mess. Beer bottles were scattered everywhere, empty pizza boxes were lying on the floor. The table was sticky because none of them had cared to wipe it clean. None of them had taken off their shoes as she could see dirty footprints on the floor, used dishes were piled up in the kitchen sink, and Chinese food remains clogged the drain. Apparently, the boys had ordered their way through all restaurants in town. She should definitely check her credit card, because they were still living off her money since Killian had just started his new job at the docks. Best to not check it right now though, otherwise she would lose it.

“Just calm down, Emma Swan. You can handle this,” she told herself and searched for a big trash bag. She collected all the pizza boxes and then cleaned the table. Then she headed towards the kitchen corner and put the plates in the dish washer. Why was it so hard for the men to just put their plates in the machine and press a button? She put on gloves and reached into the sink that was half filled with water.

“I'm gonna kill him,” she cursed as she pulled out what was left of their food so that the water could drain properly. She wouldn't be cleaning up after the men if it was not for Mary-Margaret and Ruby, who were coming over this afternoon.

Emma needed an hour to get the living room and kitchen back into respectable shape, her nerves frazzled when she fell into bed with her day clothes on, boiling with indignation, but too tired to text Killian an angry message.

 Waking up at ten o'clock, after five hours of sleep, she got up, took a short shower and started her day. Mary-Margaret and Ruby came at half past twelve and they decided to have lunch in town before starting a tedious shopping spree.

Emma actually used to shop like a man; go into the store, look around for thirty seconds and then leave with the item of desire. It's how she'd found her red leather jacket, too. Usually, she finished after two hours at most, having bought clothes, plus supplies for the entire week.  

That was not the case with the girls. They could spend hours in front of one single dress, debating if it fit or if it was too expensive.

After a six extremely tiring hours, Mary-Margaret and Ruby decided that they had bought enough, leaving Storybrooke Main Street with five bags each.

“Let's try this new Italian restaurant,” Mary-Margaret suggested. “We can meet Belle there.”

Killian took Emma there for their first date, and she usually had to smile at the thought, but not today. So she remained silent and let her friends drag her to dinner.

Belle was in a very good mood today. She was joking around and made her laugh, and after a while, Emma pushed away the hassle she had with Killian.

 Sometime later, a group of five Ladies were seated at the empty table next to them. All of them pretty and in their late twenties. Emma didn't know them and didn't pay too much attention, until she heard Killian's name.

“He's so handsome,” one of the women said, infatuated. “My brother is working with him at the docks and said he's a great fellow. I wish he didn't have a girlfriend.”

“Does he have one?” one of her friends asked.

“Yes, he does. A blond one. The one who came into town two years ago and stepped up as the savior of the town,” a brunette woman said.

Emma sank deeper into her chair, trying not to draw attention. It was the last thing she needed today. Getting recognized by a bunch of groupies who fancied her boyfriend.

“Do you know how she looks like?” the third asked.

“Met her once at the sheriff’s station. She's a stand-offish lass who never laughs. No idea why she's so popular in town.”

Ruby raised her eyebrow at Emma and grinned. Mary-Margaret and Belle had stopped eating and were suppressing their giggles.

“But Killian Jones is completely different. He's charming and joking around all the time. And just imagine what he could do with that hook.”

Ruby's eyebrow traveled even higher and she gave Emma a questioning look.

Emma moved her lips, silently telling her to shut up.

At the other end of the table, Belle had to press her hand on her mouth with tears in her eyes from suppressed laughing.

Emma risked a glare at the speaking woman, but she didn't even take notice of her.

“A true man of dreams,” the love-struck Lady said.

Emma contemplated killing her fantasy and telling her what a dirtbird her 'man of dreams' could be.  One who managed to keep his ship neat and clean, but had no problems destroying their house with his friends.

“It seems he's not breaking up with his girl anytime soon. Last week I read in the Daily Mirror that they moved in together in her new house,” one of the Ladies said. “But I can highly recommend this fanfiction site. If you search for stories about his hook.” She giggled.

“Oh, I've read them all,” the first one said, madly in love.

The brunette, who apparently met her once -which Emma didn't recall- rolled her eyes. She obviously was the tough one of the group.

“Which site?” the forth woman demanded to know.

“Just search for 'Killian Jones fanfiction' and it will be the first result,” the first one answered with expertise.

Ruby immediately reached for her phone.

“Stop it,” Emma pressed out between her teeth, but Ruby was out of reach.

It didn't take long until a sparkle appeared in Ruby's eyes and a wide grin spread on her face. She turned around to the next table.

“Thanks Ladies, this fanfiction site was what I was looking for. You've made my day.”

Belle was laughing uncontrollably, pressing her hands to her stomach and even Mary-Margaret smiled, giving Emma an apologetic look.

The group of women looked irritated by the interruption, and then the brunette's gaze lingered on Emma, her face turning red instantly.

Emma put her cutlery down and reached for her purse.

“Well, I've had enough for today,” she informed her friends, not able to smile.

“Come on, Emma,” Ruby begged. “It was just a joke!”

“No, really, I’m functioning on four or five hours of sleep.”

She stood up and thumped the money down on the table. “Enjoy your fanfiction, Ladies.”

The women avoided Emma’s gaze as she stood up. Belle and Mary-Margaret tried to convince her to stay, but Emma declined. She knew she should just let it go, and usually she would have laughed at the situation, but today she just couldn't. She was tired and still mad at Killian, and she needed to get home.

So she fled out of the restaurant without looking back at the girls. Outside, she jumped into her yellow bug, drove around the corner and stopped, resting her head on the wheel. She exhaled deeply. The bug was her shelter, had been her hiding place since she had found it at the age of eighteen. Since then, it had always been at her side, the only constant in her life, her only home. She had a real home now, and a family, but sometimes it was still too much for her. After two years, she still wasn't used to having them around. She wasn’t used to being loved and cared for and thus, she also wasn't used to the troubles that came with sharing a home. She shouldn't make a big deal out of it, she supposed. It was probably the lack of sleep speaking.

 She turned on the radio and drove home. It was around ten o'clock when she turned the key in the lock. The house was empty. Regina had taken Henry on a trip to Disneyland for a few days and Killian wasn't home yet, which was unusual. Maybe he was avoiding her. Moron.

Not putting too much thought into it -she had done that enough- she took a shower and went straight to bed.

 Emma was woken up by the dipping of the mattress and a moment later she felt Killian nestle up to her, burying his nose in her hair.

“You smell like sunshine, love,” he said with a drunk voice, his arms reaching around her, pulling her close.

Emma closed her eyes, the anger back at full force. The guy had ravaged their living room, escaped for the day, got drunk at the Rabbit Hole with his friends just one day after their boys night and then had the balls to act as if nothing had happened.

“And you smell like shit,” she responded angrily, and disentangled herself from his hold. “Take a shower.”

“I would have cleaned up tonight,” he said sheepishly.

“Oh really?” she said pertly. “It's easy to say it now. I cleaned up for an entire hour at five a clock in the morning after coming from work.”

“Sorry Swan,” he said making another attempt to get closer. “I'll make it up to you.”

He pulled her close, capturing her lips in an unexpected kiss. Her pirate always got passionate when he was drunk and normally Emma didn't mind, but after all the trouble, she couldn't let him get away with it too easily.

“Shower, Killian,” she managed to say between his kisses.

He had trouble letting go of her, but in the end he complied.

“As you wish, Milady. Don't you dare fall asleep; I have plans for you tonight,” he said cockily.

Emma sighed. The guy was impossible. She definitely had to work on a revenge plan.

As soon as he was out of the door, she drifted off into well-deserved slumber.

 Killian did go through with his promise and surprised her with breakfast and coffee the next morning. Emma was pleased, and she considered forgiving him for a moment, but seeing the smug grin on his face changed her mind immediately. It wasn't hard to make coffee and reach into the fridge for some eggs she'd bought the day before. She made scrambled eggs every day. Nothing to be too proud of.

She sat down and checked her phone for messages from the sheriff’s station. She had a free weekend, but this was Storybrooke and the next villain was never too far. There were no messages from work, but Ruby had sent her a message, asking if she'd come home safely.

Emma responded with an apology of her behavior the last night.

 E: Sorry, Ruby. I feel horrible for leaving like that. I was tired from my night shift the day before and had some trouble with Killian.

R: No problem, hon. I sensed something was off. And I know you hate long shopping trips.

E: Yeah…

R: Sorry to hear there's trouble in paradise. If I had known, I wouldn't have made that joke.

E: I just wasn't in the mood. I guess it's alright again. Killian made breakfast.

R: Oh, how does the guy know how to turn on the stove?

E: Haha, exactly. He's super proud of himself. 

R: Haha, I guess the Captain never needed to cook on his ship.

E: Or clean the dishes …

R: I'm not sure pirates know what that is.

Emma smiled. Ruby always managed to make her laugh with her dry sense of humor.

“What's so funny?” Killian asked from the other side of the table.

“Just texting with Ruby,” Emma said innocently.

“Bloody hell, Swan! Can you put that talking phone away for a minute,” Killian complained. “Sometimes I get the feeling you guys are glued to that thing.”

Emma looked up, always amused by him and technology.

“It’s called a smartphone Killian.”

“I know,” he growled.

Emma fixed him with a glare. Was he mad now?

 E: You know what? Can you send me the link of the fanfiction site?

R: What do you have in mind?

E: Just a little revenge plan! 

R: www.storybrooke-fanfiction.com/killianjones and if you want the one with hook, just search for the title: My night with the hook by @piratequeen90. Have fun! And tell me everything about it.

 Emma grinned and put the phone away. 

-/-

Emma was prepared when Killian hosted the next boys night three months later. Henry was at Regina's, so she was entirely free. Killian had promised to tidy up their mess afterward, but Emma was not impressed that easily. She had hidden a bug and a mini camera in the living room and connected it to her phone. That was not exactly legal, but who could blame her after what Killian had done?  

Then she had kissed Killian goodbye and left for her 'girl's night' out.

She had agreed to meet Ruby at Granny's.

Mary-Margaret and Belle were already there. They all knew about her plan and were as excited as little schoolgirls when they sat down in the booth.

Granny was bringing them coffee and grilled cheese sandwiches. They had puzzled out a plan that would work. Killian would remember this night forever!

Emma pulled out her phone and they watched the guys coming in. Like always, they began with beer and then argued about what to order. Emma watched Killian retrieve her credit card from the kitchen counter. In three months, he hadn't managed to open his own bank account. He could have asked her to help him with it, but apparently he thought that money grew on trees. Additionally, she was sure he still hid some doubloons on his ship or somewhere in Storybrooke. He was a pirate after all.

Sweet revenge!

“Your turn, mom,” Emma said and her mother reached for her phone. She dialed David’s number and waited. Her hands were trembling from excitement. Mary-Margaret was their weak spot; she was such a bad liar. But they had trained her for this prank. It would be a little embarrassing to pull this practical joke in front of her mother, but wasn't their entire relationship weird, anyway? They had met as friends and they still were.

“You can do this,” Ruby whispered and gave her thumbs up.

“Hey, honey,” Mary-Margaret purred into the phone. “I just went to the Italian restaurant with Emma and the girls and they have a water damage. So no pizza today. I thought I should tell you.”

Emma grinned when she heard David grown. He loved pizza. Of course the Italian restaurant was completely fine.

“I guess we will order some Chinese food then”, David answered.

“Darling, it's closed today. Don't you know that?”

“Of course,” David replied.

In fact, the Chinese restaurant was open as always on Saturdays. But nobody would expect a lie from Mary-Margaret. It turned out she was their perfect accomplice.

“Indian food, guys?” David called into the room.

“I've read an article in the Daily Mirror about food poisoning there. And Ruby told me that she saw a rat the last time she was there.”

“We'll find something,” David said, slightly tensed. “Bye, darling.”

“Bye, honey.”

Emma nodded enthusiastically. “Well done, mom!”

Mary-Margaret looked proudly at her daughter. “We have to go to that Indian restaurant to make up for that lie. The food is great there!”

“Will do,” Belle agreed. “Why can't Rumple be with them? After all, he is the one who would deserve a prank most.”

They watched as the men got in range of the camera.

“Does anyone have the number of that Arabian restaurant?” David asked. “They have great falafel.”

“They closed when Sidney Glass disappeared,” Whale answered. “The owner was a close friend of his back in the Enchanted Forest.”

“Really? I completely forgot.”

“No surprise after all these curses and villains,” Robin added.

“Yeah,” David said, shaking his head. “I guess, Granny's then?”

“It will have to do,” Killian agreed.

 Granny, who was standing with the coffee pot at their table, snorted at the phone.

“It will have to do?” she snorted. “The pirate boy puts his head quite above the parapet.”

“Calm down Granny,” Ruby appeased her. “Hook spends almost every day here.”

“He loves your grilled cheese, and so do I,” Emma added.

Granny smiled at her softly. “Do you want some more coffee, darling?”

Emma nodded and Granny poured her another cup.

That was when the diner’s phone rang. Granny owned one of those old corded telephones that seemed to be from the sixties. She took her time walking back behind the counter and waited a few extra seconds before answering the phone.

“David, my dear. What a surprise,” she spoke. “Of course I'm open. Yeah, lasagna, all right. And some grilled cheese with onion rings for Mr. Jones. No, I haven't seen the girls. I guess they are at the Rabbit Hole. No, no, it's not very busy today. I'm closing after your order. My chef's wife is pregnant, so he will be pleased to go home earlier today. Well, actually I have an appointment with a friend later. You're at Emma's, right? You guys are on my way, so I can drop the order off at your place. Of course I'm doing it...see you later.”

She hung up and gave the order to her cook. Then she returned to the table.

“And now we got the ball rolling!”

They laughed. Now, they just had to wait. When the food was ready and packed, Emma gave Granny the DVD.

Granny inspected the cover.

“A Fistful of Dollars,” Granny said approvingly. “Brilliant western. See you later.”

With that she left the diner, heading to her van to deliver the food.

 Fifteen minutes later Granny arrived at the house. They heard the doorbell through the phone. Granny stepped into her living room, handed over the food and collected the money. After that, she left.

The men opened the package and distributed the food. It took them a while to find the DVD at the bottom.

“Look what we have here,” Robin said as he discovered the movie. “Clint Eastwood western. A classic one.”

“Let me see,” David said with excitement. He was a sucker for westerns.

“What is Clint Eastwood?” Killian asked curiously.

Emma rolled her eyes.

“Don't tell me you never saw a Clint Eastwood western since you came here!” David exclaimed, shocked.

“Between snow monsters and rotting in hell, there was not much time left,” Killian defended himself.

“Point taken,” David answered. “So we have to change that immediately.” He walked to the DVD player and started the movie.

Emma rubbed her hands, her eyes glowing. “This is gonna be so good!”

She had worked an entire day at the sheriff’s station on this DVD. They would see a very special movie today.

After some time, Granny returned to the diner, a little breathless. “Did I miss anything?”

“Nope,” Emma answered. “They are twenty minutes into the movie.”

Another ten minutes passed before the screen of the TV turned gray. After a few seconds the image became clear again.

“Impressive,” Ruby said.

“Got a little help from Henry's friends. Hansel and Gretel are in the digital media course. They want to be film makers.”

“Emma! They are thirteen!” Mary Margaret exclaimed.

“Easy mom, I didn't show them the content. Only asked them about some technical stuff in the editing program.”

The image morphed into gray a few more times until the screen went black.

“Damn it,” David complained, standing up. The boys were a little tensed now.

“I guess the movie was lying around a little too long in Granny's basement,” Whale chuckled. As a doctor he had to be indulgent. But David was tensed and Killian clearly disappointed. Emma had known he would like the movie. She couldn't see his facial features in the camera but could imagine how he looked like when he was annoyed, eyes narrowed to slits and clenching his jaw.

Suddenly, the picture reappeared. But it wasn't the beautiful scenery of the prairie but a clear picture of Emma and Killian's living room.

“What the hell?” Killian uttered. He understood that much of movies; you weren’t supposed to be able to see your own living room in an old western movie.  

They all stared at the screen in confusion as Emma moved into the picture and sat down on the couch.

Emma leaned back into the booth of Granny's diner, already giggling in excitement. Maybe this would be embarrassing, but it would be even more embarrassing for her pirate.

The Emma onscreen put her feet on the couch, pulled out her phone and read something as if she was unaware of the camera in front of her. After a moment she looked up.

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” TV Emma asked innocently into the camera. She cleared her throat.

“Or did you actually enjoy this movie Killian?” She paused. “Sorry boys for invading your 'guys’ night'. Well, maybe I'm not sorry at all.” TV Emma grinned wolfishly.

“When I came home after your last night here in this house, the place looked like it had been hit by a bomb. Yeah, not your fault, I know. I'm over dramatic. But before you continue with this movie, please enjoy this interesting text.”

TV Emma pulled up her phone. “This is by Piratequeen90. My night with the hook. Sounds impressive, right?”

“He's already turning red,” Ruby giggles, bending over the phone.

TV Emma continued deliciously. “The recommendation is from a cute redhead I met recently. She's the sister of a colleague of yours, Killian. Maybe you know her. Send her best wishes from me. Now enough talking, let's get to the story:

 My night with the Captain by Piratequeen90,

 You are an ordinary Storybrooke girl. Pretty, without knowing it, and completely in love with Killian Jones, also known as Captain Hook. Of course this man doesn't know anything about your feelings for him.

After three months of silent suffering, you learn that he has broken up with his girlfriend. Of course you would never confront the man of your dreams with your feelings because you're quite shy.

One night, in a remote alley where no street lights illuminate your way, you suddenly bump into a dark figure. The man puts his arms around you to steady you and keep you from falling.

You scream, intimidated by the strong man who is holding you.

“I'm sorry, love. Didn't mean to frighten you,” a deep voice speaks.

Now you're glad that it's dark in the alley because you turn red as you recognize it's the voice of Mr. Killian Jones, the guy you’ve been in love with since you first laid eyes on him.

“Mr. Hook,” you mumble, “I...I mean Mr. Jones. I'm so sorry.”

He laughs, amused. “No need to be sorry Miss (your name).”

“You know me?” you ask, completely surprised.

“Of course Miss (name). I remember the moment I first laid eyes on you. How could I not notice a beautiful Lady such as yourself?”

“You think I'm beautiful?” you whisper, slightly trembling.

“Yes I do,” he says. “I wanted to tell you all the time, but something always got in the way.”

You are weak in the knees. Then, Killian is pulling you into his arms, kissing you, invading your mouth with his tongue, pillaging and plundering you.

“If you want, we can move this meeting to a more private place,” he suggests, his lips against your mouth.

You can only exhale a yes, then he's picking you up and carrying you to his car at the end of the street.

 I guess we move forward to the main part,” TV Emma suggested and scrolled down.

“I'm going to turn it off,” Killian said embarrassed and stood up. Ruby and Belle couldn't breathe because of laughing too hard and Granny was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Mary-Margaret was leaning back, also slightly embarrassed, because her daughter was involved, but she couldn't hide the hint of a smile, either.

“Stay where you are, mate,” Robin said to Killian and pushed him back into the couch. They were enjoying this, too.

 “So, after skipping 3000 words of irrelevant foreplay and ridiculous dialogue, let's get to the interesting part,” TV Emma said and continued with reading.

 “The water is dripping over your wet shape and you're still breathing heavily from the orgasm Mr. Hook has given you. Apparently, he has lots of strength left, because he's lifting you up in his muscular arms and carrying you to his bedroom. He drops you on the white sheets, stepping between your legs.

“What do you want me to do?”

You shake your head, not sure if you should tell him your fantasy. “Your hook,” you almost whisper. “Can you use your hook on me?”

You can see the desire in his eyes as he crawls on the bed, towering above you. You're at his mercy, not able to deny him anything.

“Will you be a good girl, (name)?” he says as he touches your cheek with his hook.

“Yes, just please...”

“Please what,” he chuckles.

“Your hook, please give me your hook. I wanna feel your hook!”

“You're already feeling my hook.”

“No,” you scream. “Down there.”

“Where?”

Your clit is aching terribly, eager for the pirate to ravish...”

 “Enough,” Hook growled and stood up forcefully, stormed to the TV and turned it off.

“That was quite a show,” Robin said impressed. He and Whale grinned at him mercilessly and even David patted his shoulder in amusement.

Emma turned off her phone. “Mission accomplished.”

“I'm not sure if this was a punishment for the boys,” Granny said grinning.

“Yeah, you wouldn't imagine that Killian is shy about these things. But he is. He'll never forget that one,” Emma responded.

After her friends recovered from laughing, they finished their meal.

“I think I should check up on Killian,” Emma said after a while.

 When she drove home, she found the house dark. The men were gone, the room tidy and cleaned up, as if they had never been there. Seemed like Killian had learned his lesson. She removed the bug and camera and switched the corridor light on, as she walked up the stairs.

“Killian, you there?” she called.

No answer.

Had she taken it too far? She sighed and headed to the bathroom as the light turned out.

She spun around instinctively as she saw the dark shape in front of her. She couldn't react when she was lifted up by -indeed- strong arms and carried to the bedroom. Emma was dropped unceremoniously onto the bed, her pirate above her in an instant, pressing her into the sheets.

“Is that what you call revenge, love?” he asked dangerously. “I can also play rough, if that is what you want.”

“Oh no, Mr. Hook,” Emma teased. “I hid a camera in the living room and recorded the entire event. Imagine what I can do with it if you threaten me.”

“Bloody minx. But maybe I don't care about it anymore.”

Emma chuckled as she felt him pull her lobe between his teeth.

“Maybe I'm more interested in exploring more of your fantasies.”

He kissed her neck.

“What did you want me to do with the hook again?”

“The shy but pretty girl from the fic wanted the hook,” she giggled.

“You women are all the same, love. Aren't you? You want the hook, don’t you?”

Emma pulled his head up and looked in his eyes.

“Just stop talking and maybe you'll find out!”

Submission by: Vio, @dreamtalker1​

Twitter: Dreamtalker1

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Individual Art - Killian Jones/ Captain Hook

Submission by: Rima B.,  @ever-restless-wonders​

“Digital painting of our dashing rapscallion!”

Twitter: Rama__B

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Captain Swan-After All

A Captain Swan video set to one of the most perfect songs to sum up their romantic journey, “After All” performed by Cher and Peter Cetera.

This video was created prior to season five, so a disclaimer that the clips will only run through 4x23.

-Submission by: Mary Frances, @hopeful-romantic1994

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Dresses

- CaptainSwan FanFiction: One Shot

Missing scene from 5x21 “Last Rites”

Emma realizes that dresses remind her of Killian as she looks in her closet and reflects back on their relationship.

Words: 1,876

Rating: K+

           Two dresses existed in Emma Swan’s closet. Until today, she’d never thought much about it.  However, as she prepared for Robin’s funeral, rifling through her closet desperate to find something appropriate to wear, she recognized for the first time that her options were quite limited.

           Emma always thought that her wardrobe was a steady mix of her go-to skinny jeans and a variety of sweaters that matched her red leather jacket with a few dresses for when the occasion arrived, but maybe that had been in New York.  Those had long since been left in her apartment, and the only other gowns she’d worn were those worthy of the storybook, and they were not hanging in her closet.

           The two dresses sat side-by-side in her closet, one light and one dark.  While the black was really the only option for the funeral, she couldn’t help but run a hand over the light fabric of the other one, remembering the two occasions she’d worn it with nostalgia and sadness.

           Emma pulled the black one from the closet, but even as she tossed the black dress on the bed, she kept looking back at the soft pink dress.  It represented a different time, a much happier one.  Even the second time she’d worn it, at least he’d still been there, even though their date on the Jolly Roger had ended less-than-pleasantly.

Dresses reminded her of Killian.  Then again, what didn’t, anymore?

For a moment, she thought of the first time she’d worn a dress with him. If she were technical, she supposed it was the black leather one in New York when she’d thought he was some sort of deranged man, albeit a handsome, charming one.  However, the real first time would have been in the Enchanted Forest during their time travel adventure.  She’d worn two dresses, the first that horrid wench dress that he and his past self had appreciated all too much, she thought with a laugh.  Then, there’d been the princess dress, the bright red one she could still see on the pages of the storybook.  Killian’s eyes had never left her, and the sweet compliments he’d paid to her throughout the night had made her blush, but more than that, they had made her feel more beautiful than she ever had before.

Swallowing tears, Emma turned her attention back to the black dress on the bed.  She stripped out of her jeans and sweater, toeing off her socks before she went in search of her black tights.

As she sifted through her top dresser drawers, her thoughts wandered back to the pink dress in the closet.  Her first date with Killian.  The look in his eyes when she’d opened the door to her parents’ apartment and they’d laid eyes on each other.  His attempts to make everything perfect at the restaurant.  Then, their walk along the shore later on, when she’d gotten cold and he’d slipped his jacket over her shoulders, the darkness of the black leather a sharp contrast to the soft femininity of the dress.

Then, there were the other memories.  That dark day on the Jolly Roger.  The stiffness in Killian’s voice, the sharpness in his tone.  Her attempts to lighten the mood, sweetly flirting with him despite it all being an attempt to manipulate him.  The darkness had tinted that day and so many days after.

Retrieving the tights from the bottom of her drawer, Emma sat down on the edge of the bed so that she could put them on.  As she did, more memories continued to flit through her mind. She chuckled sadly to herself as she thought of their fourth meeting in the alternate universe, when she’d worn a midnight blue dress that looked shredded and her hair had been a mass of tangled strands and landed flat against his chest, only to realize that the Killian Jones of the alternate universe had been a shadow of the real man, the one who emerged later on that day when he sacrificed himself to protect her and Henry.

When he’d died that first time, she’d felt as though there was a gaping hole in her chest.  The way she felt now…

Emma shook her head and rose from the bed, rounding it to retrieve the black dress she’d pulled from the closet.  She was already trying to push from her mind that this was the house that he’d chosen for them, the one where he’d intended for them to build their future.  It was in everything she saw in the house, from the uncanny views of the ocean to the clean, wide expanse of the house.  She couldn’t even bring herself to sleep in the luxurious master bedroom, for she knew that if he were here, they would be sharing it.

Emma’s thoughts circled back around to dresses.  She’d been wearing a dress when he died in Camelot, a lovely, light white one with draping sleeves and a cape, something that only a maiden in a fairytale land would find practical.  

Emma pulled the dress over her head and down, straightening it into place.  It was plain and simple.  She’d throw a jacket over her to shield her from the rain.  

Killian’s ring still hung from the chain around her neck.  She touched it, perhaps hoping it would bring back some semblance of him.  Her thoughts returned to Camelot, of the many beautiful moments they’d shared there despite the darkness being inside her.  The lovely horse ride in the Middlemist meadow, the moment he’d given her this ring, when she’d found out he wanted to share a future with her.  And who could forget the Camelot ball?  For the first time, her mother had been able to help her prepare, adding a beautiful flower crown to her hair after helping her into one of the most beautiful gowns she’d ever worn, one fit for a wedding, with swooshing white material and intricate lace detailing. When she’d descended down that staircase beside her mother, Killian had watched her like she was the only woman in the world.  Everyone wanted to be looked at that way.

Brushing the tears from her face, Emma swallowed hard again, trying to stop their flow.  Damn, what was it with dresses and Killian?  It was making everything come back to her.

Emma decided to forgo makeup; she was certain it wouldn’t even stay on if she was planning to attend Robin’s funeral.

           As she stared at herself in the mirror, she saw herself as she had never wanted to: vulnerable and distraught.  She had returned from the Underworld days ago, and while the days left her little time to do anything other than figure out Hades’ next move, the nights had left her plenty alone, which meant too much time to think, to remember, to regret.

           Too often, the memories of their final good-bye played through her mind.  Killian was a man who was controlled by his emotions, yet she had rarely seen him cry. As she’d risen above him in the elevator, the tears had stained his face, and she’d wanted so badly to jump out and run back into his arms, hold him a while longer, tell him she loved him again and again.

           He’d told her to move on, but how could she?

           There’d been men in her life before, some she loved even, but Killian was so different.  They understood each other, shared common experiences that she never could have with someone else.  It was why she’d spent so long running away from him; she knew he could see right through her.  Slowly, though, he’d done as he promised, winning her heart without any tricks, and she’d fallen for him.  Their love was an intense kind, one that she wasn’t even sure existed until Killian. Then, to discover that they were true love, confirmed…

Living without him now just seemed empty.  How did you go on without your true love?

Emma had always been comfortable being alone.  Right now, she was trying to convince herself that it would all be okay, that she just needed some time to process everything.  Her parents had told her that she needed to learn how to grieve, and maybe they were right.  In the past, all she’d ever done was try to keep moving.  Then again, there also usually hadn’t been much time to mourn, not that she wanted to.  People came and went in your life; that was just the way it was.

This time was different, though.  Killian Jones had done was no one else could.  He’d loved her unconditionally.  He’d broken down her walls, been able to see more than just the determined, independent savior.  She’d slowly relented, doing things she rarely did like laughing and smiling.  He knew the parts of her that she hated; she’d let him in.  For the first time in a long time, she’d allowed herself to be an open book to someone else.

For a fleeting moment, Emma had been able to imagine a future with him, which was more than she could say about Neal or even Walsh, whom she’d almost been engaged to.  She’d envisioned them living in this house, getting into a routine, being committed to one another, sharing their lives.  Now, it was only what could have been…

           Maybe she should stop by Killian’s grave before she went to the funeral.  So far, she just hadn’t been able to; it would make him being gone all too real. Seeing his name carved on a headstone not existing in the Underworld would force her to face the fact that he wasn’t coming back this time.  There was no reincarnating him or saving him.  He would be moving on soon, if he did as he promised her.  Despite selfishly wanting him back, she also wanted him to be happy.  If he got the chance to be with Liam, maybe he could be.

           Emma whipped around, that pink dress catching her eye once more.  She shook her head and slipped into a pair of black boots, then left the room began her sad descent down the stairs.  She had to get going.

           Emma landed at the foot of the steps with a thump like a small child.  She pulled the black coat she wanted from the coat rack, slipping into it.  That was when she noticed the flask of rum sitting on the table.  Emma tried but failed to suppress the tears.  Slowly, she reached for it, not surprised that it was still half full.  She laughed through her tears; Killian’s flask never seemed to be empty.

           She’d take it to him, or at least to his grave. He would have liked that.

           Later on, Emma took the rum and the dress in the closet as a sign that Killian would never leave her when he appeared at the cemetery.  He’d made it back to her.  She’d practically crashed into him with kisses and hugs, just like she’d wanted to so badly when she’d left him in the Underworld, only this time filled with happiness instead of sadness.  And she was wearing a dress again, another memory, another reminder that Killian Jones and Emma Swan would let nothing separate them, not life or death.

- Submission by: Mary Frances, @hopeful-romantic1994

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Welcome To Storybrooke

Hello fellow Oncers, welcome to the first official “Welcome To Storybooke” Competition! 

What is this competition? 

It’s basically a way for the whole fandom to take part in a friendly contest where anyone can join to showcase their work! More detail here

So far, our only categories are: CaptainSwan, OutlawQueen, Rumbelle, Snowing, SwanQueen, VioletBeliever, a general art category for individual characters (anyone from a main character, to a guest-star character, to one of storybook’s residents) and a Logo Challenge. You can find them here

This competition accepts fan fiction, fan art, and fan video submissions. So it’s a chance to really get creative! 

Feel free to make some suggestions, if you like. Please spread the word so we could give more people the chance to join in!