#cssb 2017

[winterbaby89]

A Lesson In Muscle Memory

The Captain Swan Storybook 2017 (4 X 22/23 Operation Mongoose)

Amazing artwork by: @elaine--captain--swan (I am still absolutely blown away by your beautiful artwork)

Beta’d by the lovely @ilovemesomekillianjones, @hollyethecurious, and @kmomof4 thank you for the extra sets of eyes ladies.

A smutty deleted scene after they’re brought back from the alternate storybook leading up to just before the party at Granny’s. 

Rated M

A/N : I am bringing this back around for my shameless birthday week self reblogs. This was a fun one to write, when I wasn’t pulling out my hair trying to get my muse to cooperate, and is probably the closest I’ve gotten to PWP...

Can also be found on AO3 and FF

Emma rushes through the door to the loft with a frantic buzz under her skin. She skips all pleasantries with her parents, blurting out, “Where is he? Where’s Hook?”

“Uh. H-he was there… right before we got dragged away.” David partially pulls free of his embrace with Snow, to point in the direction of where he saw Hook last. Emma takes a few steps in that direction, staring in alarm at the unoccupied space.

“Everyone reappeared where they were before this whole mess started.” Emma’s face falls as the feelings of despair that tried to overtake her while watching Killian die in that perverted version of the storybook swell up in her chest again, threatening to overwhelm her, she croaks out a soft but emotional, “No.”

When she hears him speak, Emma whips her head around to look up at where he is perched against the banister in her room.

“Yeah, sorry about the mess. I really needed to find that book, and I’m usually a bit tidier.”

“Killian,” Emma veritably sighs his name in relief, before turning to run up the stairs. A relieved smile forms on her lips, she needs to feel him, hug him. In her exuberance she manages to tackle him so hard he falls backwards onto her bed.

“Oof! Oh.” Taking a moment to regain his senses from the blow, Killian looks up into the beamingly happy face of Emma, as she continues to lay astride him. “How many times do I have to tell you, love? I'm a survivor,” he teases, before sobering a bit as he continues. “Look, I didn't mean to cause any panic. I awoke moments before your parents and came up here, looking for your boy.” His concern for Henry warms her in unexpected ways.

“He's fine. Henry's fine. I'm just... glad you are, too.”

“What is it?” Killian asks as he watches emotion after emotion cross her face, but no words form on her lips.

Emma pulls back, so she doesn’t smother him and helps Killian to join her in sitting up, still wanting him as close as possible. As she contemplates her answer she hears the loft door close, signifying her parent’s exit. Well, I guess mom and dad decided we need privacy. I’ll catch up with them later.

“When I... watched you die... I was afraid I was never gonna get a chance to tell you something.”

“Tell me what?”

“That I…” Emma can see the hope in his eyes, as she begins to speak, and it scares the hell out of her.  She tries, but the right words won’t come. “Want to thank you for sacrificing yourself. Henry and I wouldn't have succeeded without you.”

As she continues with her thank you, Emma sees the split second where his hope shatters, and just like that his mask is back in place, with a warm smile he responds, “Of course, love. It's all in a day's work for a hero.”

Emma leans forward and touches her forehead to his before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. Emma makes up her mind then, she knows what she needs to do to reassure herself that he is alive and well, and to erase the image of his face falling at her pathetic thank you. Emma hates herself for continuing to choke on the words he deserves to hear, that she deserves to let herself to say. If I can’t tell him, I will show him.

Their kiss grows more intense and passionate, as they both grow needy and desperate.

Emma poofs off all of their clothes, not caring where they land, and Killian starts to make a quip about exploring all aspects of her magic when she sinks down onto his already hardened member, causing all the words to die on his lips. Their lost words are replaced with a chorus of pleasurable groans.

Needing to feel his lips on hers, Emma urgently kisses him as she begins to thrust her hips, roughly, impaling herself, over and over again. This is not their typical passionate and tender lovemaking, which she can now admit to herself is exactly what they’ve been doing all along. This, this is not lovemaking, this is an adrenaline fueled, frenzied fuck, needing the physical reassurance that they are there together.

With the breakneck pace Emma is setting, she feels her orgasm overtake her with the power of a freight train. Her head falls towards Killian’s shoulder as he continues to pump into her, chasing his release. Emma keens in his arms when the warmth of his seed swells and pulses against her sensitive walls.

“I hope I’ve not worn you out, love. I am nowhere near finished with you yet,” he growls into her ear, stroking her golden hair as she lays exhausted in his arms. He jumps a little when he feels her playfully bite into the flesh above his collarbone.

“I can handle it,” she purrs against his skin. Before she can register another thought, Emma finds herself facing the wall, pinned there with Killian behind her.

“Glad to hear it, Swan.” He presses his body against hers, and runs his hand from her belly up to her gloriously pert breasts he so loves to fondle. Caressing her breasts, and tweaking one erect nipple then the other, his hand continues on its trajectory until it is wrapped gently around her throat.

He slides his hook between her legs, finding her clit with an accuracy that still manages to surprise her, unlike some guys who couldn’t seem to figure out what a clit even was. As he applies consistent pressure moving his hook in circles, his lips cut a swath of open mouthed kisses from that spot just behind her ear down to her shoulder, and back again. Every time he makes it to her ear he takes a moment to whisper filthy, sweet little nothings to her. Killian is unrelenting in his pursuit of her pleasure, not letting up on his assault of her senses until she has fallen off the proverbial cliff into another orgasm.

With his “mast” returned to full attention, Killian slowly starts to turn Emma in his arms, mindful of her wobbly legs as she recovers. “I do believe I owe you a lesson in... muscle memory, love.” Hoisting her up into his arms, her legs wrap around his waist, and he backs her against the wall for support.

“Is that so… Captain?”

“Aye.” Without further ceremony Killian thrusts into her snug, welcoming heat, still slick from her release, drawing another round of euphoric moans from the both of them. As he finds his rhythm, Emma wends her right arm behind his neck, places her left hand along his jaw, and pulls him in to meet her in a slightly less frenzied, but no less passionate kiss.

Killian being the perceptive man he is, knows exactly what Emma is trying to accomplish with this tryst, and he is unwilling to let her doubt their love. He knows she feels this too, even if she still seems to be unwilling, or unable to say the words; a fact that confirms it would be unwise to speak his own to her in that moment. Instead, he will reassure her of his love physically, until she is ready, emotionally.

Killian feels Emma’s next climax cresting as she claws his back, squeezing harder for traction while she blissfully falls apart. Killian guides her pleasure, but staves off his own release, not yet ready to end this coupling. With Emma gripped in his arms, coming down from the high of her release, Killian walks them to her bed; his still engorged cock slides from her when he gently lays her down on the edge. Dropping to his knees, he sets his mouth to her drenched core.

He is voracious, as though he is a man dying of thirst, and she is the nectar of life. He kisses these lips as passionately as he does her mouth, tongue roaming and exploring every inch of her, from slit to clit. The sounds Emma is making tell him she isn’t too far from reaching her peak once again, so he doesn’t let up until he hears her calling out his name in ecstasy.

Coaxing her through her high, he doesn’t let up. As her breathing starts leveling out, he plunges two fingers into her still quivering channel. Steadily he works her back to the edge, fingers pumping into her as he sucks her clit into his mouth and laves it with his tongue. Emma’s hand snakes its way into his hair, anchoring him to her.

“Killian… Killian, oh… just… just like that, gods don’t stop. Please…” Emma trails off as her fifth release hits her. She can only fall and enjoy the ride he is taking her on.

After bringing her back down, Killian finally stands wiping her juices from his face with his hand. “I need you, love, can you take any more?”

Emma, still in her blissed out state, is unable to do more than nod her head, as she reaches for him. Killian pulls himself onto the bed above her, and effortlessly slides into her trembling heat. He sets a leisurely pace, kissing her sensuously, intent on making love to this amazing woman.

Despite his best intentions to draw out their lovemaking, Killian can feel his climax closing in, and the tell-tale fluttering of Emma’s walls tells him she is right there with him. No longer able to hold off his release he beseeches Emma with a whispered, “Come with me Swan, let me feel you come undone around me again.”

Killian instantly feels Emma’s walls contract around him, dragging him into the sweet bliss of orgasm, as she calls out his name on a breathy moan. Recovering from the effects of their enjoyable activities first Killian rolls off of Emma, and pulls her with him to lie back on the pillows, pulling the quilt over them both as Emma snuggles into his chest.

Emma is unsure how long they have been asleep when she finally stirs from her unintentional nap. She stretches, feeling sore in all the right places after Killian put her through her paces. Secretly she loves the feeling of waking up in his arms, it makes her feel loved and wanted. She is still mad at herself for not being able to get the words out. Definitely wouldn’t say no to another satisfying session like today though, just maybe not today, the ache has already begun to settle in.

Wanting to use this quiet moment, to test how the words will actually feel, Emma whispers into the room, “I love you, Killian.” Realizing a half second after the words are out of her mouth that he isn’t actually asleep, she hears his breath catch in his chest, and feels the heart under her ear speed to a frenzied staccato. Steeling her nerves, Emma turns her head to look him in the face, and see how he’s going to react to her confession. The look on his face can only be described as cautiously hopeful.

“Truly Emma? Do you mean it?”

Finding her words have failed her once again, Emma just nods her head. Killian pulls her closer, dropping a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“And I love you, Emma.”

At that moment Emma’s cellphone chimes from its place on the floor, needing a moment to process what has just happened, she rolls over reaching for it. Looking at the phone she sees a message from her mother.

“It’s from mom, apparently the author is behind bars, and there’s a party at Granny’s. We should probably join them. What do you think?”

Killian can sense Emma’s need to not call attention to what they’ve just shared, so he agrees, “Aye, sounds like a plan, love. I need to have a chat with your father about his bad form. You never stab a man in the back.”

~FIN~

This story can also be found on pg 269 in the 2017 Captain Swan Storybook.

Tagging a few lovelies:

@csstorybook @whimsicallyenchantedrose @flslp87 @elaine--captain--swan @kmomof4 @hollyethecurious @ilovemesomekillianjones @xhookswenchx @seriouslyhooked @laschatzi

[laschatzi]

The Way These Stories Go

My contribution to this year’s Captain Swan Storybook is a throwback to the beginnings, a missing scene/behind the scenes of episode 2x05 (The Doctor).

title: The Way These Stories Go

summary: A glimpse into Killian’s thoughts and feelings during the walk from the ogre lawn to the beanstalk

rating: G and BP for brooding pirate

also available: ff.net, ao3 and the CSSB 2017.

Trudging through the forest, the four women let Hook lead the way, still in his fake blacksmith attire, hand and now hookless arm tied together in front of his body. They are following him right on his heels, the hostile warrior and the delicate, slightly gullible princess directly behind him while the short-haired and the blonde who bested him with her mysterious powers and her impressive knife bring up the rear. He can hear them whisper, probably about him. Well, they don't trust him an inch, and he doesn't blame them. Nobody seems to be interested in him any further at the moment or demanding from him to offer more explanations of where exactly they're headed and what will expect them when they get there, and he's glad about that. As much as he likes verbal sparring, a spirited conversation, wielding his words like a razor-sharp cutlass – right now he's thankful for the silence which gives him the chance to dwell on his own thoughts.

With a sense of disbelief, he's still trying to process what just went on in the last hour or so; there's no use in sugarcoating what happened – neither his nearly three hundred years of piracy nor the element of surprise, the advantage of knowing more than they did, had been enough to save him from being caught off guard and overmastered like a bloody amateur. Tied to a tree and almost fed to gruesome creatures without being able to move as much as a single muscle to fight... he can't remember the last time he found himself in such dire straits.

Oh, he was never really in danger, of course, because let's be real – he's Captain Hook, and Captain Hook always survives. But he has to reluctantly admit that things didn't go as he pleased, let alone as he planned. He thought the four women would be easy prey for him – not because they were women, mind you, but because Cora had described them as hero types to him; the kind of people who always did the right thing, made the moral choice. The kind of people who would take pity on a poor, mutilated and terrified craftsman they just snatched from the jaws of death, and not suspect any trickery.

Normally, he'd have played them like figures on a chess board, guiding them exactly where he – and Cora – wanted them to be. Normally. And it even seemed like he was on such a good way; they were all very sympathetic about the gruesome tale he spun. Then, all of a sudden, he found himself with a blade at his throat, and honestly, he still doesn't know how it happened, what gave him away. On the contrary: he's convinced, in fact, that he did nothing to betray himself. They should and would never have doubted his act if it weren't for the woman in the red leather jacket who looked so soft and sympathetic one moment and yanked his head back with a steely grip in his hair the next.

A lucky hit, he thought at first, still believing he could convince them of his good intentions if he only kept his nerves and stuck to his tale, surely his honest blue eyes would help, too. There was no way four heroes would risk the death of an innocent man, was there? And he knows that for a moment he had them, he almost had them. Well, the other three, that is. The delicate princess believed him, and also the warrior and the short-haired one were getting nervous when he kept insisting that he was just an innocent blacksmith.

But that fierce blonde, she's special. The moment he opened his mouth for the first time, she looked right through him, detecting every single one of his carefully woven lies, and he still can't figure out how she does it. But to his own surprise, he's almost amused, he can't help it, and he also can't help but admire her fierceness and cleverness. Being bested never felt as oddly... right as it does today. The thought comes out of nowhere and is slightly disturbing to him. He mentally shakes his head at himself and keeps walking, carefully minding his step, while he tries to analyze his situation and weigh his options.

It's pretty clear to him where his four companions stand. The warrior is certainly a force to be reckoned with; he knows she would kill him without batting an eyelid if she thought he would present any danger to them. The princess, to whom she seems to be particularly attached, appears to be the weakest link; he makes a mental note about that – it could turn out to be useful one day.

The petite ebony-haired one with the bow who instantly seemed to know who he was when he mentioned his moniker – she's a spitfire, too, and wouldn't hesitate to kill him either if she had to do it to protect her friends. It's obvious she doesn't trust him one bit; trying to fool her with his charms could be amusing, but in the end a waste of energy, and he admires her for it.

But the blonde... when she held that blasted dagger to his throat, twice, she wasn't simply distrustful and cautious, she knew. She just knew.

He should have guessed that there was something about her, she had to be special... she's the one who was destined to break the Evil Queen's curse, after all, and she obviously managed to do so. She's the one he spent twenty-eight years waiting for in Cora's safe bubble. She's not what he imagined her to be, he's not even sure what he imagined – some ethereal being perhaps, more fairy-like or fragile... certainly not a warrior in pants and a red leather jacket with a steely grip like that. The weird thing is... he can't even say he's displeased about it.

Knowing she's more than an equal match for him surely makes for a nice challenge, and he always loved a challenge. Even though their interaction, remarkable as it was, has been rather short, he believes to have seen something familiar in her eyes... as if she's hiding behind her fierceness, as if the tough act masks something else. A personality trait he knows all too well.

Aye, he has to admit it – she has definitely piqued his interest, and normally he'd go for a nice, refreshing sparring game of cat and mouse, just to see how far he could get to her in spite of her obvious seeing right through him. Normally. Alas, he has no time for such distraction, because his mind is set on one goal and one goal alone, has been so for more than two hundred years now. If there's one thing more precious than jewels, gold or the finest rum, almost as precious as love (and that is lost to him for all eternity), so precious that he'd even risk his worthless life for it... then it's revenge – and it's gonna be his. And the blonde warrior princess is only of interest for him, because she seems to be the key for him to finally get that revenge. It's almost as if meeting her was fate's design.

From the moment he dropped his act after realizing there would be no way to lie or charm his way out of this, he's changed his tactics completely. He has wasted no second thought on his former alliance with Cora – what he told the four women was the truth: he will side with whoever provides him with the best chance to get him to the land where The Crocodile is peacefully living now. And even if Cora has magic – dark, powerful magic – this somehow odd team of women seems not less resourceful. Not by possessing magic, but in other ways... first and foremost he senses a very strong determination in them, like they will not let anything or anyone get between them and their goal, and he likes that.

He has always been a ladies' man, in every way. Killian Jones likes women, and not only in the carnal sense, although he does highly appreciate the physical satiation that being with a willing woman can bring. But it's more than that. He likes their spirit, their strength and courage – all three of them usually outweigh a man by far, and he thinks he has found out why: normally, what drives a woman always roots in love in all its – sometimes tragic and painful – variations. Hurt love, lost love, defending love – all of that makes them powerful, and most men wouldn't be able to hold a candle to any woman he has known.

He doesn't know much about his new travel companions, only that they seem very determined in their respective goals, and all four of them are hellbent on getting the two women in the curious clothes back to their realm.

So, the odds are at least as much in their favor as they are in Cora's, and, frankly, the elder sorceress whom he met at first as the Queen of Hearts in Wonderland seems to be a rather unpredictable, dangerous ally. He isn't ashamed to admit that she scares the living daylights out of him – not because he's afraid of what she might do to him... it's been a long time since Killian Jones feared death or bodily harm. What he does fear though is that she might just use him to reach her own aim to get close to her daughter, and then simply abandon him and their pact, robbing him of his only chance to get his revenge, and he can't risk that. Plus, her absolute ruthlessness repulses him. He's no stranger to blood and death, has brought it to far more people than he can count on one hand, but the detached attitude of her when she kills, when she rips out hearts of innocent people and crushes them without batting an eyelid... it chills him to the bone.

No, his current travel mates are far safer company indeed. with them, he believes, he has the best chances to reach his destination... heroes don't betray or break promises, after all. For the first time in ages, he deems himself really close to his goal, and it makes him almost giddy.

He's briefly wondering – he doesn't know much about the realm they're headed to, Cora herself seemed to have only a vague idea about it. He only knows that it's a realm completely different from everything he knows. Not that it frightens him. There's just some sort of vague uneasiness whispering at the back of his head.

When he'll get to that strange, mysterious land... once all is said and done, once his revenge is fulfilled... what will remain? What kind of life will he even have, after his driving force will be deflated, his only and entire sense of living gone? He will be stranded in another place, another time, with no purpose, no home, and no living soul to know his name or care about him. He doesn't have illusions – he knows that skinning his crocodile is not his happy ending. It will be his end, period. After taking his revenge, there will be naught but a big void for him, as if he'd simply cease to exist – and there will be no one around to even notice, to miss him. But he can accept that, hasn't longed for anything else since he lost his love.

Unlike the four women he's traveling with. They are determined to get to a home, whether it's a place or a person or persons, he doesn't know, but he does know they expect to find their happy endings there. He can still hear them murmur while they approach the edge of the forest where their destination is, maybe talking about those they left behind and hope to get back to soon. Briefly and very vaguely, he remembers a time when he, too, was happy and hopeful; but these times are long gone, just like any real feelings from his old, blackened heart.

When he reaches the clearing, he stops and looks at the mighty plant in the distance, its top hidden in the clouds.

He feels her presence as the blonde steps up beside him. “Let me guess,” she says in a laconic voice, “The compass is up there.”

A happily ever after? Ridiculous. That's not the way these stories go.

But that doesn't mean he cannot have a bit of fun while marching towards his inevitable end.

A strangely eager anticipation he hasn't felt in a long time tingles his spine as he replies almost gleefully, “Oh yeah.”

[elaine-fanart]

My contribution to the Captain Swan Storybook 2017

This cover was created for the story "A Lesson In Muscle Memory". Check out the story here.

Thank you to the amazing @winterbaby89.tumblr.com.  It was fun to work together.

[euphoric-melancholyy]

Tortured Soul (A 5x14  CSSB Fic)

This is my contribution to the CSSB Volume 2. Artwork by the amazing @tennant-the-tigger.  This is me delving into Killian’s headspace during and before the episode.

Killian Jones has known torture most of his life. But here in the realm of the departed, it’s different. There’s something to be said for the physical torture of a soul that is uncomparable to 300 years of pain prior.

With Cerberus's bite comes a venam that courses through his bloodstream and sets his skin aflame.  He thinks maybe, that’s what hurts the most. (But this is always before the next blow, the next crippling of his spirit.) It feels oddly like being alive, but his flesh here is cold and when his blood dries, it seeps through his skin, filling the space where lungs should be. He drowns in it - coughing and wheezing until a new sensation of suffering takes over.

It subsides, eventually. Allowing him to drown in worry for his family, for their safety, before the cycle starts again. Sometimes Killian wonders if the physical evidence of his torture will surface on his now buried body - if they shift from open wounds that burn at contact in the Underworld to scars as his flesh disintegrates. A temporary testimony to his eternity in this hell. Would the scars mar the ink that coat his skin? (He can picture the swan on his chest now welted and wrinkled, a disfigurement that leaves the symbol pointed unrecognizably. On the inside of his arm, maybe a red heart with a dagger’s raised tip reaches his palm. And he can picture the feathers on his shoulder bone whose distance is marked by a ragged indention.)

His left side bears the worst of it, with blood still trickling down his face from the blow that swelled his left eye shut and hampered his ability to walk. When death finally took him in Storybrooke after a too long life, he thought maybe the pain would cease. But what he’s found is the opposite.  All that’s left of him is tormented anger. He can feel it rise in his gut, a tight ball that constricts at the thought of Rumple, reborn a Dark One once more at the price of Killian’s life and sacrifice. Though Killian’s not sure who he hates more at this point - his foil in his past life, or the one who stands before him now, requesting that he engrave his friends’ names into a tombstone.

To read the rest, head on over to page 339 here

[the-captains-ayebrows]

The Long Road Home

Here’s a little teaser of my story from the Captain Swan Story Book 2017! 

A/N: This is a series of expanded and deleted scenes that take place mostly during the season 3 "missing year". It begins with Killian and Emma saying goodbye as Pan's Curse rolls in, and ends with Killian showing up at Emma's apartment in NYC.

There’s not a day that’ll go by I won’t think of you.

Good.

--Killian--

One word. One word is all she gave him, but it’s enough. It’ll have to be enough. Because there’s no time now. There’s never enough time. Her friends and family surround her. Then she’s disappearing into that bizarre yellow carriage of hers, and then even that disappears from his view in a wash of purple smoke. But he meant it, what he said to her. He hopes she meant it, too.

--Emma--

One word. One word is all she could offer. Because there wasn’t enough time. There’s never enough time. And everyone else is around her, hugging her, and when the hell did she become a hugger? Anyway, it’s not the time for heart-to-heart confessions. She and Henry have to run. She always runs. At least she has her son with her this time. At least she’s not alone. But, Hook… he meant it, what he said to her. Her inner lie detector was absolutely silent. She meant it, too, her one word. And she hopes he can hear in that word what she didn’t say.  

Don’t forget me. Don’t give up. You have to remember for the both of us.

But most of all, Bring me home again.

Read the rest in the CSSB 2k17!  HUGE round of applause to @flslp87 and @whimsicallyenchantedrose for putting this amazing project together. The gorgeous artwork you see here was created by @elaine--captain--swan !  Check out the whole book here, here or @csstorybook​

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This is amazing. Woohoo.

Seven Hours - Captain Swan Storybook 2017 Submission

Amazing artwork by @madjm 

Summary: Missing scene from episode 3x12 New York City Serenade (dipping a teeny bit into 3x13). Emma, Killian (Hook), and Henry share a seven hour (well, probably more like nine with stops) drive from NYC to Storybrooke. Line breaks indicate a change in POV

General Audience Rating / ~4000 words / Also available on ff.net and ao3

 Seven hours.

Seven hours in her car.

Seven hours in her car… with Captain Hook.

Captain - freaking - Hook.

The man who turned his ship around.

The man who aided her in rescuing Henry.

The man who took her breath away with his kiss, who promised to win her heart, and who vowed to not go a day without thinking of her.

Yeah, that Captain Hook.

Seven hours (okay, probably more like nine with bathroom and food stops) in a car with her son and Captain Hook.

The man who had first tried to get her to remember him, not with the memory potion, but a kiss.

A certain kind of kiss.

A certain kind of kiss that legend says has the power to break any curse.

But it hadn’t worked.

Of course, it hadn’t worked, Emma scoffed.

Yeah, well, True Love’s Kiss didn’t work for David either when Snow had forgotten him, but that didn’t mean they weren’t True Love, her treacherous mind reminded her.

Shut up, she snapped at that part of her brain. The part that sounded infuriatingly like Mary Margar… uh, Snow Whi… uh, her mom (how is this her life?).

The part of her brain where hope and belief for a bright shiny future with a bright shiny love lived.

The part that had too much freedom over the past year during her blissful ignorance.

The part that had let him in.

The flying monkey.

Clearly, that part of her brain couldn’t be trusted.

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She’s dragging herself up the walk when she spots a dark blur on the landing of the apartment building. She thinks it’s a forgotten scarf or something, but just when she’s about to pass by, it shivers hard and she almost trips over her own feet. She crouches down to check the animal and discovers that it’s a cat. He’s shivering steadily now, obviously not impervious to the cold temperatures or the wind that’s beginning to gust harder.

Chapter 3 of @lifeinahole27‘s Wait for the Moonrise is live and we finally get to meet that cat in the banner art. All part of the @captainswanbigbang

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The Way These Stories Go

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xIZgZJ

by laschatzi

A missing scene from season 2 (episode 2x05 - The Doctor): a glimpse into Killian’s thoughts and feelings during the walk from the ogre lawn to the beanstalk.

Words: 2117, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Emma Swan

Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Additional Tags: Season 2, Captain Swan - Freeform, cssb 2017

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2xIZgZJ

[elaine-fanart]

Captain Swan Storybook 2017

Wonderful story “ A Little (More) TLC “ by @pirateherokillian.tumblr.com. 

You can read the story here

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#Saab receives #USArmy order for #CarlGustaf ammunition and #AT4 systems.

Saab has received an order for Carl-Gustaf ammunition and AT4 systems from the U.S. Army, the company announced on July 16.

The order value is approximately USD 100 million (930 MSEK) and deliveries will take place in 2021. The order was booked in Q2 2020.

The order was placed within an indefinite delivery and quantity agreement signed in 2019, enabling the customer to place orders for…

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@its-imperator-furiosa tagged me and I figured, what the hell, even though I have only written 5 fics. 

Hello, you have been identified as An Awesome Writer™! Congrats, you rock! So that all of your readers can shower you with some extra love today, please tell us your favourite five (or as many as you want) stories of yours and why you like them and then send this to another five fic authors you think deserve this title! <3

Assassin’s Creed: Misthaven - My CSBB 2017 fic.  I am super proud of this monster, because it was my FIRST Multichapter fic.  It really allowed me to stretch my neophyte author’s wings and develop skills in character development, pacing a story, and working with extended periods of dialog (which I hate writing).  The art that @cocohook38 and @utopiozphere did for this fic are phenomenal.  By BFF @scienceisfood even had a piece of art commissioned for me for my Christmas gift!

On the Ravages of Aging - I was really happy that this fic was received so positively by the OUaT/CS fandom.  As a plus-size woman who started going grey at 25 years old, I have a lot of feelings about the standards that American society places on men and women concerning physical looks.  

On the Subject of True Love - My CSSB contribution for the episode Firebird (5.20).  I really liked getting into Killian’s head and what he might have been feeling after the realization that he and Emma were true love only to be parted again. 

Once Upon a Winter Morning - My CSSS fic for @pearlmackie.  She loves domestic fics and I recently been remembering the ‘fun’ I had had shoveling snow as a kid growing up in Boston. 

Spring Cleaning - My first foray into writing OUaT and Captain Swan fanfiction after many, many years of only operating peripherally on the edges of fandom.

Tagging: @icecubelotr44, @kmomof4, @cocohook38, @pearlmackie

[hollyethecurious]

Seven Hours - A Captain Swan Storybook Submission

Seven Hours

Captain Swan Storybook 2017

Artwork by the amazing @madjm

Summary: Missing scene from episode 3x12 New York City Serenade (dipping a teeny bit into 3x13). Emma, Killian (Hook), and Henry share a seven hour (well, probably more like nine with stops) drive from NYC to Storybrooke. 

General Audience rating / ~3900 words

Seven hours.

Seven hours in her car.

Seven hours in her car… with Captain Hook.

Captain - freaking - Hook.

The man who turned his ship around.

The man who aided her in rescuing Henry.

The man who took her breath away with his kiss, who promised to win her heart, and who vowed to not go a day without thinking of her.

Yeah, that Captain Hook.

Seven hours (okay, probably more like nine with bathroom and food stops) in a car with her son and Captain Hook.

The man who had first tried to get her to remember him, not with the memory potion, but a kiss.

A certain kind of kiss.

A certain kind of kiss that legend says has the power to break any curse.

But it hadn’t worked.

Of course, it hadn’t worked, Emma scoffed.

Yeah, well, True Love’s Kiss didn’t work for David either when Snow had forgotten him, but that didn’t mean they weren’t True Love, her treacherous mind reminded her.

Shut up, she snapped at that part of her brain. The part that sounded infuriatingly like Mary Margar… uh, Snow Whi… uh, her mom (how is this her life?).

The part of her brain where hope and belief for a bright shiny future with a bright shiny love lived.

The part that had too much freedom over the past year during her blissful ignorance.

The part that had let him in.

The flying monkey.

Clearly, that part of her brain couldn’t be trusted.

Read the full story, and all the other fabulous submissions, in the 2017 Captain Swan Storybook found here

@csstorybook  @whimsicallyenchantedrose  and@flslp87

[kmomof4]

So very beautiful!!! And all so perfectly Emma and Killian!!! This is pure perfection in every way!!!!

A Lesson In Muscle Memory

The Captain Swan Storybook 2017 (4 X 22/23 Operation Mongoose)

Amazing artwork by: @elaine–captain–swan (I am still absolutely blown away by your beautiful artwork)

Beta’d by the lovely @ilovemesomekillianjones, @hollyethecurious, and @kmomof4 thank you for the extra sets of eyes ladies.

A smutty deleted scene after they’re brought back from the alternate storybook leading up to just before the party at Granny’s. 

Rated M

A/N : I am bringing this back around for my shameless birthday week self reblogs. This was a fun one to write, when I wasn’t pulling out my hair trying to get my muse to cooperate, and is probably the closest I’ve gotten to PWP…

Can also be found on AO3 and FF

Emma rushes through the door to the loft with a frantic buzz under her skin. She skips all pleasantries with her parents, blurting out, “Where is he? Where’s Hook?”

“Uh. H-he was there… right before we got dragged away.” David partially pulls free of his embrace with Snow, to point in the direction of where he saw Hook last. Emma takes a few steps in that direction, staring in alarm at the unoccupied space.

“Everyone reappeared where they were before this whole mess started.” Emma’s face falls as the feelings of despair that tried to overtake her while watching Killian die in that perverted version of the storybook swell up in her chest again, threatening to overwhelm her, she croaks out a soft but emotional, “No.”

When she hears him speak, Emma whips her head around to look up at where he is perched against the banister in her room.

“Yeah, sorry about the mess. I really needed to find that book, and I’m usually a bit tidier.”

“Killian,” Emma veritably sighs his name in relief, before turning to run up the stairs. A relieved smile forms on her lips, she needs to feel him, hug him. In her exuberance she manages to tackle him so hard he falls backwards onto her bed.

“Oof! Oh.” Taking a moment to regain his senses from the blow, Killian looks up into the beamingly happy face of Emma, as she continues to lay astride him. “How many times do I have to tell you, love? I’m a survivor,” he teases, before sobering a bit as he continues. “Look, I didn’t mean to cause any panic. I awoke moments before your parents and came up here, looking for your boy.” His concern for Henry warms her in unexpected ways.

“He’s fine. Henry’s fine. I’m just… glad you are, too.”

“What is it?” Killian asks as he watches emotion after emotion cross her face, but no words form on her lips.

Emma pulls back, so she doesn’t smother him and helps Killian to join her in sitting up, still wanting him as close as possible. As she contemplates her answer she hears the loft door close, signifying her parent’s exit. Well, I guess mom and dad decided we need privacy. I’ll catch up with them later.

“When I… watched you die… I was afraid I was never gonna get a chance to tell you something.”

“Tell me what?”

“That I…” Emma can see the hope in his eyes, as she begins to speak, and it scares the hell out of her.  She tries, but the right words won’t come. “Want to thank you for sacrificing yourself. Henry and I wouldn’t have succeeded without you.”

As she continues with her thank you, Emma sees the split second where his hope shatters, and just like that his mask is back in place, with a warm smile he responds, “Of course, love. It’s all in a day’s work for a hero.”

Emma leans forward and touches her forehead to his before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. Emma makes up her mind then, she knows what she needs to do to reassure herself that he is alive and well, and to erase the image of his face falling at her pathetic thank you. Emma hates herself for continuing to choke on the words he deserves to hear, that she deserves to let herself to say. If I can’t tell him, I will show him.

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[elaine-fanart]

Captain Swan Storybook 2017

Here you can read an amazing story by  @the-captains-ayebrows

The full book can be read here.

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[winterbaby89]

@elaine--captain--swan thank you for creating this amazing art for my fic. You absolutely blew me away with it.

My contribution to the Captain Swan Storybook 2017

This cover was created for the story “A Lesson In Muscle Memory”. Check out the story here.

Thank you to the amazing @winterbaby89.tumblr.com.  It was fun to work together.