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Mama Jones and her babies Killy and Liam💙

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Was doodling on my break yesterday and Captain Swan made its way in there somehow. It was just too cute to keep to myself.

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just a lazy early morning for captain swan 🏴‍☠️💛🦢☀️

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Head in the clouds

After years of regrets and head-scratching, I decided to pick up this fic (inspired by the movie Head in the clouds) and rewrite it in a manner more true to the characters and the show.

Summary : A tale of war, treason, espionage and love. Contains Irish Swan trio chapters.

AO3

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Cambridge University

Killian had an exam the next day, a very important exam and he couldn’t put his books down, he couldn’t rest, no matter how prepared he was. He knew, however, that he needed to be rested and awake the next morning but no matter how hard he tried to get himself to sleep he couldn’t think of anything other than his exam. The sounds coming from the corridors weren’t helping either, altho they seemed to have stopped 5 mins ago.

A sudden knock on the door cut short his reveries. « Please be awake » he heard a woman whisper outside of his room before the said woman opened his door, entered his room frantically and closed the door behind her in relief.

Standing suddenly from his desk he turned around only to be met with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen standing in front of him, soaking wet from the rain and staring back at him. 

They stood in silence for what seemed forever before he finally found his voice « Can I help you? » 

« Shhh, please, don't let him find me » she whispered. 

« Who were you running away from? » Killian whispered back. 

« From the boarder, he followed me as I was running away from my boyfriend’s room. We had a fight and someone must have heard us and called for the boarder » she said with a teasing smile.

« You don't mind if I stay here for a little bit, at least until the rain stops, I don't want to catch my death out there, » she asked with a  pleading smile.

Killian hesitated, but his mind was already made up. « Of course not. Here, you can have this »  He said, handing her a woollen jumper that was behind him on a chair. He turned around to give her some privacy.

« Thank you » she answered back. Noticing his books scattered on the table, she asked « Were you studying? » 

« Yes, nothing that can’t be interrupted though, » He said, not wanting to let her know he had an exam the next day, lest she feels bad and leave his room. 

 « What were you studying ? ” she asked as she got out of her soaked dress.

« High Medieval History, I’m a first-year History and foreign languages student » 

« History AND foreign languages? You must either be very clever or very crazy for taking on so much work! » 

« Neither » he responded. «  just very passionate about the subjects I’m studying » 

« If you’re studying history then you must know of my boyfriend, he’s a fellow. »

« Yeah, I know him. Well, I know of him » he answered. 

« I’m all dressed »

Killian turned round. Emma had discarded her wet clothes and put on his cardigan. Nothing but his cardigan. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen was in his room, bare-naked under his cardigan. He realised his night couldn’t be any different to what he had planned or thought it would be. 

“I can't let you get out like this, you can sleep in my bed and leave tomorrow,” He told her, trying to sound casual when in reality he felt like he was losing his mind. Besides his attraction to her and his natural response to her half-naked state, not only did he have an exam the next day and needed to rest but also if someone found out he was hiding a girl, or rather a woman, in his room he could be expelled. 

“We've only just met and you’re already inviting me to your bed? I don’t even know your name Mr err… ?” She said cheekily. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that» he corrected, Scratching the back of his ears and embarrassed by the misunderstanding he caused. « It’s Mr Jones, Killian Jones. And Don’t worry, I'll sleep on the chair,” he answered extending his hand.

Emma shook it “My name is Emma Swan, and I can't let you do that, I can't take your bed, you were kind enough to let me in and let me borrow this jumper. Maybe we can squeeze on it, it looks spacious enough for the both of us ?”.

And that's how Killian found himself for the first time in bed with a woman, not exactly how he’d imagined it. They slept reversed from one another, his feet near her head and his feet near hers despite her protests but it was improper and he didn’t want her to think he was taking advantage of the situation. 

Please don't move, please don't move, he thought as he felt his most private parts come to life once more. I need to think of something else! Unfortunately, that’s when she curled on herself, touching him accidentally. 

« God! I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry, It doesn’t usually do that it’s… » He started but Emma cut him off « Don’t be! I feel very flattered by your body’s more than generous response. And I should hope it does that often » she teased him.

Emma could see shame in his eyes and decided to help him “Your accent... where are you from ?” 

“Ireland, My family and I moved not long after the treaty was signed. My mother got sick when I was 7 and she left us not long after”

« I’m sorry to hear that, you were so young. » after a minute, she asked «  So, does that make you British or Irish ?”

“On paper I'm British, but I was raised Irish” he confessed

“And how why did you come back to England ?” she felt fascinated by this gorgeous young man with a big heart and an even bigger smile.

“I got a scholarship so I came back to study”

“Oh so you're not just kind and good-looking, you're also very clever and have a more than a generous-sized reaction to my presence in your bed, what a catch!” she teased once more and she turned around and laid back down. « Goodnight Killian Jones! » She added before sleep claimed her.

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The next morning, Killian woke up to find Emma was gone. The only thing proving this meeting ever happened were the disappearance of his jacket and hat that were hung behind his door and a note on his nightstand signed « ES »

« Thank you Killian Jones »

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I think season 6 was the Jar of Mayonnaise. But like painful Mayonnaise 

A Brief History Of Once Upon A Time

Note: Contains possible spoilers for season 5 through to season 10!  …But probably not.

See the full-size image at my deviant art page (goofymonkey.deviantart.com)

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i spent precious time and energy this afternoon drawing captain swan as this weird stock image… 🤔

…. more to come, i think…

don’t repost pls

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hm, so, this was supposed to go with a oneshot for cssns, which i never finished and lost the inspiration to continue after 7k words (god) and even this artwork is unfinished but it’s whatever, i wanted to post it anyway as is.

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Lady Cassidy's Lover

Summary: 1919 England, Emma Cassidy, wife of a baronet, finds herself trapped in a loveless marriage after the war leaves her husband, Neal, paralyzed from the waist down and unable to produce an heir.

Despite the obstacles, she sticks by her husband's side at Goldby Hall, his family's estate, but when she meets former army lieutenant and Neal's aloof gamekeeper, Killian Jones, she feels curiously drawn to his distant blue eyes and quiet demeanor.

At first, she seeks him out for reprieve from her soulless, mundane existence at Goldby Hall, but what starts out as purely physical quickly turns into more than either of them expects.

But Emma is a baronetess, wife of an aristocrat and Killian is a working class servant. Their love affair is frowned upon, and she risks losing her title, her wealth and her position in the world by being with him. But she is determined to get her happy ending with the man she loves. Even if it means losing everything else in the process.

A/N: Despite Emma's last name and marriage to Neal, this NOT a swanfire fic! This definitely ends with Captain Swan so if you're expecting swanfire, this is not for you.

This is the Lady Chatterley's Lover au no one asked for. I had never read the novel but when I watched the newest movie adaptation (there are 4 that I know of), I simply had to write this for CS even though I already have a mountain of wips in my doc. This fic will mostly be following the 1981 and 2022 versions. If you haven't watched the 2022 version, I highly recommend it, if no other reason than to watch Jack O'Connell.

This fic deals with mature themes (some of which the book was banned for back when it was written), adultery, postwar, language, smut.

Hope you enjoy!

We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen—D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

Chapter One

Emma releases a heavy sigh as she slumps down onto the sofa, relieved the ceremony is over with. If only the day were done too, so she wouldn't have to be subjected to dancing and all the other useless traditions of a wedding reception. Now she has to listen to dreadful toasts and her and Neal's family drone on about how perfect she and her new doting husband are together.

"So, how does it feel?" One by one, her sister, Mary Margaret unbuckles Emma's shoes and pulls them off her tired feet.

Emma shakes her head. "I don't know. Ask me tomorrow." Perhaps then she'll feel differently about exchanging vows with a man she barely knows.

She and Neal had met and courted shortly before he was shipped off to war, and during his leave, he had confessed he'd hated being without her and asked her to marry him. She had said yes and they were quick to get married before he returns to the front. Their fathers may have had a hand in rushing things along as well. Britain declared war with Germany three years ago, heightening Sir Rumpelstiltskin's long-held desire to see his only son marry and produce heirs to their fortune.

Emma's father, Sir Leopold, wants her to have a stable husband, and who better than a man with a hereditary rank and title? She and Mary Margaret were raised in Kensington by Sir Leopold, a royal academician and their mother, Eva, a well-educated socialist, and had what one might call an aesthetically unorthodox childhood. They had been taken to Paris, Florence and Rome to breathe in art, and to the Hague and Berlin for socialist conventions where the speakers spoke in every civilized tongue.

Emma comes from wealth and Neal from aristocracy, so some could say it's the perfect match, except for the fact she has not known him long enough to truly love him. But from her perspective, this marriage is the perfect arrangement. The perfect way to get her father off her back about finding a suitable husband like her sister's. Furthermore, she does not have to worry about getting hurt by someone she does not love. She has experienced what it's like to lose someone she loves. She lost her mother ten years ago to illness and had to witness her father almost become a shell of a man without her. Emma made up her mind long ago she would never give her heart to a man. She would never submit to him emotionally.

She has been with men before, of course, but none she had loved.

A man is like a child, and if he doesn't get what he wants, he whines and fusses, exposing an unpleasant side of himself. But a woman can yield to a man without yielding her inner, free self. A woman can take a man without truly giving herself away. Certainly, she can take him without giving herself into his power. Rather, she can wield the power over him.

"You need to eat something."

"I need to get out of this dress first." She doesn't quite care for the high-waisted empire line, the tiered skirt made of dreadful lace or the sleeves that fall to her elbows. It reminds her of a tablecloth rather than a dress. Don't get her started on the extravagantly large bouquet of flowers that nearly touched the ground when she held it. And she'd tossed away the Juliet veil as soon as she had returned to the bridal suite.

Mary Margaret agrees as she takes her hand and pulls her up, helping Emma out of her wedding gown and into a simpler dress for the reception.

"How do I look?" Emma asks once she's in it, twirling around in the green dress to give her sister the full effect.

Mary Margaret smirks. "Well, I doubt Neal will want to stay long at the reception."

Emma's cheeks warm as she stands in front of the mirror and removes her earrings, replacing them with emerald ones that will match her dress. She and Neal have not even had sex yet, so tonight will be their first time. "You don't think his mother would've approved?" Neal's mother was the daughter of a viscount before she died.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure I do."

Emma rolls her eyes at her sister as she recoats her lips in red lipstick. "Are we talking about the dress...or the wedding?" Not everyone can find their prince charming as she did. Mary Margaret's marriage to David was definitely not forced or rushed. They are true love, as she always likes to boast. "We had to marry quickly before he returns to the front in the morning."

"Yes, but couldn't you have just had sex with him instead of marrying him?"

Emma laughs. "Mary Margaret! Be serious." She studies herself in the mirror, turning and running her hand over her dress, deciding to leave her blonde hair braided into a crown atop her head. She looks like herself, but somehow different now that she's married. She had honestly never thought this day would come.

"I am. It's much less commitment, and it's all Neal will want anyway."

"Neal's not like that. He's kind and thoughtful. He makes me feel safe."

"You mean safe from getting hurt?"

Emma looks up to see Mary Margaret's reflection in the mirror as the brunette narrows her eyes. But Emma knows she can't lie to her sister. Mary Margaret would see right through her. Emma stands and turns around to face her. "Precisely."

Mary Margaret places her hands on Emma's shoulders. "See, that's just it. If you never open that heart of yours up to anyone, you'll grow old and gray without ever experiencing the wonderful things life has to offer."

"I do experience the wonderful things life has to offer." Not that sex is really that wonderful. It has always been merely a way to let off some steam.

Mary Margaret tilts her head. "I'm not talking about sex. I'm talking about love."

The clearing of a throat interrupts their conversation when Neal steps into the room with a tray of three wine glasses. "I brought reinforcements."

The two women blush when they realize he must have heard the tail end of their conversation.

Mary Margaret goes over to Neal and grabs one of the glasses, taking a sip. "You read my mind."

"I nearly drank yours on the way up," he tells her, chuckling as he hands one to Emma and takes the other one for himself. Setting down the tray, he clinks his and Emma's glasses together. "Cheers."

"Cheers." Emma smiles at her new husband and takes a sip.

"Our fathers are preparing their toasts."

Emma groans, not looking forward to going downstairs. "Can we face them together?"

"Of course." He smiles at her, and she has to admit, Neal is not the worst man she could've chosen for a husband. He's handsome and charming, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiles. She can tell he cares for her. "You look beautiful, Ems."

She offers a smile in return. "Thanks."

After they finish their wine, she takes his offered hand, allowing him to lead her downstairs, where their fathers give speeches and announce their hope for a new heir to Goldby.

~*~

Two years later

Dearest Mary Margaret,

I knew the war would change us all, I just didn't know how much. It feels as though it ended half a lifetime ago, not half a year. Neal and I have already moved away from London, and we've just arrived at Goldby, his family estate. Once we get settled in, I expect to write to you often.

Your loving sister,

Emma

Lady Cassidy gazes vacantly through the window as the motor-car winds through the park of oak trees. The sky is about as gray and murky as the future, for who knows what tragedies it may hold. Clouds of smoke rise from the chimney of the pit in the distance where Misthaven village struggles to stay afloat beyond the park gates.

The car pulls up in front of the eighteenth century home made of brown stone that sits on the top of a knoll, overlooking the park. This is her new home in the smoky Midlands where she and Neal will finally begin their married life at Goldby Hall, the family seat. His father had died of heart failure, and Neal is now baronet. But he claims his father died of chagrin since he and Emma are without a child. And they most likely will be childless forever. Not only did they never get the chance to consummate their marriage the night of their honeymoon since she had been too exhausted and he had been too anxious about returning to war, they never will.

The chauffeur opens Emma's car door and grabs her luggage.

"Thank you." She steps out, taking in her new home. This place is nothing like her childhood house in London. Goldby certainly needs a lot of work.

The housekeeper, Mrs. Potts, who worked for Rumpelstiltskin, approaches with her husband to greet them. "Welcome, Sir Neal. We've been praying for you."

Mr. Potts helps him out of the car, picking him up and placing him into his wheelchair. An explosion during the war left Neal paralyzed from the waist down, and the doctor said he may never be able to walk again.

Emma tries not to think about that, however. She tries not to think about how she may never get pregnant or be able to give birth to a child as long as she's with Neal. She will never get to raise children or watch them grow up and run around the park at Goldby. She can't think of herself anymore though. She is married to a baronet, whom she vowed to have and to hold, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health until they are parted by death. After he returned from war, he told her he could never lose her, and she promised he never would.

She will spend the rest of her life keeping that promise.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potts, this is my wife, the new Lady Cassidy."

Mrs. Potts turns around to greet her with a curtsy. "It's so nice to meet you, milady."

Emma smiles, bows her head and steps toward her. "Nice to meet you."

Neal wheels himself over to his wife, and the four of them avert their attention to the worn-looking house towering over them. "There's plenty of work to be done," Neal comments. "Hire back all the workers we can, Mrs. Potts. Old girl's seen better days."

Emma places a hand on the back of his chair and tries to be optimistic. "We'll bring her back to life."

~*~

"Killian Jones." Sir Neal looks up from the application in his hand from where he sits at the other side of the desk. "You, uh, worked for my father before the war?"

"Aye, sir. For two years." When he returned, he heard Rumpelstiltskin had passed and that Neal would be taking over and hiring new staff.

"And you were an army lieutenant?"

Killian nods. "I was very sorry to hear about your father. My condolences, sir." He wishes he could say Sir Rumpelstiltskin was a good man, but that would be a lie. He was ridiculous, chopping down trees in the forest and weeding men out of his colliery to shove them into the war while he, himself, was a coward who stayed safe at home and buried his country in heaps of debt while claiming to be patriotic.

"Thank you." Neal looks at him skeptically. "Do you honestly believe returning to gamekeeping will be satisfying after your time as an officer?"

Killian shrugs, his fingers drumming along his wool cap. If he could, he would leave. Every night, he dreams of escaping to a new place where a new voice says his name with warmth, where eyes filled with love look at him instead of ones filled with hatred and betrayal, where he is not dismissed. There is no freedom here, there never will be. Milah doesn't love him, but nevertheless she holds him close. One more possession.

"Bit of quiet would do me good. I've seen enough of what war does to men." Not only had he seen men brutally die in battle, but his brother had been one of them. Every day, he tries to push away the horrific images that have plagued him since the war. Every day he tries to forget. About the war, about her. Being a gamekeeper, tending to the animals, breeding them, enjoying the quiet of the forest while protecting it will be therapeutic for him.

"Hmm. As have I." Sir Neal has learned firsthand what war can do to men. He himself was paralyzed from the waist down.

Rumors about his injury had spread before Neal came to Goldby.

Neal sets the application down and joins his hands on the desk. "Very well then. Welcome back, Mr. Jones."

"Thank you, Sir." Killian turns around and heads out of Neal's study, moving past the long line of men seeking employment. He was lucky the baronet had hired him so quickly, and he is grateful. Killian receives a monthly war pension, but since he and Milah are still legally married, she's entitled to half of it. So now he is stuck in Misthaven, barely skimming by to make ends meet while Milah prances around with various menfolk of the village, spending the money he had earned by going to battle and risking his life.

Now he spends restless, lonely nights in his cottage, thinking about his brother and the war and everyone else he has lost.

But at least he has Jolly to keep him company.

He returns home to his cottage, where she's waiting for him at the door. His lips crack into a big smile when he sees her. "There's my good lass." He kneels down to ruffle a hand through her fur as she yaps, wagging her tail excitedly.

She truly is a good dog and the best companion he could hope for. She's loyal and trustworthy and always appreciates his affections, unlike his wife who betrayed him to be with other men.

After everything that's happened, Jolly is the one good thing in his life.

All he has left.

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CS AU Demon Distraction: Modern disaster Witch!Emma and Demon!Killian for @cssns

Short ficlet + zoomed in artwork below cut! :)

(pls don’t edit/share outside of tumblr, thanks!)

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The Cheeky Gunner by @artistic-writer

Fanart for Fanfic for CS AU: The Cheeky Rescue

“Emma stared mesmerized at the way the salty ocean droplets beaded against his skin before running down the length of his body. His previously admired stance displayed the flex and strength of his legs, back, and buttocks as he manned the machine gun before him, the shockwaves of the blasts rippling through his muscles and causing droplets to fly off his nude form.”

CS AU: The Cheeky Rescue by @hollyethecurious​

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The Borders Around Our Hearts

Summary:

Killian and Emma meet in a Tavern in Misthaven and share a wonderful evening together, but both are keeping a secret. This doesn’t last long and when the secret is revealed sparks soon fly. What happens next sees us embark on the start of an adventure where futures are decided.

Notes:

This will be a smuffy story and one that will see our two favourite characters laugh, cry, argue and love each other fiercely.

It is very loosely based on the Benny and Bjorn Musical Chess, specifically alluding to three songs called “I know Him so well,” “Anthem,” and “Heaven Help My Heart.” Some of the lyrics feature in the conversations between Emma and Ruby, and Killian and Liam. I hope that those that know this musical appreciate the tone of the story. What started out as a one shot based around these three songs… let’s say the characters spoke to me and the story evolved. :)

I’d like to thank by beta reader @snowbellewells​ for supporting me with this. If her reactions to this are anything to go by, you are going to love this. :) I have three chapters fully written and edited - and a fourth to finish writing and get to her. This has been sat waiting to be posted for ages so I thought I would drop this surprise.

I’d like to dedicate the chapter to Joni…. those that know why, know… thoughts and prayers are with you and your son for a full recovery. I am always with you in thought and spirit if not in person. xxx

And now to the chapter. This is a light M - I have rated the overall story as an E for later chapters, just to be safe. Enjoy.

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Chapter One

Princess Emma of Misthaven had been sneaking out of the palace for as long as she was old enough to climb down the trellises outside her window. All she ever wanted to do was walk among the villagers and have some freedom from palace life.

It’s on one of these occasions that she finds herself wandering into a tavern. If she’s shocked by what she sees there she doesn’t let on. She sees a group of men surrounded by several ladies about to play a game she loves. Wanting to be a part of it, she takes a breath, and walks confidently over to them.

“What are you boys playing?” she says, sounding more confident than she feels, but stubborn enough not to back down.

Sharp, blue eyes snap up to meet her green ones. She can see him taking her in, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. Licking his bottom lip before he smirks and regains his composure, he raises an eyebrow and says, “Chess. Do you play…?”

“Swan. Emma Swan. And yes, I’ve been known to win a few matches in my time.”

“Fighting talk, Swan. I like it,” he replies, never taking his eyes off hers, but narrowing them slightly. It’s as if he knows her little secret. But he can’t, surely? She’s never seen him before; she would have remembered a face like his. Plus, she knows everyone who works at the palace.

Trying not to fold her arms across her chest in defiance, she stands tall, thrusting her chest out as she does. “I’m confident. Nothing wrong with that. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name… I’d like to know the name of my latest opponent.”

His eyes fall to her cleavage, before moving slowly back up to her mouth, and then her eyes, “Well, Love. That’s because I didn’t give it to you yet. But trust me I will give it to you…”

She looks at him eyebrows raised. “Firstly, I’m not your love. And secondly, I’m not like other women. If that’s what you’re after here, then I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

Emma stands up and starts to walk away, when she feels a large, warm but gentle hand on her wrist.

“Wait! I’m sorry, Swan. Can we start over? I can see you’re not like the other women here and trust me when I say, that’s a refreshing change. I can promise you, all I want is to play a game of chess. Would you join me, Emma? My name, by the way, is Killian.”

Emma feels herself calming again. She does like playing chess, and he does seem like a worthy opponent. She studies him again, this time taking all of him in. She notes the relaxed yet straight back; a military man perhaps? Well, if he’s only in this port for a little while, what harm could come from a quick game? Then she’ll go back to the palace… and probably dream of him and his blue eyes.

Killian stands there waiting patiently for Emma to make up her mind. He decides there and then that he would wait a lifetime for this woman, who he hopes to see more of, and not just in that way… although he certainly wouldn’t be opposed to that. He can only hope that his brother’s meeting with the King and Queen goes to plan. If it does, Misthaven will become his new home. He knows he should tell Emma who he is, and that he knows who she really is. He’s just about to when she gives him the answer he’s been hoping for.

“OK, Killian. I’ll play with you - a game of chess that is,” giving him a flirtatious look of her own.

All his previous thoughts are long forgotten as she sits down and starts setting the board up, the other members of the table giving up on Killian as soon as they saw he would only have eyes for her.

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Let’s get that “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind” thing and watch it “for the first time” 🥺🥺

Sometimes I just really miss the Captain Swan days. I miss the excitement of sneak peeks, of filming spoilers, of watching a new episode (even if it broke our hearts- I’M LOOKING AT YOU, FIREBIRD). I miss the camaraderie with the fellow shipmates, i miss all of it. They were the best and no one will compare ❤️

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I had to come here and throw this out there, my headcanon has always been that Killian/ Hook is Bisexual and that Killian Jones/Huntsman have a past… a very sexual past!

Anyone else like to think that ? Is there a sailing ship for these two ? Is there a sailing ship for Emma/Killian/Graham or has it sunk years ago ?

Does anyone know if I should/ know who to tag for the GIF ?

Am I going crazy in my apartment feeding 30 Cockatoos to prevent them from being mad at me and attacking me? Yes! Please save me😅

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My fic masterlist

Here I’ve listed all my fics - list is constantly updated. Here you find the summaries and ratings - fics without an M or E-rating are all G. The ff.net and ao3 links are included in every fic if you click on the link.

I tried to list them in a way that makes most sense… if you’re looking for more specifications like hurt/comfort etc., word count, just click on the link.

Multichapters (there’s only one so far):

Smooth Sailing (With A Chance Of Definite Passion) (M) Set post 3x22 - I wanted to explore the question where the relationship was going without obstacles like Elsa and Marian. Later, though, other obstacles might appear, because as we know - there’s always a crisis. My very first CS fic, 12 chapters.

Fics with three or more parts:

So Far And Out Of Sight (M in the epilogue) A post 3x20 canon divergence in five parts: Zelena’s portal never opens, and so Emma never has the revelation about missing her parents and Storybrooke being her home. She takes Henry back to New York, just like she’s planned, determined to go back to their life during the missing year. But with her blissful ignorance gone and Henry being less than cooperative, it’s not as easy as she thought. And then someone comes knocking at her door, determined to make it even less easy…

Cute Little Heartbreaker (M in part 4) Modern AU in 4 parts: Emma Swan is a vagabond. She never stays in a place longer than for six months. The night before the first day at her new job, she decides she needs a little distraction and walks into a bar looking for a one-night-stand and finds her object of choice in a good-looking guitar player. Oh, and he sings, too. From that moment on, nothing goes as planned.

Never Hurts (M in part 2) Modern AU in 3 parts, based on a prompt: We are coworkers who hate each other, but on the staff Christmas party you drunkenly confessed your feelings for me, and now I don’t know how to act around you (except, Killian knows exactly how to act). This is also a Christmas fic.

You Can Walk Under My Umbrella Modern AU: 3 parts, based on the prompt  “I forgot my umbrella and you offered to walk me home in the rain and I thought this would be the beginning of a cute love story but you’re really shit at this oh my god my shoulder is so wet, hold the damn thing properly wth man”

Neverland fics:

Sugar And Spice Killian is preoccupied that Emma endangers herself by eating something she doesn’t know. Turns out, actually it’s something he doesn’t know. Set somewhere pre-kiss.

Trying Something New The Nevengers have arrived on Neverland only shortly ago, when Killian overhears a conversation between Emma and her mother about whether it’s really wise to trust a pirate.

Fair Fight The day before the big showdown with Pan to get Henry back, he finally confronts Emma with the fact that her sword fighting skills are not as good as she thought. Is she willing to take lessons from him?

In Pain, In Need Set after Killian’s betrayal of Ursula. He returns to the accursed island full of more self-loathe than ever. Tinkerbell tries to help.

Not The Time To Be Jealous Observing a conversation between Killian and Tinkerbell causes Emma to think back to Neverland and her jealousy of the fairy. 

I Bathe Quite Frequently Emma goes to a lake to refresh herself a little before the final battle with Pan. Killian had the same idea, and she just can’t keep herself from watching. 

Christmas fics:

Since We’ve No Place To Go Modern AU: After a car accident in the middle of nowhere of rural Maine, Emma Swan almost freezes to death, but is rescued by a three-legged dog named Smee and his grumpy master Killian Jones who can’t seem to get rid of her soon enough to have his self-chosen hermitage back.

Pardon The Way That I Stare Modern AU: When Emma Swan meets Killian Jones, he seems to be too good to be true. Good she doesn’t have to ponder over it, but then she meets him again.

Home Alone or How The Grinch Found Christmas Modern AU: Emma Swan and Killian Jones both planned to visit their siblings for Christmas… both were thwarted by the weather. Does it have to be a lonely Christmas for them?

And A Teaspoonful Of Love The first Christmas Day dinner at Emma’s and Killian’s new house, and Killian and Snow get into a fight over the perfect recipe for Christmas Pudding. Will this end well?

Belated Gifts (M) Holiday smut about unwrapping the wrong gifts.

Never Hurts (M in part 2) Modern AU in 3 parts, based on a prompt: We are coworkers who hate each other, but on the staff Christmas party you drunkenly confessed your feelings for me, and now I don’t know how to act around you (except, Killian knows exactly how to act).

Mistletoe And Wine (M) More holiday smut. Emma is giving Killian a hard time while putting up their first Christmas tree. Until he has enough.

Let Your Heart Be Light Killian and Emma are about to celebrate their first Christmas together and realize that it’s their first truly happy one.

Dark One fics:

Dark One Lies, Dark One Tricks A spec fic about Dark Killian having a secret agenda, and that is to save Emma and destroy the darkness.

It Creeps Up In You The fight of the darkness Vs. the light inside Emma, a spec fic written from the darkness’s POV.

Broken Toy What if the Dark Swan wasn’t able to save Killian in time after he jumped off the roof in 5x08?

Exit Light, Enter Night, Take My Hand (M) Killian is still trying to find a way to save the Savior gone dark. A spec fic written before we knew that he was a Dark One, too.

Other one-shots or two-parters, smutty (some are M, some E, some in between):

In My Wildest Dreams Emma just can’t get enough of Killian - quite literally. And that leads to her having a dream. And it’s wild. But also loving. (This is a threesome fic, so skip it if that’s not your thing. But it only happens in a dream, if the sort-of-cheating aspect is what puts you off.) 

Corruption And Consequences Driving lessons taking a turn? Idk my dudes, this is basically pwp, slightly kinky.

In The Good Way Yes, this is what you think it’s about. Handcuff shenanigans at the sheriff’s station.

Just Another AU Emma Swan has a stressful job and a demanding family, and sometimes she just needs to unwind. Killian Jones is always willing to help out when he gets a distress call.

In The Wee Hours, part 1 Emma wakes up in the middle of the night, and well… she just goes with the flow. This is very tender pwp.

In The Wee Hours, part 2 Killian wakes up from a pleasant dream only to find he isn’t really dreaming. Still very tender pwp.

A Hard Day’s Night Emma sends Killian an indecent selfie, and like Regina once said: never thinking of the consequences…

Fuzzy Feelings A neat pile of smuff, Killian’s fuzzy butt is the heart of this ficlet.

Where We Belong Set between 5x21 and 5x22, pretending there’s at least one day of peace to breathe and take care of some wounds before hell breaks loose again. Killian and Emma deal with the aftermath of being the Dark Ones.

Do You Think Of Me? Killian comes home from a sailing trip unexpectedly early and finds Emma engaging in a little self-love.

Up To No Good Emma claims that Killian is predictable. But is it really wise to challenge a pirate?

Consider Living A Life During the peaceful 6 weeks: When Killian doesn’t show up, Emma goes looking for him nervously - and walks in on him when he’s just leaving the shower, seeing him naked for the first time.

It’s In His Kiss Killian’s fingers are even talented enough to braid Emma’s hair. And there’s more.

The G-spot Killian learns something new about the modern world every day. For example, what a g-spot is.

That Damn Bar Wench I Kissed What if Killian actually remembers the encounter of his past self with Emma in the Enchanted Forest?

A Birthday To Remember Emma finds out by accident when Killian’s birthday is. He doesn’t want any fuss over it. Emma and Henry are having none of that. Set in season 4, before Killian got his ship back.

A Few Planks, A Sail, And A Red Vest After Killian gets his ship back, he and Emma inspect it and, when Emma finds a certain garment she remembers, reminisce on their adventure in the Enchanted Forest.

All Of The Hell I Had To Walk Through Set after 4x11 - how it should have gone after Emma restored Killian’s heart.

Other one-shots or two parters, non-smutty:

It’s Forever A ficlet set roughly in the peaceful six weeks between 4A and 4B. Smee is surprised when his Captain approaches him for a chat.

What His Captain Needs A ficlet set in 3x17. After his unsatisfying talk with Killian, Smee watches his Captain from afar talk to Emma Swan and her son. And suddenly he understands a few things.

Lay Your Weary Head To Rest Missing scene from 5x21. Right before moving on from the Underworld Killian meets his father. Can they forgive each other and find closure?

Hook’s Smooth An ode to Killian’s body hair… and Emma’s obsession with it.

A Sorrow That Never Was Said Snow discovers something about Killian’s childhood and uses the occasion to assure him of his place in their family.

Not Today Killian’s state of mind right before he follows Emma through the portal in 3x21.

A Vision Softly Creeping Set post-wedding:  Killian keeps having nightmares he can’t quite remember. With Dr. Hopper’s help, he discovers one of the reasons for them, and that might require a painful, in-depth talk with Emma.

It’s You Set in 4x16: A continuation/divergence of the conversation Killian and Emma have about the wooden man child.

The Man You Want To Be Set after 6x10. Killian tells Emma story how he found out that he had a little half-brother. Yeah, painful. 

Thirteen Snow just wants to make sure that Emma is really happy. Slightly crack-ish fic about Emma being grilled by a curious Snow in the style of “Was there a goodnight kiss?” 

Privacy And Pancakes You’d think Snow has learned not to use her spare key. Well, she hasn’t. And this time, she brought David. 

Unhappy Beginnings During the peaceful 6 weeks after Gold’s banishment, Emma is determined to find out more about Killian’s beginnings.

Smiles A little 3x20 canon divergence where Killian is not left out at the hospital but is unexpectedly included.

The Past And All Its Scars After his return from Neverland, Killian finds that Emma has already packed away his belongings, and he’s upset. So much for always believing the best in him. A post 6x17 fix-it fic.

The Life That You’ve Lost Set in 3x12: A drabble about Emma’s thoughts and feelings right before she takes a leap of faith and drinks the stuff the weird leather-clad guy is offering her.

Family, Kind Of Alice Jones from Hyperion Heights, Seattle, comes to Storybrooke, Maine to finally meet the man who looks like her papa’s twin… and to hug the woman who saved his life.

The Way These Stories Go Set between 2x05 and 2x06: A glimpse into Killian’s thoughts and feelings during the walk from the ogre lawn to the beanstalk.  

A Part Of Something A post-3x20 canon divergence where Zelena’s portal never opens. Just when Emma has made up her mind about a possible future for herself and Henry in Storybrooke, she discovers that Killian is planning to leave.

Done With You While fighting Hook for the magical compass at Lake Nostos, Emma catches a glimpse of his soft side, and she thinks back to their last encounter in Rumple’s cell…

What This Family Does Killian comes back from Neverland, and some things should not be swept under the rug. Another 6x17 fix-it fic, because I felt that Killian deserved a little more than just being forgiven.

A Favor Returned Modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…

She’s A Marvel Killian wants to propose to Emma and is nervous about her reaction - but first, he has to seek approval from the other important men in her life: David and Henry.

Every Little Thing She Does Post Underworld: Emma’s magic goes haywire every time she and Killian get intimate, causing the power in Storybrooke go crazy. This doesn’t remain unnoticed.

All Hope Abandon Ye Who Enter Here The rescue mission for Killian shows up in the Underworld. But first, they need to convince him that they’re not just one of Hades’s cruel tricks. Written as a spec fic before season 5 aired.

Dexterity Devotee Just a little anatomy study of Killian’s hand.

Not Black And another anatomy study of Killian’s hair.

That’s What They Said It takes Killian and Emma a long time, for various reasons, before they say the three little words to each other. But not really.

Home A little ficlet about the 3x22 kiss from Killian’s POV.

Lullaby Emma wonders why her daughter always wants Killian to bring her to bed.

Persistence Killian and David are sharing a beer and memories about memory losses and how not to break them.

Home Again Cross The Sea Killian takes Emma and Henry on a sailing trip.

Blown Fuses Modern AU in 2 parts: Emma Swan and her son Henry are on holidays in a secluded beach house at Cape Cod, away from people, just like she loves. Unfortunately, there are other beach houses for rent, too, and Henry has taken a liking to their temporary neighbor.

Little Girl Lost While Killian and David bicker, they lose sight of more important things, such as their children.

When You Love Them And They Love You After Emma takes the darkness and disappears, Killian’s first impulse is to set sails and go find her. Mary Margaret wants to convince him that they have to do it together - as a family.

More Than Words Modern AU: After another breakup, Emma moves into a shabby apartment. Every night, she hears someone playing guitar and singing through the air vent. She never believed you could fall in love with a voice.

Save Me From The Nothing I Become Set in 2x14/2x15: What happened after Emma knocked Hook out in New York and chained him in a basement room?

Lie Down With Me A little daddy Killian ficlet.

Sleepless Emma can’t sleep, several talks she had with Killian are weighing on her mind.

Expecting Sequel to Sleepless: Killian’s reaction to Emma’s news.

Rotten A little 4x11 divergence where Emma defeats Gold and restores Killian’s heart and assures him that it is, indeed, not rotten.  

Black As The Devil, Hot As Hell Sequel to Rotten: Emma and Killian go on their second date. This time, the loft isn’t as crowded as the last time, and so she invites him in, for coffee.

[bananachickens]

I remember starting it in 2012 while on my way to Uni and how I got « hooked » too. I love your post, i find so much of myself in it ! I used to watch it with my boyfriend and theorise as well and I didn’t used to like Emma at all at the beginning. I remember the first time we saw Hook on screen though and I remember thinking « oh I hope we ser more of him » and then when we found out he was Captain Hook I thought « I hope they don’t change the actor ».

Once has always been with me through my difficult times and I was so emotional seeing it go. It could be sad at times but it was always uplifting and full of hope and magic. It was the only show of its kind (and will always be, at least for me)

My memories of the OUAT pilot (+ season one)

Ten years is a long time. I remember watching the OUAT pilot with my boyfriend (who is now my husband) because it was available early to watch via IMDB or some special deal. I remember being hooked, excuse the pun, because the story mashed up all these fairytale characters into one story, and introduced new original characters, Emma Swan and Henry Mills.

I also remember not really being a fan of Emma Swan. She was my least favorite character in season one, mostly because it frustrated me that there was all this evidence in front of about the curse being real but she continually denied it, and then season two happened and were introduced to Hook and learned a little more about Emma's background.

The thing about that pilot episode of Once, it was so magical and different from anything I had seen before.

Seriously.

Who would have ever thought to take all these characters we know from fairytales, mashing them all up together into one cohesive story? That had never been done before, to my knowledge anyway.

The other thing I remember about Once, is again, my boyfriend (who is now my husband), we were together as boyfriend and girlfriend for the ENTIRE duration of Once's on-air existence. He watched every episode with me, even the really bad, obviously plot-filler episodes. We both enjoyed Once for different reasons, we talked and theorized about what was going to happen, and likewise, see all the characters grow and change from the pilot.

Especially Jared.

Jared was 10 years old at the time that the pilot aired, and OUAT ended when he was a teenager, 17 or 18 years old. We saw him grow up on screen. It isn't easy being a child actor, but I feel like Jared handled that phase of his life very well.

I also remember loving Rumple's character in the beginning and slowly, growing to hate him as the series continued.

I also think, Once, is my last great fandom love. After Once ended, my attitude towards fandom changed. Being a part of the OUAT fandom is exhausting. There's good places to be, but there's a lot of toxic places too and it took me a long while to discern where those toxic places are and learn to move on and stay the hell away from them (oncepodcast.com forums!).

Fan community is important, and I learned how important that is when enjoying a show like Once Upon a Time. You have to find your community and places where you feel comfortable and happy. That is what I learned from being a fan of OUAT.

I don't think I'll ever love another show the way I loved OUAT. It wasn't always perfect, the writing was questionable at times, but I still loved my show.

I even wrote a whole True Love meta, all about how True Love is depicted, and I know I haven't posted yet and have fallen off from writing it, but I still think about it and posting it one way so everyone can read this thesis meta.

At the heart of OUAT, the show was about hope and true love, and finding your own happy ending. That's what made it so powerful. Because let's be real, the real world can suck a lot sometimes; but turn on OUAT and watch a random episode, you will likely feel better.

Because Once is about hope, and hope is powerful. That is why OUAT is still loved today.

[bananachickens]

Lieutenant Killian Jones on board of the Jolly Rogers talking to his fellow lieutenant, lieutenant Swan.