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fairytalesandtimetravel:

Once the Dawn Breaks – By the lovely @initiala​ on AO3 | FF.net

His lips brush her knuckles without thinking. “I’m right here, love,” he tells her, his voice cracking. “I’ll be with you the whole time, it’s alright to be afraid.”

She looks up at him, her eyes glassy and trusting, and nods […] as her eyes close.

There’s that odd, detached feeling again, like he’s watching this all happen instead of living it. His heart thunders in his ears and he feels cold, so cold. “No,” he whispers, feeling her grip loosen in his hands. “No, no you can’t–you can’t just–”

The black lines spread out across her chest and up her neck and he feels as if he’s drowning. Her hands go limp and he can’t think–he can’t fix this.

It was so much fun working on this absolutely amazing story and in the CSLB. I also got to collaborate with wonderful @delenafantasy​ , check out her awesome gift set that perfectly captures the feelings of this fic!!!

liloproductions:

Artwork | “Hold to the Memories, They will hold on to You” by @love-with-you-i-have-everything

Summary: When Killian jumps through a portal in answer of Henry’s desperate calls for help, Emma soon finds herself in a strange new town in Seattle with her daughter in tow, a husband and son to find, and a curse to break.

Rated: T

Read it on Tumblr AO3

Check out Michaela’s beautiful story for the CSLB with lots of family feels and of course Captain Swan in front and center. I really liked creating this artwork because it pushed me to improve my skills; the most tricky part was finding the perfect mini-Killian and thankfully it came out great.

Also, check out the companion artwork for this story made by @ansoliq

Thank you @love-with-you-i-have-everything for your words and guidance through the process of creating the art and to @captainswanbigbang for letting me be part of this mini-project

cocohook38:

“Killian blinks, slowly. His dark lashes lift—and his eyes are blue. Blue like the sea on a sunny day. Blue as the clearest summer sky.

A smile spreads across his face, and it’s like the dawn rising. Emma has no idea what the hell he’s grinning about; all she can feel right now is the cold misery climbing past her hips. The flow is now swift and certain, almost vindictive.

“You,” he says, and laughs, bright and carefree. […] Even though the water is still rising, color washes over his cheeks, chasing away the frost. He looks at her and grins, cocky and self-assured and vain as a rooster about to crow.
“You, Emma. Just you.”
“

The Path That Moonbeams Make by @madlymel

art (1) / Sketches