“You should start believing in ghost stories, Miss Swan – because you’re in one.”
When young Princess Emma found a pirate necklace on the baby rescued from the sea, she never expected years later to be swept into an adventure worthy of her favorite novels.
And she certainly never expected someone like the legendary Captain Hook.
A “Pirates of the Carribean” AU
Notes: Here is my offering for the CSSNS! Thanks to @amorecolorfulmoniker, whose pic set inspired this fic. Thanks to my betas, @gingerchangeling and @shireness-says who acted as a sounding board, a crying shoulder and grammar enforcers where needed. Thanks also to @slow-smiles, who created amazing art for this fic! (Go and see it after you finish reading, as numbers 7 and 8 are taken from this chapter) And thank you to @wingedlioness for making the amazing header!
Starting next chapter, I will update on Sundays instead of Wednesday as school is starting again. See you on the 2nd!
Emma looked out the porthole at the sun setting. McCullough had taken her to a cabin at the stern of the ship where she had been locked up since. She had exhausted herself screaming and hitting the door, begging to be freed, to leave, but to no avail. She had fallen into a fitful sleep soon after, just as dawn had shone bright and pink between the horizon and the clouds, bathed in warm and deep hues of pinks and reds.
Waking up hours later, Emma’s throat was parched and her stomach rumbling with hunger. Trying to distract herself from both sensations, she started exploring the cabin, discovering almost immediately that a jug of water had been left out for her. She eagerly slaked her thirst before resuming her inspection of her prison.She could see that while it was very spartan, it was also very clean, which was something, she guessed. The cabin was quite small, occupied only by a small bunk and an empty desk bolted to the floor. The drawers under the bed were empty except for an old ribbon that had been forgotten at the bottom, which Emma had used to tie her hair back.
The only personal effects in the room were a handful of books left on the ledge under the window. They were mostly old treatises, with the exception of one book of poetry, the initials K.J. written inside on the cover page in flowing letters.
Under the light of day, Emma had thought about the previous night’s events. She had been foolish to think that she was on the mythical Black Roger. After all, that’s all it was – a myth. It only existed in books and the fanciful minds of superstitious sailors, nowhere else. As she tried to convince herself, Emma ignored the little voice in her mind that added
And in the minds of gullible princesses, too
CS AU: Let Loose (witch!Emma and demon!Killian) for @cssns
This is a prequel to Demon Distraction! But it’s also technically part two of the story, with part one being the initial ficlet intro I posted in response to an ask. You don’t have to read that, but this part makes… a lot more sense if you do. Or, you don’t have to read any of it and just enjoy the artwork. 🙂
Ok, ok, this is the most wonderful shit ever and I’ve been tagged in beautiful posts and sent beyond sweet messages and I sooo wanna participate but I’m on holiday and I’ve been busy as hell recently and feel like I’m so behind with the fanfic reading. Buuuuut I can’t let this day go unmarked so this is gonna be a complete random selection of what popped into my mind and most of it is gonna be pretty old and I’m so so sorry that I can’t take the time to put each CS writer on this list cuz you fucking deserve it, you most precious beans. Love you all!! Now have a messy list of pretty old fic, hope you find some gem you missed!
I finished this last night around 2am because, man, could not stop reading. This is so fucking good. I don’t even have the words to express it, seriously. I freely admit that I rarely invest in 100k+ fics and gods, I’m so glad I did in this one. It is so worth it – the characterization, the emotions, the connection, the love. This is everything and so much more than I expected when I giddily sat down to see how damn delicious DarkSwan/DeckhandJones can be. Turns out – very.
Again, I’m not a time investor (I still have a couple of longer fics by this brilliant one) but this was so addicting! Once I started going through her fic list – I could not stop. There is a sense of admiration and love you can achieve for a writer and their work only when you see how much of it they have gifted you and how damn good it all is.
The one I’ve been meaning to read forever: @spartanguard‘s A Tall Tail series. OMG. I’ve been looking at all the gorgeous art and bookmarking every single story for ages! It’s that one treat that I know will be so good and I feel like I need to have a whole weekend with the most perfect weather and food set just for it. Reading this series is the present I need to make to myself ASAP!
The hottest shit ever: to the surprise of no one that would be @this-too-too-sullied-flesh and everything that comes from under her magical hands. Honestly, the sheer quantity and quality of the most delicious and emotional CS fic you can find on her blog is staggering. (Theoretically and A Hard Man is Good to Find are particular favourites)
The most beautiful and heartwrenching: @acrobat-elle‘s Make a Wish is everything I wanted after we got old!Hook. I do not know how to express the pure emotion in this fic. I was sobbing, literally sobbing while reading this. It is the mark of a true artist. (also I simply cannot mention Elle without reminding everyone that one of her first CS fanfics Pay It Forward will own my ass until the day I turn to dust)
The softest: Listen, if you ever feel down, all you have to do is go to @captainstudmuffin‘s blog. For one, Liz is a freaking angel. For another, her fics are pure gold. And that never applies more than when she is writing about the golden days of autumn. Just go ahead and save this one for Halloween from now and also basically read everything she has ever written.
The best guilty pleasure: Basically I stalk @killian-whump and @sherlockianwhovian‘s blogs every night. Every freaking night I go digging through their tags, uncovering more and more treasure. And if you like your Killian deliciously hurt but also taken care of I cannot make you a better gift than sending you their way.
The best fix-it fics: @laschatzi makes my dreams come true!! It’s just what she does. She is the absolute freaking best at giving Killian Jones what he deserves (the world, he deserves the world, you all). You should just go to her fic tag and read everything but particular favs of mine are Trying Something New and The Past and All Its Scars – the world is a better place for having those fanfics in it.
The forever fic: My memory is shit. I love fics with my entire being and then completely forget the title or where I found them and ugh, I’m the worst. But @weezlywrites‘s a one time thing and other untruths is my forever love. It is the first fic I always think of when making a rec list, nominating fics or anything CS fanfic related. It is the ultimate love of my fanfic life. I’m pretty sure that so is everything else written by this brilliant human.
I cannot express how much I want to go on and list every piece of absolute gold fic I’ve read but this what I gotta leave you with for now. Thank you, thank you, thank you to every writer in this fandom. You deserve all the love and respect!
Summary: Killian Jones hates being a vampire and has spent centuries living alone after being left behind by his makers. His present and his future are changed entirely when he meets Sheriff Emma Swan.
Notes: Thank you to Kayla (@allons-y-to-hogwarts-713) for the fab art and thank you to Krystal (@kmomof4) for organizing the event. Thank you to everyone for reading, hope you enjoyed the fic!
Rated T – Warnings: Sex references, blood drinking, vampire turning and vampire violence.
“Killian!” a voice called his name from somewhere nearby but Killian was reluctant to leave the peaceful darkness he currently found himself in. He wasn’t quite sure why he was so relaxed, but he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to open his eyes. He could feel himself sinking back into a deep sleep once more when the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted hit his tongue. He forced himself to wake from his slumber, greedily gulping down the coppery liquid. It was only as he opened his eyes and took note of his surroundings that he realized whose blood he was drinking – Emma’s.
Author’s note: And we’re back! Apologies if you’ve been waiting for this; I’ve been busy with the SJT and my @cssns fic (which has yet to post). But I wanted to give this one an update. I hope you like it!
Summary: Emma Swan stumbles upon one of her son’s Author experiments; she and Killian suddenly find themselves in Victorian London. How do they get home? And what does a young Queen and her Prime Minister have to do with it?
Melbourne laid his book aside, turning his attention to the
petite woman who paced nearby. Victoria was notoriously impatient, but he knew
this was more than that. They were waiting for Sir Robert Peel; the turncoat
had been summoned to the palace a few hours earlier. Melbourne was starting to
believe the man was keeping them waiting, on purpose. Either that, or he’d
already left the city like a coward. Killian had told him more about his
encounter with the man earlier in the day; it was impossible to predict how
Peel would react to being backed in a corner. For he undoubtedly was.
Melbourne did not doubt that—in Peel’s mind—he had good
intentions. As much as William disagreed with him politically, he believed Peel
cared about England. Enough to undermine his Queen, a queen he looked down on
due to her sex? Possibly. For there was no doubt in William’s mind that if the
monarch’s name was Victor instead of Victoria, none of this would be happening.
How a nation that gloried in the name Elizabeth could still be so backward
about the idea of a female monarch was beyond him. Victoria genuinely cared
about her people; her people were coming to love her as they should.
SMUT advisory! @spartanguard I am so excited to see what you have up your sleeve for this chapter. Thank you @hollyethecurious for beta services rendered. @kmomof4 CSSNS fucking rocks, thank you! I put in my cut line!!!!!!
Emma was woken by loud pounding on her door and two concerned voices yelling her name. Rising from the couch she squinted at the blazing sunlight filtering in through her window. “Coming!” she shouted with annoyance.
“Oh my god, Emma! Where the hell have you been?” Mary Margaret’s words were as strong as the hug she wrapped Emma in. “We’ve been so worried.”
David hugged both women, sighing in relief, “Thank god, you’re okay.”
“I’m fine guys.” Emma broke away from the group hug, and sheltered her eyes while walking to the window to draw the curtain.
“Where were you?” Mary Margaret pressed.
“Wait, how’d you know I was back?”
“Your car is in the driveway,” David said as if it should be obvious.
Emma’s eyes went wide, before quickly schooling her features. “Geez, I’ve been gone like a day. I went for a hike after my appointment and got stranded in the rain, I decided to find high ground and rough it.” She immediately regretted mentioning the appointment when she saw both of their eyebrows raise in expectation.
“So? What’d they say?”
“I have uh… it’s just a vitamin deficiency. In fact, that reminds me, I have to go pick up my prescriptions.”
Summary: The plan is a risky one: travel to a faraway kingdom and ask a powerful witch for help. As far as Princess Emma is concerned, though, it’s the only way to save her own life, and she isn’t about to let any kidnappings stop her. Rating: M (barely) AO3:1 – 2 – 3 Notes: So, my hiatus is at an end! I’ve been working on this story for a while, and thought it would make a good way to return to fandom.
This is dedicated to the entire CS Hub Discord; the community I’ve been a part of there has been incredibly supportive and wonderful, and I’m really glad to rejoin them post-hiatus.
In particular, this is for @winterbythesea, @mahstatins, and @katie-dub; I’m not sure if y’all remember discussing this fic prompt ages ago, but I started working on it then and never forgot about it. I hope you like it!
And finally, massive thanks to @lifeinahole27 for beta-reading. Not only did you help me figure out that one section I couldn’t quite get right, but whenever you beta-read for me, it always makes my writing so much better. ❤
Crown Princess Emma of Misthaven emerged from the royal library covered in dust and anxious beyond reason. As she rushed to her chambers, the torches along the walls flickered in her wake. She was too apprehensive to care that they did so in the absence of any drafts.
The threats from Camelot had grown worse over the last several months, and the two kingdoms seemed destined for massive, bloody conflict. Camelot’s king, Arthur, had only become more and more ruthless as time wore on, and Misthaven was running out of options. Diplomacy continued to fail, and with Arthur’s superior navy, Misthaven would almost certainly lose the inevitable war.
Emma had spent her entire life training for this sort of situation. This would be her kingdom to run someday, after all, and it was her duty to aid her parents, Snow White and David as they decided what to do to protect their kingdom and end the threat.
Right now, the biggest issue that her parents were facing was the suggestion from their top advisors that they consider allying with a neighboring country in order to fend off Arthur. It would have been a reasonable suggestion, except that any neighboring country would insist on using the one weapon that Snow White and David had expressly forbidden:
Author’s note: As many of you have guessed, Emma is suffering from post partum depression. At least, the Enchanted Forest version of it. They don’t have modern mental health diagnoses and treatment, so they don’t call it PPD, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. I meant to mention it sooner, just to clear it up. It’s just one aspect of this story, but it features heavily in the early going. Having True Love doesn’t mean your troubles are over, right? I hope you enjoy this update. 🙂
Summary: Sequel to Only for One Night. The Dark One is still at large. As Emma and Killian adjust to parenthood, can they find a way to defeat him and not lose themselves in the process?
Emma threw her husband a scowl, snatching up a nearby tin
cup. Precious cool water glided down her throat; she was parched. When Killian
first suggested he join her training, she thought it would be fun. He loved
watching her fight back when they sailed on the Jolly. They often fought side by side or back to back on the deck
of some prize; it had never failed to make him hot and bothered. She lost count
of the times they tumbled into the captain’s quarters, pawing at each other.
Against the door, the desk, the ladder, the bunk, any flat surface would do. He
simply had to have her.
She loved him like that, wild and desperate for her.
This wasn’t a Killian she was very familiar with, barking
orders at her. And it was her fault. She’d asked
him not to go easy on her. To work her just as hard as he would one of his
crew. She was serious about this. Emma had never been some damsel in distress;
her father started teaching her swordplay from a young age. Of course, that was
the way of knights and honor; the man she loved was a pirate. Emma knew how to
take care of herself; she was just out of practice. She was learning that
practicing with Killian was much more difficult than practicing against some
dummy.
Sequel to The Swan Princess . Takes place right where the first one left off.
RATED T: LANGUAGE AND SOME VIOLENCE.
WORDS: 9505
I wasn’t planning on doing a Part 2, but here we are. I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you so much to the Colin to my Sean, @pirateherokillian, for reading this over for me. ❤
Emma’s known from a very young age that she wasn’t like
other animals. There was something inside of her that always felt a little… off. Sure, she looked like other
swans, but whenever she tried to communicate with them, they would merely
squawk at her and she’d always end up utterly confused. Whereas with the
humans, she never had trouble understanding them, and despite not being able to
speak as they did, their language was as clear as the sky after a storm.
It All Starts With a Dance 