beyond the horizon→ by @alexandralyman

He rounded a bend in the stream and stopped. The narrow waterway turned into a large pool, almost perfectly round, fed by a waterfall that fell from a rocky cliff rising sharply out of the ground. Bright green moss clung to the rocks and large flowers sprouted from the banks in a riot of colour, all shades of pinks and purples and yellows. 

“Pretty, isn’t it?” she said, turning around. She had picked one of the purple blooms and tucked it behind her ear.

between heaven & hell→ by @alexandralyman

They burned together, infernal fire fanned by divine incandescence, locked in an embrace of light and dark that were never meant to touch. As the pleasure crested and he came at last with a hoarse shout of, “Emma!”, half curse and half prayer, he wondered dimly if he really wanted to corrupt her or if he hoped she could save him. Even though he knew that was impossible. Angels could fall. But demons could never ascend.

captain swan + st. patrick’s day   

cracked mirror → by @aloha-4-ever​​

They were in a kind of flowery bower with shady trees, their branches swaying in the gentle breeze. As Killian and David made their way to the main building, they heard the sound of someone humming a melody. Killian and David glanced at each other, alert.  They scrambled to hide behind a tree, and peered through the foliage to see who it was.

It was Emma. She was wearing a delightful fur cape, and happily humming to herself as she plucked flowers and deposited them into a charming little wicker basket swinging from her arm. There was a sense of lightness and innocence in her demeanor. Killian’s heart skipped a beat. She looked breathtaking, and just like an enchanted princess!

cracked mirror → by @aloha-4-ever​​

When the Evil Queen twists the Genie’s Wish to send Emma away from Storybrooke, Hook and David find a way to follow her to a Realm created by the Genie’s magic. There, they encounter alternate versions of themselves, which force them to do some soul-searching of their own. This is a canon-divergence fic of the Season 6 Wish Realm episodes. This story is for you if you enjoy Captain Charming, Captain Swan. 

Special thanks to @clockadile - who was amazing in any way possible - we collaborated on this artwork and we are so excited to finally share it with all of you!

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ends, ways, means, risk → by @blessed-but-distressed​

She could feel herself reaching for him, but this time, it was Killian who put on the brakes, clasping both of her hands tight in his instead. “No,” he murmured, smiling at her little huff of frustration. “I don’t want you to do or say anything just now. Take some time. I’m not telling you all this so you’ll feel obligated to be with me. I’m telling you so you understand. Do you?”

Did she? It wasn’t like the concept of love as sacrifice was new to her. She had a kid, after all. She understood the impulse. But knowing how much he wanted the job, about how much he needed the money… She felt unworthy. Undeserving.

Here he was, putting it all on the line, giving her everything she wanted. Everything. And she’d never even told him-

ends, ways, means, risk → by @blessed-but-distressed​

Emma Nolan was beginning to suspect her dad had some kind of sixth sense where she was concerned. A Dad Sense, even. A Dad Sense that somehow always knew when his daughter was about to get laid. Why else would he be calling her now?

It was Sunday morning, still early. She was kid-free. She had the entire weekend off after coming off a rough two weeks of double shifts. There was absolutely no reason for her dad to be calling her, but especially not right then, not right when the stubbly kisses grazing her thigh were finally, finally nearing their intended destination.

Goddammit.

the fatherhood of killian jones (or how captain hook found his happy beginning) → requested by @aloha-4-ever

Killian reached the tower by the afternoon. His plan was to look carefully through the tower room to see if he had missed any clues as to his daughter’s whereabouts. The long and arduous climb to the top certainly felt easier now that he had his younger body back (he was still getting used to that). When he hooked his namesake appendage on the windowsill and swung himself into the room, Captain Hook received his first shock of the day. Standing in the middle of the room, a trembling hand holding his daughter’s cutlass, stood Princess Emma.