Tomorrow, @lasslunaâ will be dropping her Legend of Zelda AU, Swanâs Hourglass with artwork by @eastwesthomeisbestâ. Here is a little snippet! Be sure to give her lots of love!!
Emma Swan had a mission. Find a place to start New Hyrule, her kingdom apparently. It was her mission as Princess or Savior or whatever. Itâs going terribly if sheâs honest. No one ever gave her Princess or Savior lessons growing up. She really has no idea how to be a Savior. She doesnât even really want to in the first place. But when the Demon Ship kidnaps her son and she gets stranded on a strange island with only an old woman and peppy fairy for help, Emma will have to do what she has to do to rescue her son, even if that means putting a certain self-proclaimed pirate captain in his place.
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Its a brand new day, (itâs never too late to start)
Here is my second of two art pieces for the Valentineâs Day 2020 event for @csrolereversalâ! This one is a lot lighter this time with candy, paper, cookie, and coffee hearts instead of real ones this time.
The lovely @lasslunaâ wrote a wonderful, adorable, two-part CS coffee shop au fic to accompany it. She posted part one so far which Iâll link below, and if youâre seeing this on a reblog, check back with the original post for an updated description with links to both parts when she posts part 2.
Hereâs the summary from her post:
All Killian Jones wants is to survive this February as painlessly as possible. Hopefully without telling his best friend he loves her. That would be a disaster.
Itâs made all the more difficult when he gains the attention of a secret admirer.
Asdfghjkl here are the fic links: FFN, Ao3, tumblr. ch1
AN: Hi @bleebug Merry Christmas Eve! Itâs me, your Knight Rook Secret Santa! I had a lot of fun conversing with you through asks. I hope you like this little story.
Itâs Christmas time, but despite all of Killianâs planning for giving his daughter the best Christmas yet, things still donât go as plannedâŚ
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âPapa! Papa!â Did you feel that?â
He blinks, feeling shaken awake suddenly.
âPapa are you awake?â He smirks at the blonde lass doing the shaking. He isnât exactly surprised; especially since he sees Alice, practically bouncing on her feet, still in her nightgown, illuminated by the candle by the bed.
âNo.â He responds, closing his eyes but he canât help the grin.
âBut you responded.â She points out, he can practically hear the eye roll from her, and sheâs nearly 10 years old, filled to the brim with attitude.
Liam would say she acts identical to how he was at this age.
âPerhaps I am awake then Starfish.â He murmurs snapping one eye open. âThe question is why are you? The sunâs not even up.â He asks, maneuvering out of his hammock. In one swift movement he grabs his daughter, making her shriek and laugh as he tickles her.
âDo you feel that?â Alice asks between laughs. He stills, trying to understand what she felt.
A shiver crawls up his spine.
âItâs cold.â She announces with a smile.
âOh?â He replies, already knowing where her mind is going. âAnd what does that mean darling?â
He smiles grows wider. âChristmas Papa.â She insists, like itâs completely obvious. âChristmas is coming!â
//
Considering Alice was trapped in the tower, Killian always tries to come up with ways to keep her happy and entertained. He hates that every day was so monotonous for her so he decided to come up with as many special days as possible. They had a holiday for just about anything he could think of. Some days were Mr. Rabbit birthdays.
(He was from Wonderland so he had birthdays several times a year according to 5 year old Alice.)
Other days were silent days, where they tried their best to be as absolutely quiet as possible. An extra hour is added to her bedtime is added if Alice won.
There was a Tea Day, Pirate Day, Papaâs Day, Daughterâs Day, Marmalade Day, anything she could think of, he tried his best to make happen.
However, of all the holidays they had, Christmas had to be Aliceâs favorite.
Sheâd read about it in a book when she was young, a holiday from a realm Killian himself had never visited and became absolutely obsessed with it. Therefore they had to celebrate it as well. Killian would never pass up an opportunity to make Alice happy. So he did a bit of research on âChristmasâ through a bunch of stories and fables.
âWhen do you think Christmas will be here?â Alice asks jumping up and down. Theyâd decided that Christmas was the day that snow fell around their tower, usually occurring a few weeks after it starts to get cold.
Killian shrugs. âItâll get here when it gets here.â He assures her. âIn the meanwhile, why donât you get me your favorite book, and Iâll make us some tea?â He asks.
Killian isnât surprised at all when the book she picks is a Christmas book.
Within the next few weeks, Killian plans for the special holiday, trying to find the best things to make Alice really enjoy it.
First off, heâd found a new set of books, a brand new chess set (as they had several missing pieces, slowly being replaced by random do-dads they found) and best of all, heâd found a sorceress who would make a charm to let it snow inside for a bit.
Secondly, heâd found a tree big enough for Alice to decorate, but small enough that he could haul it up to her in the tower. It wasnât exactly a pine like in all the books, but Alice always loved their make-shift Christmas tree.
It wasnât exactly practical, but Killian would gladly clean up puddles of waters if it meant Alice got to really feel snow for once.
It would be absolutely perfect.
âIâm almost done with your present Papa!â Alice says smugly, ink smeared on her cheeks and splattered on her dress.
âOh really?â he asks. She nods excitedly. âIâm sure Iâll love it.â He says taking off his jacket and putting it on its hook. The tower seems warmer than it should. However, he notices Alice wrapped up in her favorite wool blanket.
âFeeling alright sweetheart?â He asks. He always worries over the possibility of Alice getting sick. He knew from experience that neither healer, nor a midwife would dare come near the tower. There was a bug going around in town, so heâd hate to transfer it to his girl.
Alice nods. âOf course Papa.â She confirms. He places his hand on her forehead and feels her temperature. She feels perfect.
âAre you alright Papa?â She asks.
Killian nods. âOf course.â However, maybe he was a little tired from the walk from the village, heâs usually fine, but Killian wasnât as young as he used to be. He knew he was aging, saw the streaks of white in his hair, heâd jokingly blame Alice for it, her and her tendency to climb on the shelves as a toddler.
Perhaps he just needs more sleep. Heâd feel better in the morning.
//
Perhaps he was fine then, but the next morning, he felt a bit less than fine. His throat felt soar and talking just made it worse. He also had a splitting headache.
Also, when had it gotten so cold in the tower?
Getting up that morning, Killian felt every day of his 300 years and it was awful. He could barely remember the last time he felt this way, sure he knew he was getting older, naturally older, but still. Despite it, he got breakfast ready for Alice before she woke up. Today was the day Alice finished making her decorations and heâd go haul the tree up to her.
âPapa? You donât look so good.â She points out; a frown on her face.
âIâm fine Starfish.â He assures her. She shakes her head, bounds up to him and places her small hand towards his face. She pulls back sharply.
âPapa, youâre really, really hot.â She points out. âYour eyes are red and you sound funny.â
He shakes his head. âIâm fine Al, donât worry, just didnât get much sleep last night.â Itâs a lie, he had been surprisingly tired the night before, had gone to bed nearly immediately after Alice.
She doesnât seem so sure, watching him quizzically (reminding him of Liam with that look of theirs) until he finishes making her breakfast; oatmeal with blueberries. Once she has her food, she is completely enwrapped in her food.
She doesnât at all notice Killian check on the make shift pulley on the tower, nor descend down the tower far slower than usual. Killianâs coughing and wheezing by the bottom, feeling completely drained by the effort.
Perhaps thereâs possibly a problem. Killian thinks to himself, leaning against the cool stone. Perhaps Papa isnât truly invincible. He shakes his head.
He has to get the tree, itâs only a ways away; he reminds himself. The last thing Killian wants to do is disappoint his daughter on Christmas. Alice waits all year long for this day, for these events. After all Alice is prevented from doing, Killian refuses to be the cause of any more pain.
So he does what he has to do, he pulls himself forward to find the perfect tree and get it to his Starfish.
//
Perhaps it would have been best to get a smaller tree. Killian muses. Heâd imagined it smaller.
Or heâs just getting old and frail and sick. Captain Hook could lug two of these trees double the size without breaking a sweat. Killian thinks bitterly. Itâs a toxic line of thinking, but he just canât help it. He can barely move after lugging it through the entire forest on his back, now the idea was using the pulley to bring it up the towerâŚ
He looks around, then up at his daughterâs worried face.
âAre you ok Papa?â She calls.
Heâs fine. He can do this.
Killian secures the tree tightly with various knots and loops, and then begins pulling the rope. He has it secure around his hook, using his entire body to haul the tree up. Itâs a slow long process but not an unusual one. He does this occasion when he gets large amounts of supplies from the local village. Those were often heavier than this tree.
Heâs nearly at the top, so close; he can see Aliceâs smiling face. He can imagine her dancing and laughing around the tree as they decorate it, humming lyrics to songs theyâve never heard; making up the tunes as they go along.
Killian can see Alice pressed against the barrier, trying to reach out and help the tree along, its so close.
He doesnât know if itâs the exertion, or the cold that causes it, but then he starts to cough. It was the body jerking kind of cough. It was all it took for him to lose his focus and the tie around his hook to slip off.
He didnât even need to look up to know what the terrible crash he heard was from. His heart practically shattered in his chest as he saw the perfect little tree reduced to splinters by a mere slip of the hand.
Alice was looking down at them looking absolutely devastated.
âIâm so, so sorry Al.â He calls up to her. âIâll go find another one!â He assures her, already thinking where he could go to find a better tree. It was a bit farther but he could do it, he coul- He was interrupted again by a wave of coughing that shook him to the core.
âPapa!â Alice shouts, he can see her banging on the barrier, each hit making the magic appear briefly. âCome home.â She insists.
âThe tree-â
âCome home.â She says sternly. Â âPlease Papa.â
Killian could never resist a âPlease Papa.â So he does make the climb, during which, he almost loses his balance a few times, almost becomes a pile of splinters himself.
He staggers inside, gasping and grateful for the towerâs warmth. Alice collided into him, making him lose his balance.
âIâm so sorry Alice.â He insisted. âI can go back and get another tree; we can still have a great Christmas.â He didnât want to disappoint her. He couldnât bare it.
But Alice shook her head smiling. âYouâre sick Papa.â She reminds him.
âIâm fine Al.â
âPapa, you always tell me that no matter how much I deny it, the truth is the truth.â She says, sounding way too smart for her own good. âYou need to rest. We can have a great Christmas without a tree.â
He could see her mind already racing. âAre you sure?â He asks again.
She nods, pushing him towards her bed.
âAlice, I have my own bed I canâŚâ But she was insistent, even at 10 years old.
âYou need a proper rest if youâre going to get better. Iâll take the hammock, Iâm a big girl Papa.â Perhaps it was a testament to how badly he was feeling that he let his ten year old take care of him. He let her help him with his coat, and tuck him into bed.
It reminded him so much of her namesake.
Killian doesnât remember closing his eyes. He just remembers opening them and seeing, where there once was a list of chores painted on the walls, now was a painting of a large Christmas tree in various shades of green.
(He had a feeling she did that on purpose)
//
He could barely move the next day, his breathing was worse, and according to Alice he felt hotter than the day previous.
Alice to her credit, refused to let him out of the bed, she made him tea and marmalade sandwiches.
âWeâre going to get you all better Papa.â She insists, as he lays back and watches her decorate her tree. Her hand made ornaments secured with pins and glue. Garland made from paper and paint rather than cranberries as they were far too heavy for the pins and the glue. âAnd we can still have Christmas.â
He smiles and laughs at how much fun Alice is having. He thinks perhaps he hasnât ruined everything. Â By the time Alice is finished, the tree looks absolutely beautiful.
He knows heâs too sick to go back into town for the new chess set, but at least he has the charm and the books, Alice can play in the snow right here inside and she could read the books while he cleaned up the water. Killian knows sheâll love it.
âHow are you feeling Papa?â Alice asks after a bit, âI can warm up some broth.â She offers.
He shakes his head, he feels fine. He feels perfect here with AliceâŚ
âPapa, youâre still really hot.â She sounds worried, but Killian canât imagine why. Milah comes over, tucking Alice close to her.
âHeâll be fine Alice, he just needs rest.â She assures her. But Alice doesnât look satisfied.
âMilah?â He calls. For some reason he doesnât think Milah should be here, but he canât remember why. Sheâs as beautiful as ever, looking every bit The Pirate Queen.
âMilahâs not here Papa.â Alice assures him. âPapa, itâs just the sickness talking, you need to tell me what to do to make you better.
âJust let him rest sweetheart, your father will be fine with a little rest.â Milah says, she takes his hand and holds it tight, he doesnât want to let go. Heâs so tired all of a sudden⌠âYouâve raised a beautiful young girl Killian.â
âJust let me rest Alice, Milah is hereâŚsheâll watch over meâŚâ He repeats. Milah never used to leave his side. Back beforeâŚbeforeâŚ.
âShe looks so much like you, sheâs strong and resourceful, she can handle anything the world throws at her.â Killian nods in agreement.
âWhereâve you been Milah?â He asks, because seeing her here reminds him how much heâs missed her.
âJust watching over you my love. Youâve suffered for so long, but finally you found peace havenât you?â He shakes his head. There is no peace, not in this tower, not without being freeâŚ
âPapa? Sheâs not here. Papa. You need to stay awake and tell me what to doâŚâ Alice says, she sounds frantic, but he canât imagine whyâŚ
âThen letâs be free Killian.â
âPapa?â
âPapa!â
//
Killian is cold when he wakes. And wet. Itâs an odd sensation if heâs being honest.
âPapa?â He blinks and it takes a moment to open his eyes.
Itâs dark out. He didnât remember it getting so dark. He blinks again and he sees Aliceâs face in his view, sheâs putting something on his head, itâs we and dripping, but also strangely solidâŚlikeâŚsnow?
âStarfish?â He responds. Sheâs drenched, bundled up in his pirate jacket. Her eyes are red and tear streaked. But sheâs smiling now.
âAre you with me Papa?â she asks.
âWhere else would I be?â Because Killian doesnât exactly understand what happened, how did it become night time and why is there snow in the tower?
However, he sees the blue charm around Aliceâs neck and the reality hits him suddenly. âYou were burning up.â Alice insists. She sounds hurried and scared. âIâm sorry for riffling through your things, but I didnât know what to do, you were talking to Milah and then Liam and then even someone named SwanâŚâ
His fever must have been really high if he was talking to birdsâŚ
âI found this and it was so cold, but when I touched it there was Snow everywhere!â She admits with a grin. He could only imagine the face she had when she saw it. âI used it to cool you off. Iâm sorry, I know you were saving it for something, you must have been for it to be in your super-secret pocket of your jacketâŚâ
âHow did you know about that?â
Alice rolls her eyes. âYou used to hide candy in there Papa, of course I found it.â His clever girl.
âIâm so sorry Alice, that was supposed to be one of your Christmas presents.â He admits. âThe other is in my other jacket pocket.â He explains because if the charm was ruined, at least she could have the books.
âYou mean these Papa?â Alice asks, picking up a wet stack of books, edges ruined by water; because of course that had to get ruined too. âItâs alright Papa only some of the bages got damaged, we can write in all the missing words. Theyâll be our own stories!â She says excitedly, practically beaming.
His beautiful girl, always trying to see the best of every situation, he smiled at her optimism.  âI thought you deserved to have a day in the snow for once, but you had to use it to help me, I destroyed the tree and your presents are back in townâŚâ He trails off. Heâd ruined everything.
Alice shakes her head.
âPapa the only thing I need to have a good Christmas is you.â She says burrowing into him. âI was so scared that you wouldnât wake up Papa, that Iâd be alone. You being my Papa is the only thing I need.â Killian hugged her back, bringing his precious daughter close.
âYouâre the only thing I need to Starfish.â He assures her.
âDo you think I can give you my present?â She asks with a hesitant voice. He nods.
âOf course darling.â
Alice goes to the shelf, fumbling to climb to a hidden nook she keeps; and pulls out a box, wrapped with her drawings and tied with a string. She places it in his lap.
Killian tries to be careful; keeping his snow drenched hands from damaging any of her pictures and carefully unwraps it.
Itâs their chess set, but all the pieces are there. âDid you find the missing pieces?â He asks in surprise, picking up a black rook which he knew for a fact had been missing for months.
âNope.â
He feels it in his hand and then he realizes. âYou made it out of clay.â He turns it over, seeing her name etched in the bottom.
âThe knight was the hardest one, but I like how it came out.â She insists. He picks that up as well, a white one this time. Sheâs right; it looks remarkably similar to its counterpart.
Sneakers. I basically want to be buried in my sneakers. I feel so much faster and stronger when Iâm wearing them. STUBBED TOES ARE IMPOSSIBLE!
23. Describe your dream date
A day in Disney World, probably the Magic Kingdom! Could you imagine it? Going on rides together, having someone to talk to in the lines, cuddling as we watch the fireworks, singing the songs that play in the park? That is perfection.
25. what color socks are you wearing?Â
Black with gold on the toes! Iâm pretty boring because I basically wear black socks every day because I tend to wear dark sneakers.
27. do you have a job? what do you do?Â
Yes! Currently, I handle data entry for a cable company! ...Believe it or not, itâs harder than it sounds. XD
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Emma was not in the mood for teasing. She was not in the mood for a pirate genie to mock her food habits. And Emma was certainly not in the mood for wishes.
Baby Thereâs a Price to Pay (Iâm a genie in a bottle) by @lassluna
Hello again everyone! Please help me welcome @lassluna to the CSSNS!!!
Iâm so excited to welcome Kaitlin to the event this year! Everyone go say hi!
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@lassluna
How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?
Since season 5
When did you start shipping Captain Swan?
I saw a bunch of youtube videos and I thought they were beautiful.
What drew you to this event?
I LOVED reading all the stories last year and promised myself this time I'd participate!
Who/what have you beta'd before, or is this your first time? Feel free to give as much info as you like.
I betad a few times for Onceoverthinker for the falling for CS event and I loved it. So I thought since I don't have time to write, I could try betaing again.
What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?
I'm looking forward to reading all the great work at the end and knowing I had a part in helping out.
Cinnamon was the fic that Kaitlin betaed for the @fallforcs event last fall and it was wonderful!!! Iâm very excited to see what her partnership with @jarienn972, dropping in July brings us! Everyone go welcome her to the event and say hi!
Wish Hook gets his heart poisoned and he is PISSED!Â
He canât take his anger out on that asshat Gothel.
But he CAN take it out on Ahab.
And thatâs EXACTLY what he does.
The POV for this could work for either Killian or Ahab since the framing for this would be dark and sad but not really all that much on Killianâs side. Like, this is clearly over the line of acceptable, but given the circumstances, one can completely see where heâs coming from.
ANYWAY!
Killian storms into the bar where he saw Ahab earlier and there is just murder in his eyes. And even though there are a bunch of witnesses, he just has at Ahab. His rage fills him with superhuman strength. Ahab can barely fight him off and what fight he does put up doesnât last. Killian pushes him against a wall and does what he only wished he could do to all those who have wronged him -- stab him in the heart with his hook. Itâs bloody and freightening. Killianâs screaming -- at first curses for what he did to Alice, but it gradually becomes incomprehensible. Ahabâs crew wonât even attempt to fight Killian off. When Ahabâs finally dead, Killian almost lazily grabs Ahab by the collar and throws him on the floor. Thereâs blood all over his hook and Ahabâs clothes are completely stained. Afterwards, Killian walks out, not acknowledging a soul.
...That is the darkest idea Iâve had an I once wrote a story where Killian DIED (Of old age, granted, but still)!