By Astor Alexander

Coming Soon: His a Captain Swan Historical AU

This is my entry for the @cshistfic​ event but due to a horrible bout of writer’s block, I wasn’t able to complete it by my post date. So here is a teaser of my upcoming story which I’m hoping will be up soon! 

Summary: 

Mature widower with good home wishes to make acquaintance of a hardworking girl or widow. No children. Object matrimony. 

When Emma Swan flees scandal in New York to marry a man she’s never met in Storybrooke, Montana, she doesn’t have any illusions of finding love. But when she’s picked up at the station by Killian Jones, it finds her regardless. Despite sharing his home, his bed, and his heart, she can never truly be his. 

Rated M

His

The whistle of the train as it pulls towards the station is what draws Emma from her sleep, her heart leaping in her throat as she jumps. The man across from her stares in concern and asks if she’s alright. Blushing furiously she nods and tries to clear the remnants of sleep from her mind, the images clinging in a thick fog around her. 

She’d been dreaming of home. Of New York with its bustling, non-stop cacophony of people and sights and sounds, of her friends she’d left behind with little to no word. She can still picture Mary Margaret’s face. ‘You’re getting married? But why? And why not to someone here?’ 

She’d been dreaming of him. She hates that she still dreams of him, that in her dreams he’s still kind and charming and full of sweet promises and pretty words. That in her dreams she still loves him sometimes. 

But she’s far from home now. Through the window of her traincar there’s nothing but endless fields and mountains stretched out before her. She doesn’t know anyone here, and while that was the point of her trip, of the drastic change, a chance to run away, Emma can’t help but be overwhelmed with the reality that she’s in a strange town, friendless and alone, and it’s too late to turn back now. 

And as for love - well, she’s promised herself to whomever it is that picks her up at the station. She’ll make her vows and keep his house and be a good wife to him. But love, she doesn’t have any disillusions of that. She lost the naivete of her youth when Neal changed his mind.

Emma reaches into her carpet bag, pulling out the newspaper clipping and the single letter she received from her husband to be. Both have been folded and unfolded so many times that the pages are frail and falling apart at the creases. She reads them again, over and over as the train slows. 

Mature widower with good home wishes to make acquaintance of a hardworking girl or widow. No children. Object matrimony. 

She runs her fingers over the small newspaper print and then over the neat lines of his handwriting. Mr. Jones seems a good man. He wrote to her of his farm out in the valleys and his shop in town, and of his children who he specified were not in need of raising. He wrote how difficult it’s been to run the household since the passing of his wife and that he needs someone who can cook and clean and isn’t afraid to roll up their sleeves and work. 

His first and only letter had been accompanied by a proposal of marriage and a train ticket out to Storybrooke, Montana. Emma had jumped on the first train she could with hopes that her letter with the date and time of her arrival reached him before she did. 

This is the thought that makes her worry the fingers of her gloves as she makes her way off the train, carpet bag still clutched tightly to her chest. A man calls her attention, snapping her out of her anxious thoughts, an attendant retrieving her chest and handing it to her. She thanks him, searching frantically for a few cents to give him and hurries out onto the platform with everything she owns tucked under her arm. 

Casting her gaze around the busy station, she realises she doesn’t know what she’s looking for - or whom she’s looking for. There had been no photograph or portrait enclosed in the advertisement or in the letter. Every man who passes by could be Mr. Jones and she wouldn’t know him from Adam. She tries not to look too expectantly at everyone who catches her gaze, especially when some of those gazes turn interested or suggestive and she hopes they’re not the one she’s waiting for. 

But as the platform begins to empty of passengers and carriages ride off without her, her fears change. What if he hasn’t come at all? Or worse yet, what if he saw her and changed his mind? She hadn’t included an image in her response either, and she knows that at twenty-eight, she’s older than most mail-order brides who make the journey out west. 

She’s just about given up hope, only herself and a station attendant left, the train having already moved on to its next destination, when she hears a hesitant, accented voice ask, “Miss Swan?” 

Turning, she takes in the man standing before her and her breath catches, wondering if this could be her fiance. When she’d read the advertisement, she’d pictured someone older, someone more worn down by a hard life out in the fields and the loss of his wife. But this man is tall and lean, the muscles of his arms and shoulders not hidden beneath his clean shirt and vest. And he’s young, likely not much older than herself, and she can’t help the small flutter of excitement that rolls in her stomach. 

“Mr. Jones?” A flush colours her cheeks despite herself as she takes in his dark hair and bright blue eyes, struck by how handsome he is. She hadn’t expected him to be handsome. She wants to shake herself. What he looks like shouldn’t matter. 

He smiles, nodding, and it does something unfairly beautiful to his already attractive face. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he tells her. “The widow Lucas’ cart lost a wheel on the road. I wouldn’t have been so delayed but it took me ages to convince her to accept my help.” She frowns at him and he gives a small laugh. “You’d understand if you met her,” he promises. Emma returns his grin despite herself. 

“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long,” he adds, gesturing vaguely with his left arm and that’s when Emma notices the metal where his hand should be. She hadn’t seen it at first, the iron hook on the end of the wood and metal brace his sleeve has been altered to fit around. A wave of sadness washes over her wondering what could have happened to him. He doesn’t look old enough to have been in the war. “Is everything alright?” he asks and when Emma looks back to his face he’s frowning at her in concern.

She shakes her head, realizing she’s been staring. “Yes, sorry. You’re just… not who I expected,” she admits. 

The man reaches to scratch behind his ear nervously. “Ah, yes, well -” he begins awkwardly and she speaks quickly, worried she’s offended him, that he thinks she cares about his missing hand. 

“I only meant… you’re younger than you sounded in your letter.”

He frowns at her again and then his eyes go wide with something - realization or understanding, but most notably, embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry Miss, you have the wrong idea. I’m -” he hesitates, scratching his ear again as it turns pink. “I’m not your fiance.” 

“You’re not Mr. Jones?” Emma asks, trying to ignore the rush of disappointment that follows his words. 

“Aye, I am. Killian Jones.” He clears his throat. “The man you’ve come to marry, Brennan Jones, is my father.” 

This is the best version of the lion king I’ve ever seen in my life, ever

By FDASuarez

Spoiler alert: they all live happily ever after. :) I figure it’s the least I could do.

For the final time, thanks to @queen-icicle-fandom, shipsxahoy, sotheylived, and @captainswanbigbang for everything you all have done during this process. You guys are amazing. I’ve added a few special thank you’d to the end of the chapter, if you care to read them. And to you, who’s either been here since the beginning or jumped in along the way: thanks for sticking with it.

Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations

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Epilogue

It’s takes a while to convince Killian to get back on a ship, even when it’s docked.

But when he does on an oddly warm day in February, Emma makes sure to reward him.

The sun is setting - another banner day in Killian’s long journey of recovery - on this Friday evening. Henry’s off at a sleepover with Phillip, so it’s just the two of them, enjoying each other’s company on the ship that brought them together. Thanks to profits from the show and donations from fans and community members, the Jolly Roger II is just as sturdy as its predecessor. The little marks and stories the old ship held aren’t there, of course, but the thought behind it is wondrous. Killian still hasn’t had the courage to take it out for a spin, but Mulan and Robin assured her it ran just as well as the first one. And when Emma remembers that Liam wanted to rebuild the Jewel before his death, she finds some sort of closure in the circle life has drawn around the Jones brothers.

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Awww thank you so much! I’m so happy we were paired together! It’s been so much fun working together start to finish. Thanks so much for sharing this wonderful story with all of us :) 

Here we are: the last official chapter of this story. There will be an epilogue posted next week, and there are a few one shots I need to finish writing in this universe, but for most intents and purposes, this is the end. I’ll post a whole sappy thing with the epilogue next time, but I wanted to get this out there so you could prepare yourselves or your souls or something.

As I’ve said since the beginning, many many thanks to @sotheylived, @shipsxahoy, @queen-icicle-fandom, and @captainswanbigbang for all of the various and insundry things they’ve done during this whole process. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations

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Chapter Twenty-Two

For a second year in a row, Christmas is celebrated with Killian. It’s bittersweet, of course, this being the first Christmas in his life without his big brother, but Emma likes to think she and Henry are doing their best to fill Liam’s shoes. Henry is thrilled that Killian decides to spend Christmas Eve with them at their house, jumping on Killian instead of Emma in the excitement of Christmas morning.

Christmas dinner is a surprisingly lively affair. David and Mary Margaret join them, as well as Belle and her father. There’s laughter and tears, heartfelt toasts and frequent disruptions for bad jokes. When she crawls in her bed and Killian slides his arm around her waist that night, he whispers, “thank you” in her ear, so she must have done something right.

A few days before New Year’s, Robin invites the three of them to meet baby Roxana. The pictures he’s sent both of them prove that she’s cute as a button, but they’ve yet to meet this new addition in person with all that’s been going on in the last couple of months. Emma knows that there’s a lot of frustration, annoyance, and fatigue behind every one of them. A new baby is a far stretched from a walk in the park. She can only imagine how hard it is to balance a newborn with Roland the exuberant child that he is and without Robin currently being employed.

They’re all unemployed, technically. With no trawlers to their name and the crew members who would take over as captain still on the mend, the Jones brothers’ trawling company has come to a sudden halt. They’ll still have whatever money comes from the show, but the future is just a little more uncertain.

But in the meantime, Henry is having a ball playing a new board game with Roland and Regina while Emma, Killian, and Robin crowd around the sleeping baby, curled up in Emma’s arms.

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We’re going to subtitle this chapter “The One Where You Get a Hint of Everyone’s Romantic Relationships, but Not Nearly Enough to Whet Your Need.”

Thank you, as always, to you, my reading, ship-obsessed friends, as well as to @shipsxahoy, @queen-icicle-fandom, @sotheylived, and @captainswanbigbang for doing their things for this story. 17/10 would work with them again.

Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations

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Chapter Fifteen

They’ve found Liam. Emma nearly cries of happiness. She’s pretty sure Killian actually does, not that she can blame him.

He’s beaten up, about 13 miles downshore of where the Jewel went down. According to the officer speaking with Killian, he was face up in the sand, clothes torn and stomach bleeding profusely. There’s some worry that he’s severed an artery or ruptured his stomach lining and, for the time being, he’s been transported to the hospital for emergency treatment.

There might be more to the story, but Killian’s already off to his truck, yelling “Swan!” over his shoulder. She follows quickly as she can with all the equipment on her frame and hops into the passenger seat.

“They found him,” he says to no one in particular. His eyes are on the road - a good thing, because he has to be going 20 over the speed limit at least - and he’s laughing in disbelief. “Swan, they found him. He’s going to be okay.”

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Self reblogging what's probably my last fic for the captain swan fandom. Thanks for everything <3

And with this chapter, we are officially over the halfway point in this story! A million thanks over for all of you who have stuck with this since the beginning, and a million thanks to those who’ve hopped on along the way. As I might’ve said before, this had been an idea in my head for a long time before it actually started to become something. It really means a lot that all of you are enjoying it so much :) I want to, as always, give an extra special thank you to @sotheylived, @queen-icicle-fandom, @shipsxahoy, and @captainswanbigbang. You know what you did ;)

Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations

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Chapter Thirteen

It seems like she’s hardly taken a breath when Emma’s settling into the corner of the couch at the Jones residence, watching one of the last commercials before their show - the one they’ve all put so much work into - airs. Crew dinner leads to crew drinks leads to both crews, Emma, Henry, David and Mary Margaret, Jefferson, Grace, and Ruby struggling to find a place to watch the premiere. Liam’s had to force some of the others into his room because not everyone could comfortably see the TV.

“Never thought I’d be nervous to look at me handsome mug on a screen,” Scarlet says, taking another drink of his beer. “Soon I’ll be changin’ ma numba. Too many ladies wantin’ a piece of me.”

“Sounds a bit optimistic, mate,” Robin jokes next to her. “No woman will want to come close to Storybrooke once they know you’re here.”

A pillow flies toward them, narrowly missing her face, in insubordination, and the room breaks into laughter before the title card comes on the screen and Henry shushes them all.

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CaptainSwan One-shots FanFiction Recs p.6

Hello CS Fandom, I present to you my newest list of One-shots!  I would like to thank all those talended authors for sharing their stories with us, so that we can see our favorite couple fall in love again and again! Hope you enjoy!  😍 ❣️ 

The Swan Princess, @xemmaloveskillianx

The angel was clear, the little cygnet needed to be protected, he was to be her hero, and at the young age of five, Killian Jones is all too willing to take on that task. Little does he know, the cygnet is more than what she appears.

Sliding Down the Hill, @welllpthisishappening

Emma Swan’s phone rings and she makes a quick, split second decision. She keeps doing that. She makes choice after choice and change after change and, suddenly, she’s crying on ESPN. That’s probably the last thing she expects.

Or: A not-quite a Little League World Series AU.

Marriage, Mistakes, and Maybe Fate, @sotheylived

After a drunken mistake, Killian and Emma strike a deal; if he can’t convince her to stay married to him in three months time, he’ll back off and they’ll go back to being nothing more than friends.

Lost in the Supermarket, @allrightfine

There’s a headache blooming behind her right eye, Elsa’s about to leave for a summer-long vacation, and if Mary Margaret gets back and catches sight of the Teddy Grahams and Hi-C in her basket, she’s going to have to endure yet another impassioned speech about healthy eating. That’s three — count ‘em, three — good reasons for the way she snaps at the new guy from seafood.

present all your pretty feelings, @julietohara

Emma doesn’t know Killian Jones very well. At all, really, he’s just sort of a name she hears on occasion with a vague image of a man to go along with it. A friend of a friend of a friend and all that. She’s probably spent time in the same room as him all of three times. Definitely not enough time for him to be hiding love letters inside of her European Lit textbook.

So, what she knows about Killian Jones now boils down to this; He’s kind of a creep. A sappy creep.

Prompt, @icapturedkindness

 “We accidentally got married in Vegas oops”.

Killian, the Bail Bonds Assisting Barista, @jmosfreckles

This isn’t exactly fluffy but it is a coffee shop au. 

Penetration Testing, @ripplestitchskein

Emma Swan is the head of security at a major corporation, and always thought she was pretty good at it, that is until Killian Jones auditions for a job and seems determined to keep her on her toes.

morning sex is for lovers, @swallowedsong

modern au. rated m. trope: waking up hungover in a strangers bed.

Come Unstuck,  only_halfway_there

Mary Margaret and David have this habit of setting Emma up on blind dates and they never go well, so Emma isn’t exactly looking forward to the latest one. However, things don’t always go as planned …

Thinking About You, @seriouslyhooked

This chapter was prompted by a reader who wanted an AU where Emma and Killian have a fight. Emma’s instinct was that they’re over and Killian is done with her. She goes out with her friends looking for distraction, and then Killian shows up. There will be some angst (see perceived break up) but a cute little reunion to follow. Accompanying song is ‘Thinking About’ by Lauren Aquilina.

Perception, @dassala

Emma Swan’s coming out ball is largely a success, but all of the suitors seem to blend together. Except for one.

Never Forget You, @katie-dub

Emma Swan needs a break - and to stop crashing into a mysterious stranger who she just can’t get out of her head. Unfortunately the universe has other plans.

To Repair a Heart, @icecubelotr44

In the 1950’s Pediatric Cardiology was a fairly new field. But that didn’t stop Doctor Killian Jones from accepting that as a challenge. When Emma Swan brings her young son Henry to his office with a rare birth defect that threatens his very life, they will have to fight together in order to save his life. That’s all there is - she’s his patient’s mother and he’s her son’s doctor. Until that isn’t all there is.

The Code, @kat2609

“i use morse code to talk to my friend during class but it turns out you know morse code too and now you know that i think you have a cute butt” au

Rescue Me, @phiralovesloki

Is your date scaring the crap out of you? Are they so boring you think you might die? Did they make a casually racist comment halfway through dinner? Welcome to Hinder, the app that sets you up with an easy excuse to get the hell out of there!

Prompt, @piratesails

“I do not snore, do I?” “Like a chainsaw.”

Thank you for falling in love with me, @rouhn

Emma Swan is Killian Jones’ best friend - Killian Jones is Emma Swan’s best friend, but they both are secretly in love with each other. What happens when one of them finally confesses their feeling?

Gone, But Not Forgotten, @everlastingcaptainswan

Princess Emma needs to get out of Misthaven. Really she needs to stop being a Princess. She’s always wanted to be normal, so for now she’s running away. She’s running away from a lot of things.

and your lucky numbers are…, @captainnagata

“And here comes the White Swan, gracing us with her presence.” (“It makes sense, etymologically speaking. Emma Blanchard. Your mother is the White Brigand.”) Emma flips him the bird, just to keep with the ornithology theme.