Scarborough Fair: 5/?

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter. I said I would update every two weeks, and then I dropped the ball on that. I won’t bore you with the details, but life just got crazy. Anyways, I think I have a game plan now that I should be able to update every two weeks, alternating updates with No Wives, No Lovers, No Mothers.

This chapter is about Emma’s recovery, and it’s honestly a gut-wrencher. However, some important plot points also come up, so I can’t really give you places to skip like the last chapter. Hopefully, if you’ve stuck with me this far, you’ll keep reading! I can’t say the angst will cease after this chapter, but the rape will no longer be the main focus. So it gets better in some ways? I guess?

This is also now part of the CS Angsty August, so be sure to check out the other fan fic and fanart from that event!

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 3k in this chapter

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four

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Chapter Five

The rest of that night and the next day passed for Emma in a hazy fog punctuated by bouts of crying in her bed curled up in the fetal position. Other times she just lay there staring at the ceiling, trying to let herself be swallowed up by a dark, dark hole that had taken up residence in her chest. She wanted to go numb, to never feel anything ever again. Just when she thought she’d succeeded in emptying herself of all emotion, waves of tears would begin to pound her once again.

She hadn’t had to spell anything out for Killian. He’d simply nodded when she asked for him to take her home, and in the car, he said nothing. The silence was laden with grief, yet she knew she couldn’t have handled any questions, or even worse, platitudes. 

Even when they walked through the kitchen door, no words had been necessary. Ingrid had taken one look at Emma, and a single sob had escaped her lips. Emma fell into her embrace, tears finally coming. She heard Liam make a guttural sound followed by a thud. He’d punched something, even had bruises on his knuckles the next day to prove it. Like Killian, however, he said nothing, asked no questions, and refrained from touching her. She could tell the brothers wanted to, the way their hands kept fisting then opening again, the way their arms kept reaching just short of touching her, then falling back to their sides. Emma ached with both relief and sadness at their hesitancy. 

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@kmomof4 I had to reblog your reblog for those gifs! They killed me 😂 That pretty much sums up the emotions of this chapter, not gonna lie.

Scarborough Fair: 2/?

Killian still isn’t home from college yet in this chapter, but please be patient! The next chapter I have a sweet reunion for you :) It’s going to be a slow burn for a little bit, but I promise the payoff will be worth it!

Since I didn’t update last week, you’ll get two chapters this week, so be on the lookout for chapter three in the next couple of days. For now, here is a sweet chapter about this unconventional family Emma has found …

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Almost 3k in this chapter

Chapter One

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Unlike most of her classmates, including her sister Anna, Emma Swan didn’t mind not having a car. The high school was only a few blocks away from her house, and she actually liked walking. Especially when the weather was as beautiful as it was today. 

Too bad Emma was too distracted to appreciate it. 

“Are you going to tell Ingrid and Liam?”

The question pulled Emma’s gaze from the sidewalk which she’d been staring at as if it held the answers to the universe, multi-verse, and everywhere in between. Like places where Snow White was a homeless lady. 

“Huh?”

“About Mary Margaret.” Anna’s brow was furrowed with concern as she looked at her. 

“Um,” Emma hesitated, hitching her bookbag higher on her shoulders, “I don’t think so. It’s not like I’ve seen her much lately, you know?”

“Are you serious?” Anna demanded, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. She began ticking off on her fingers. “At lunch today, at the park two weeks ago, after volleyball practice two days before that. She’s back, Emma. In full force.”

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Ohhhhh, my goodness…

this is LOVELY so far, but with those tags, I KNOW it’s gonna hurt!!! The setup is just… WOW!!! I’m already, FULLY invested in this fic and can’t WAIT for more!!!

You're the best @kmomof4 !!

Ivory Runs Red: 1/6

Here it is! My contribution to the @cssns​ for 2021! I’m really excited to share this with ya’ll. Like An Education in Southern Gothic from a couple of years ago, this one is also loosely based on a ghost story from my hometown. It involves a bridge and several different versions of a ghost. Usually it’s a woman in white who you can see if you’re on the bridge precisely at midnight. Sometimes there is a little boy or a baby involved in the story - a child the woman is eternally looking for. Other versions of the story say she killed herself jumping from the bridge, which I always thought was hilarious because the bridge runs over a shallow river that’s more like a swamp. Anyways, the area is creepy as all get out, with fog (or humidity? lol) always seeming to hover over the water, and when I was a teenager I had a babysitting job that took me over that bridge. If I had to cross it at midnight, I would close my eyes, which is incredibly stupid. I’m lucky to be alive! Anyways, thinking of that gave me this idea. It was supposed to be a one shot, but I am apparently incapable of writing those anymore, lol. So here we are with six chapters instead! BUT, it is complete!!!! Whoo hoo! I will update every Friday, barring natural disasters, because it’s already written. Boy, that feels good to say :) 

The banner above is something I just slapped together in literally five minutes. It’s just a holder for the real art to come by the amazingly talented @cocohook38​. I know it will blow you all away because I have seen what she’s working on, and it’s incredible! I had to post a tad early because I’m going out of town, and it wasn’t fair to rush great art. So be looking out for it! I did a happy dance when I was paired with cocohook because I love everything she creates. Go check her stuff out if you haven’t already! 

Also massive thanks to my beta @demisexualemmaswan​ for looking this over, encouraging me, and making me realize this was an MC when you said “great first chapter!” 

Summary: When ebony flashes gold, blood runs cold. When ivory runs red, you’ll be dead. Killian Jones had heard the old rhyme his entire life. Every child did in Storybrooke, Maine. They heard it whispered in the dark at sleepovers as children; taunted as a challenge as teenagers. Killian never believed it was actually true. Until that fateful night …

Rated M for graphic depictions of violence, abusive relationships, and major character death (I mean, it’s a ghost story ya’ll, people are dead. BUT I promise, there is a happy ending. Trust me? *peeks from around a corner*)

Length: 6 chapters, complete, updated every Friday

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Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @kmomof4 @xhookswenchx @let-it-raines @bethacaciakay @tiganasummertree @shireness-says @stahlop @scientificapricot @spartanguard @welllpthisishappening @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @ilovemesomekillianjones @kday426 @ekr032-blog-blog @lfh1226-linda @ultraluckycatnd @nikkiemms @optomisticgirl @profdanglaisstuff @ohmakemeahercules @carpedzem @branlovestowrite @superchocovian@hollyethecurious @vvbooklady1256 @winterbaby89 @delirious-latenight-laughs @jennjenn615 @snidgetsafan @itsfabianadocarmo @lassluna @distant-rose @courtorderedcake @winterbythesea @thesschesthair @killian-whump​ @thisonesatellite​

Chapter One: Blood Runs Cold

When ebony flashes gold,

Blood runs cold.

When ivory runs red, 

You’ll be dead.

Killian Jones gasped, his blue eyes flying wide open. He cursed himself and gripped the steering wheel tighter. Even though Liam wasn’t in the car, he could hear him clearly. 

“Bloody hell, little brother, it’s just a silly ghost story.”

Closing his eyes as he drove across the troll bridge when he’d only had his license for three weeks may not have been the dumbest thing Killian had ever done, but it wasn’t the brightest either. 

Trolls didn’t really live under the bridge, of course. Some teenagers just thought it would be funny to spray paint an “R” between the “T” and the “O” in TOLL. It wasn’t a toll bridge either, or at least hadn’t been for a long time. Long enough for the metal box where people used to toss their change to rust over. 

Killian’s jaw tightened as he passed the vandalized sign and his wheels thudded over the edge of the bridge. Before he could stop himself, he glanced into the rearview mirror. 

A white nightgown shining in the dark night; golden hair blowing in the wind.

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Tonight, we have Ivory Runs Red from @searchingwardrobes !! Give her – and her ghost story – some love!!

The Early Leaf’s a Flower: 7/11

In this chapter, Emma sets off on a search for home, but is she only running? Meanwhile, Killian learns that a voyage may be in order to stop Pan’s evil schemes. I promise, this is the last chapter that Emma and Killian will be separated! I think (hopefully) your wait will have been well worth it ;) At any rate, this chapter has some really important revelations. Oh, and don’t try to make this story fit canon. Just don’t. Storybrooke really is just a normal town, and the only Once characters in it are the ones I have named. I haven’t forgotten about Snow and Charming, I promise. You just have to trust me! (I’ve said that a lot, haven’t I?)

Much thanks as always to the mods of the csrt event at @captainswanbigbang. Also thanks to @optomisticgirl​ and @shippingtheswann for their beta skills.

Summary: She saw eyes that were the blue of the forget me not peering at her through the cracked door of the wardrobe. He saw hair as gold as the buttercups. Why does the wardrobe keep bringing them back to one another, if fate keeps tearing them apart? Or maybe fate has her reasons …

Rating: M for eventual sexy times, violence, canonical character death, and attempted rape

Trigger warnings: vague references to child abuse (physical and sexual), violence, and positive Millian

Words: About 3k in this chapter

** Complete and updated every Monday** Also on Ao3

Emma: Age 21

Emma wedges the last cardboard box into the backseat of her Bug, and Graham grunts as he slams the trunk shut. She’s honestly surprised he managed it. For someone with no roots, she sure was able to pack this car tight. Not that it takes much in a VW Bug, but still.

“Are you sure about this?” Ruby asks as Emma shuts the door.

“Yeah,” Graham says coming around the front of the car, “Tallahassee is an awfully long way from Maine.”

Emma shrugs. “There’s farther.”

Ruby rolls her eyes. “But you have a life here. Plus, if you stay, you get to be one of my bridesmaids.”

Ruby nudges Emma’s elbow, making her smile despite herself. “And I so want to wear those lovely dresses Bertie at Modern Fashions designed for you. What color was that again?”

“Salmon,” Ruby laughs, “but if you stay, I could convince her to do them in magenta instead.”

Emma chuckles too. “Now, that changes everything!”

“Now, Emma,” Graham cuts in, “it’s a long drive from here down to Florida. Pull over if you get tired, and make sure you check the oil regularly, and -”

“Would both of you stop?” Granny admonishes, shooing Ruby and Graham away so she can pull Emma in for a hug. “Don’t listen to them, sweetheart. You’re young, and you need to spread your wings.”

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Who doesn’t love Hook being such a gentleman to the ladies of Neverland? But, there is a problem that only he can solve, and it involves finding the one person he wasn’t sure he’d ever find again. We also get to see some mystery continuing to surround a young boy in the land without magic. You won’t want this chapter to end! So read on and then try to be patient for the next chapter!

Hello again, everyone! Please help me welcome @searchingwardrobes back to the CSSNS!!!

Tumblr Name 

@searchingwardrobes​

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom? 

I’ve been writing fic since June of 2016 (whaaaat?!) and I’ve been on tumblr since January of  … 2018 I think. One of the first things I did when I got on tumblr was befriend @kmomof4​ and sign up for the very first CSSNS :)

When did you start shipping Captain Swan? 

I binged watched Once on Netflix originally (after ignoring my sister begging me to watch for years) because I was curious about the Frozen arc. My sister kept saying, “just wait for Captain Hook!” When he first appeared in season two, I thought my sister was crazy because while he was attractive, I normally hate the “bad boy with a heart of gold” trope. Then “Tallahassee” happened. It wasn’t just the hand bandaging scene, either. I watched that episode with my husband, and we kept laughing over how much Killian and Emma sounded like us, especially when we first met. Multiple times we said “who does that sound like?” That’s when I started to ship it. 

What drew you to this event? 

Honestly? I was new to tumblr when the first CSSNS happened, and someone I knew from over on Ao3 said that I had to reach out and form friendships. Joining an event seemed like the best way to do that, and since I had always wanted to explore Killian as an elf, it just all came together! Now I don’t want to miss out on all the fun each year :)

What inspired your topic? 

This year, I couldn’t think of a supernatural fic idea. However, I didn’t want to miss out on the event, so I offered to beta and do an art piece.

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below. 

I’m just excited to see what the writers I’ve been paired with are doing!

What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc? Feel free to give as much info as you like. 

Picsets are the only thing I can do because I’m not really artistic in any other way, lol! I got a subscription to Canva when my novel was published just so I could make professional Instagram and Facebook posts. Then I started using it to make picsets for my own fics, and I sort of got addicted to it! I’ve made some fic art with it as gifts to fandom friends, so I thought “why not do it for CSSNS?”

Who/what have you beta’d before, or is this your first time? Feel free to give as much info as you like. 

I beta’d last year for @teamhook​ for the CSSNS last minute when her beta ended up with other commitments irl. I was an English teacher though in a former life, so I guess you can say it used to be my job, lol!

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event? 

Like every year, getting to know new people and chatting with old ones on discord! I’m so thrilled to welcome Melanie back to the event, even if she isn’t writing this year! She will be doing artwork for @snowbellewells​ in the first wave and betaing for @leavemedarlin​ in the second. Everyone go welcome her back and give her lots of love!!!

The Early Leaf’s a Flower: 5/11

Still separated, Emma and Killian learn that fate gives … and fate takes away. Yes, Emma and Killian are still separated in this chapter, but you begin to see how their lives are following similar paths. We still need tissues, I’m afraid. The angst is still strong!

Thanks as always to the mods of the @captainswanbigbang​ for organizing the CSRT and my betas: @shippingtheswann​, @optomisticgirl​, and @distant-rose​.

Summary: She saw eyes that were the blue of the forget me not peering at her through the cracked door of the wardrobe. He saw hair as gold as the buttercups. Why does the wardrobe keep bringing them back to one another, if fate keeps tearing them apart? Or maybe fate has her reasons …

Rating: M for eventual sexy times, violence, canonical character death, and attempted rape

Trigger warnings: vague references to child abuse (physical and sexual), violence, and positive Millian

Words: Around 2,300 in this chapter

** Complete and updated every Monday** Also on A03

Emma: Age 18

Emma can finally have the family she’s always craved. Every sharp and overwhelming pain from her womb reminds her of that fact. Pain that rolls through her, unceasing. She grasps the railing on the bed as best she can with her left wrist handcuffed to the bed. Her left ankle is shackled too, and everytime she writhes with the excruciating pain, it rubs her skin raw.

The doctor hadn’t been phased by the handcuffs, however. He’d even argued with her guards to take them off, but it was an argument he’d lost. He’s a bright spot amidst the pain, humiliation, and heartbreak of this day. He is surprisingly kind and gentle and reminds Emma of a grandfather who sneaks his grandchildren peppermints when their parents aren’t looking. That’s what they show in holiday commercials, anyways. The ones that made Emma long for a family of her own for so many lonely years. Yet fate is cruel, the timing never right, and this is a chance at a family she can’t accept.

The contraction subsides, but she knows that the reprieve will be far too brief. Whimpering, she gives the nurse a pleading look.

“Can’t I have an epidural?”

“I’m sorry, Emma, you didn’t get here soon enough. It’s time to push.”

Emma’s heartbeat triples, and spots swim before her eyes. She thought there would be something for the pain. No one told her anything about what childbirth would be like. She read no books, she had no mother to talk to. She looks up at the ceiling as panic overwhelms her. The doctor puts a reassuring hand to her knee.

“You can do this Emma,” he tells her, “just take a deep breath as I count to three, then bear down. One … two . . Three!”

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Welcome to the chapter of feels. All of the feels. Our little ones are finally becoming adults and are having to deal with more heartache than anyone should; but through it all we know they will be OK because even during their worst times, they are strong! The way @searchingwardrobes writes about the struggles our favorite OTP deals with is amazing and pulls you deeper into the story and the mystery surrounding the fate and destiny of our two. You don’t want to miss this addition to the story!

The Early Leaf’s a Flower: 3/11

So this is where things really start to shift from the original, and this is probably one of my favorite chapters. I probably worked harder on it than any other! This is also where Neverland mythology begins to come into play. Right before starting the rewrite-a-thon, I re-read J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan to my eight year old. The famous line “all children, except one, grow up” really hit me for the first time. Wait a second, all children except one? Every version of Neverland I had ever seen, from the cartoon, to Spielberg’s Hook, to Once, portray Neverland as a place where no one ages. But that’s not what the novel says!! Then, later on, the book casually mentions that the Lost Boys are constantly changing because some get killed in battle or - get this - Pan “thins them out” when they get too old. Umm … say WHAT? So here’s where my story gets dark with a super sadistic Pan … and I’m not sorry. At all. (mwhaha)

If you haven’t noticed, all chapter titles come from Peter Pan. They are either chapter titles in that book or phrases from the book. This one, mocking kisses, actually refers in the novel to Mrs. Darling who has a “mocking kiss conspicuously in the right hand corner of her mouth” which it says not even Mr. Darling or her children can get from her. There’s tons of interpretations for that, none of which have anything to do with how I’m using it here. Here, it has to do with growing up and awakening sexuality, and of course - you know - actual lip locks. So it’s not all dark in this chapter …

I’ll stop being an English Lit teacher and shut up now. Except to thank, once again, the incredible mods for the @captainswanbigbang and to my betas - @shippingtheswann , @optomisticgirl , and @distant-rose . This chapter especially deserves massive thanks to Ro for her pirate expertise! And be sure to follow the Captain Swan Rewrite-a-thon because ALL of the fics are incredible!

Summary: She saw eyes that were the blue of the forget me not peering at her through the cracked door of the wardrobe. He saw hair as gold as the buttercups. Why does the wardrobe keep bringing them back to one another, if fate keeps tearing them apart? Or maybe fate has her reasons …

Rating: M for eventual sexy times, violence, canonical character death, and attempted rape

Trigger warnings: vague references to child abuse (physical and sexual), violence, and eventual positive Millian

Words: A little over 7k in this chapter (all chapters will be rather lengthy from here on out)

** Complete and updated every Monday** Also on Ao3

Emma: Age 16

Emma lies in bed, wide awake, staring at the wardrobe across the room. It looks eerily familiar, though she tries to tell herself that’s crazy.

Her new foster family seems incredibly nice. Even the two boys who are the couple’s real children seem excited to have her here instead of jealous. The mother even seemed embarrassed when she showed Emma her room, explaining that it used to be an office, so it didn’t have a closet. She hoped Emma liked the wardrobe she had found at an antique store.

Emma stares at the wardrobe now and thinks of Martha. Another kind foster mother and another wardrobe, almost identical to the other? Happy coincidences like that don’t happen. At least not to Emma Swan.

She huffs and rolls over on her side, and tries not to think about the little boy with the soulful blue eyes. He was just an imaginary friend. A figment of her hurt soul and bruised heart. Her hand hovers over her cheek, and she inwardly berates herself. It was just a peck on the cheek, and she was ten for heaven’s sake! Correction, there was no peck on the cheek because it wasn’t real.

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Our favorite pairing is growing up, but it isn’t the perfect life they wanted. @searchingwardrobes has such a wonderful way of getting these two to talk about their lives. We see Emma growing into the badass we all know and love, and we get to see Killian in all of his gentlemanly ways. Yet their happiness cannot stop time. Will we finally get to see our dashing pirate and beautiful savior in this chapter? Are they both in for an adventure bigger than the one they are already on? Read on to find out!

CSRT Promos: searchingwardrobes

Today’s promoted CSRT story is Someone to Watch Over Me by @searchingwardrobes! Read it on AO3! 

Check out this image set for the story!

When did you start writing this story, and what inspired you to write it? 

I started it right after Christmas in 2017. It was originally inspired by a prompt I saw when I was preparing to teach a middle school creative writing class. The prompt was: “A child is kidnapped and the monster under the bed is NOT happy.” It spiraled from there!

What is it about this story that made you feel like it was worth rewriting?

For one, I had run out of steam with it and just couldn’t figure out where I wanted to go. It was originally only going to be a two shot, and I continued it when multiple people asked for more. Not that I blame those people at all! I had ideas for the rest of the story, but it involved an alternate season two and I guess I didn’t realize what I was getting myself into and all that would involve.

What is one detail about your story that you’re almost definitely keeping?

The basic premise will remain, that Killian and Emma meet as kids through a magic wardrobe and then the wardrobe keeps bringing them back into each other’s lives. Each time the wardrobe works its magic, they’ve each been through a lot of change since the last time they saw each other.  Oh, and yes, there will still be BOTH versions of Martha.

What is one detail about your story that you’re almost definitely throwing out or changing?

I am completely throwing canon to the wind! It all started when I wondered: What would have happened if John and Michael Darling had succeeded in getting baby Henry for Pan? There will be no Storybrooke, no curse, not even Rumple or Regina. Instead, the story will be a complete AU based in Neverland and largely inspired by my latest re-read of Barrie’s Peter Pan to my eight year old.

What has the rewrite experience been like for you so far?

I have had an absolute blast so far! My excitement for this story is back to the level it was when I started, maybe more so. There’s a lot of Neverland mythology I have wanted to play with for so long and it’s been fun to finally use it in this story.

What would you like readers to know about the original version if they decide they’re going to read it?

A lot of people have loved this story and still love it. I honestly felt like I was letting them down with chapters that just weren’t as strong as the original two. So if you go read the original … um, stop after chapter two? lol

CSRT Snippet

Here’s a snippet for you to enjoy from @searchingwardrobes‘s CSRT work in progress!

A hunting crew returns with a boar to roast, and that night there is a feast and a wild rumpus to follow. Though there is no alcohol, the whole thing reminds Killian of how he used to act when he’d drink too much rum. Killian feasts, he dances, even plasters a smile upon his face, but it’s all a show for Peter Pan. He can’t stop thinking of his brother for one, but there’s also Starkey’s cryptic words : thinning time.

Killian plops down, exhausted, and grabs a coconut to guzzle some of its milk. As he swipes the back of his hand over his mouth, he sees Pan at his side, leaning forward and scrutinizing his face. It takes all of Killian’s willpower not to startle back. For a long moment Peter studies him, and it causes a chill to run down Killian’s spine.  When Pan finally speaks, his voice holds barely contained anger and a trace of shock.

“You have a mocking kiss in the corner of your mouth.”

Killian blinks. “Wh-what are you talking about?” His mind goes to Emma, of course, not that she is ever far from his thoughts. Especially now with Liam gone, he longs for the wardrobe in Captain Silver’s cabin and fears he may never see it again.

“There,” Pan accuses, pointing with a dirty finger, “perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner. How did I not see it before?”

Killian glances around nervously for the party noises have gone silent. Several lost boys have drawn closer, concern furrowing their brows.

“He has a kiss, Peter?” one of the boys asks.

“Kisses are dangerous!” another one gasps.

“Yes,” Peter answers, his eyes narrowing with a faint glimmer of red, “a mocking kiss, and one he’s very fond of too.”

Killian swallows hard as he rises to his feet. The lost boys seem to be closing the noose around him, and he looks around frantically. There seems to be no choice but to fess up, hope for mercy, though Peter doesn’t seem the merciful type.

“So I’ve kissed lasses. So what? I’m 16!”

“No,” Pan hisses, “not lasses. One lass. A special lass.”

Killian clenches both fists, his face flushing at the way Pan spits out the words. Emma is special, and he won’t deny it. Ever.

“We don’t like girls,” Peter snarls, “they fancy themselves your mother, making you wash before meals and putting you to bed at a proper time.”

Killian narrows his eyes. “Um … I think you’re a bit confused.”

It was the wrong thing to say. He couldn’t help his sass, has rarely been able to help it.

“Your brother was obvious. He’d already chosen to grow up. But you, you tricked me. You can’t be a lost boy with that kiss always mocking me.”

Killian knows a heartbeat before it happens that the lost boys will fall upon him.

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CSRT Snippet

Here’s a snippet for you to enjoy from @searchingwardrobes‘s CSRT work in progress! 

“Wendy Darling.”

She startles - not only at the name but at that voice. She turns slowly, her heart pounding. It can’t be … Eyes that are the blue of the forget me not and a profound melancholy look back at her through a gap in the Brittanica Encyclopedias - who uses encyclopedias anymore? She shakes her head to clear it of the shock. 

“I don’t go by that name anymore,” she hisses, moving farther down the stacks away from him. At the end of the aisle, he’s there, not exactly blocking her path, but an intimidating presence all the same. Her eyes flicker to the end of his left arm, but his hook isn’t there. She can tell the hand isn’t real, however; it’s stiff and unnatural. 

“You grew up,” he says softly.

“And you haven’t changed.”

She moves to brush past him, but he stops her with a gentle hand to her elbow. 

“Wendy, please -”

“I told you,” she says, glancing around nervously, “that isn’t my name anymore.”

“Oh I know, lass. I did my research, or my wife did. But is Moira Angela really that creative of an alias?”

Everything he says is a bit of a shock - but one thing looms large over all the others. 

“Did you say wife?”

A smile curls his lips - not a sinister one, not a mischievous one, but a true smile full of joy. “Aye, I did. I think you’ll like her, so … could we go somewhere more private to talk?”

Wendy hesitates for a moment, glancing nervously about. Her brothers’ rescue was no small feat, and she isn’t so foolish to believe Pan’s reach doesn’t extend here. Yet Hook was her champion, once upon a time. Until - 

“You left,” she whispers.

Hook presses his eyes closed, anguish clear on his face. “I did, and I count it one of my gravest mistakes.”

“Well, good,” she huffs, clutching her notebook closer to her chest.

 Hook grins. “Oh yes, Emma will definitely like you.” 

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CSRT Author Spotlight: searchingwardrobes

Today’s Captain Swan Rewrite-a-Thon spotlight features @searchingwardrobes!

How long have you been writing for the OUAT fandom? Did you write anything else (original or fan fiction) before joining the OUAT fandom? Are you writing anything non-OUAT now that the show is over?

Three years I think, and I have never written for any other fandom. I have self published an original work and am working on another.

What sort of fic do you like to write? What sort of fic do you like to read?

I honestly like a bit of everything. I prefer modern aus and canon divergence over canon, however. (To read and write). My favorite genre to write is probably Lieutenant Duckling in a modern au or canon divergence. I don’t write smut and I don’t read anything rated E.

What kind of rewrite will you be doing? 

This fic was originally just a two-shot, but I continued it after readers requested it. However, I am very unhappy with chapters 3 forward and just feel stuck. It lost its mood and tone somehow and want to get it back!

Tell us about your Rewrite-a-Thon story! What’s it about, and why did you decide to rewrite it?

I wrote the story originally as a two shot that was supposed to be a one shot before it got too long. It was based on a prompt I gave my kids in a creative writing class I taught: “A child is kidnapped and the monster under the bed is pissed.” Instead of a monster under the bed, it’s little Killy in a magical wardrobe that allows him to travel across realms and time to visit little Emma. Instead of a kidnapping, Emma is almost raped a couple of years after getting out of jail and adult Captain Hook comes to her rescue. She then goes through the wardrobe with him to the EF. My two shot ended just as the story caught up with canon, and readers begged for more to see how it changed things. I had some ideas, so I started writing more, but somehow I lost the original feel and tone of the story and now I am stuck!

What are you most excited about when it comes to rewriting your story?

I LOVED the original first two chapters of this story and am really proud of it, and I am tired of feeling disappointed in the rest. I am excited about achieving the same feel for the rest of the MC. At the moment, I’m only continuing it because I feel I have to, and I hate that feeling! I look forward to feeling excited about this story again!

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Ahaaa so I am remembering it right . . .

Ahaaa so I am remembering it right . . .

Natural Opposite: 12/16

Merry Christmas, everyone! I am so excited to share this chapter with you, and it’s kind of fitting that it ends up being a little Christmas present to all my followers because this chapter is one of my favorites. I want to give everyone in the CSBB a special shout out for the very lively debate on Discord about Jamie Dornan’s chest vs. Colin’s and all the pics ;) For science, of course.

You all need to be very thankful for my beta @distant-rose for insisting that I actually write the chest-off instead of just alluding to it. Okay, she kind of demanded, but we’re all glad she did, right? You will also get a huge Christmas present from my artist @optomisticgirl in the form of chapter art for this. When she sent it to me, my jaw hit the floor. Anyone ask for man candy for Christmas? Just hope that staff isn’t a grinch.

Chapter art: Two Four Five Six Seven Nine Eleven

Summary: Dance is more than Emma Swan’s career; it’s practically saved her life on more than one occasion. But when it comes to reality TV shows, she’s always danced in the shadows of her twin brother David and her sister Elsa. Her first season as a pro on Dancing With the Stars was a disaster, and she enters her second season determined to prove herself. All she needs is a good partner. Hollywood bad boy and ladies’ man Killian Jones isn’t what she had in mind.

Rating: M for mature themes, steamy dance routines, and sexy times (But NOT smut)

Trigger warnings: discussions of online solicitation of a minor, bullying, statutory rape, and emotionally abusive/controlling relationships; stalking; anti-Rumbelle, anti-Neal

Can also be read on Ao3

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Chapter Twelve: Hey, Jealousy

Emma had known when she collapsed into bed at five am that she would regret her all-nighter. However, she had underestimated just how much until her alarm went off at seven. She slapped the snooze button without even cracking her eyes open. August’s season with the Angels was over, so his schedule was wide open. He wouldn’t care if she texted and asked if they could push rehearsals back to nine.

But Henry cared about her sleeping in. And she did try to be up to see him before he got on the bus. She tried to sit down and have breakfast with him too, when her schedule permitted.

“Mom,” he asked her, cautiously opening the door, “you said you’d make scrambled eggs this morning.”

Emma groaned as she forced herself to sit up. She rubbed her face and ran her hand through her tangled hair.

“Are you hungover?” Henry asked.

“What?” Emma blurted, suddenly much more alert. “You’re ten! What do you know about hangovers?”

Henry shrugged. “TV. Movies. The internet. I’m not Amish.”

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