CSBB Artist Spotlight: seastarved

Today’s Captain Swan Big Bang Spotlight features @seastarved​!

What kinds of artwork do you make?

Manips, gifs and graphics.

What’s your favorite thing about creating artwork?

It’s soothing for me. It’s a way for me to be creative even when I’m incredibly stressed. I can’t seem to make words happen when I’m stressed out but photoshop is my little safe haven where I can mess around, make people make out and write little snippets of poetry or words and sort of combine them and try to tell a story that way.

What’s one of your greatest strengths when it comes to creating artwork?

Hmm, I’m not sure tbh. I guess, I like that I am confident enough in my skills as a writer to try and use those skills when I do more visual art as well? I like that I can complement both forms of art with one another, I suppose.

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try your hand at, but haven’t had a chance yet?

I want to try making those incredible AU gifsets that some people make. They’re like little movies and I’m always so so in awe of how wonderful they are.

If you participated in the first Captain Swan Big Bang, what was the experience like for you? What are you looking forward to this time around?

I was a writer first time around and had to drop out unfortunately because my story got far too long–I’m still writing it in fact haha!– and life got in the way. But it was a fun experience! This time, I’m looking forward to making some fun manips :D

First Artwork:

Making that image was a labour of love :D I knew what I wanted it to look like and I would work on it between writing words for the story and I’m quite happy with the way it turned out, like Killian stepping out of the frame to take Emma’s hand.

Second Artwork:

One of my first more ambitious efforts. I like the layout of it? And I’m quite proud of that rose I got to bloom on there haha!

Third Artwork:

Because this is a redo of my first ever manip which tbf was a complete disaster haha! It’s not a very complicated piece of work. I have done so many more that are far more complex but this one holds a special place in my heart because it showed me just how far I’d come you know?

Check out seastarved on Tumblr - FFnet - AO3

Reflections [1/1]

A birthday baby-bit for @seastarved

Happy birthday Chinx!!!!! A little bit of weird angsty season 6 canon divergence where the Evil Queen’s mirrorworld actually had consequences based on THIS edit of yours. I love you a billion, pocket friend. Here’s to the years to come!

Thanks to @katie-dub for helping my poor wordless ass pull something out of the bag. You rule.

Rated T. 1.3k.

The thing about mirrors is that they never quite show the truth. The curve of a smile, the trail of a tear, yes, and more besides, but the truth is something beyond the power of glass.

This much, Emma knows.

She knows it in her bones, the way she knows that the heavy wooden door is bolted shut without having to try it, that her dinner will appear when she turns her back, steaming lightly and with magic clinging to the edges of the plate. That the pale cheeks and red-rimmed eyes she sees reflected back at her are both her and not her. True, but somehow not true enough.

That she is alone and always has been.

That she is not, and never was.

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Caesura by @seastarved

Caesura /sɪˈzjʊərə/ n. In poetry, a rhythmic pause in a poetic line or a sentence where the reader stops to breathe. England, 1915, the world is having a war to end all wars. But, in the midst of the nightmare that seems to encompass their every hour, two people find one another and learn to how to breathe again. (WW1 War Artist AU)

Happy Birthday dear @seastarved!!!

time to shut down

There are several widely spaced, yet firm knocks on her door.

Honey forces her eyes open and flits them over to the clock on her phone, which says almost a quarter to four. In the morning. Four AM. Zero-four-hundred hours.

If it was anyone else at the door, she would be more than just irritated–she does love her sleep–but as it is, she knows that knock, and even so late, and so tired, her stomach does a little flip.

Tadashi is leaning his head against the doorframe when she pulls the door open, eyelashes fluttering against his pale cheeks, and he looks like he may have fallen asleep in the thirty seconds it took for her to get there.

“Hey,” he mumbles, looking up at her blearily, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey,” she responds.

She knows this look of his: dark circles under the eyes, chapped lips, and a raspy, husky voice when he says, “Honey, can I sleep here tonight?”

Standard “problem with the project” look. Her mind flashes to Baymax sitting in his compartment, possibly making popping and whirring noises, which leads to thoughts of Tadashi bent over his work desk, grimacing as he calculates and configures. 

Ah, more flip-flopping in her stomach.

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A Thousand Kisses, A Hundred More

A/N: seastarved requested:


Words: 4,739
Rating: F is for Fluffy; S is for Send your dentist bills to Chinx; H is for HOLY CRAP I LOVE THESE TWO IDIOTS SO MUCH THERE IS A PHYSICAL ACHE IN MY CHEST THAT WON’T GO AWAY.
Mood Music:Through the Dark” - Helen Jane Long (piano instrumental)

FFN || AO3


Her body comes awake slowly, her mind even slower, but she feels the light press and retreat of his lips on hers, the warmth of his breath dancing enticingly over her mouth as he gently coaxes her from her dreams. She hums, shifting instinctively when he moves over her and presses her further into the warmth of the bed. Her legs part, cradling his weight while his lips brush a little more insistently, a little more desperately.

Ohhh. She opens her mouth wider at the first swipe of his tongue over her bottom lip, hands reaching up to tangle in his hair of their own accord. He keeps her in that half-dazed state, lazily yet thoroughly exploring her mouth with teeth and tongue as if attempting to map out all of the secrets she possesses. He angles his head, deepening the kiss, and she swears to God her toes curl while heat sparks along every inch of her.

It’s still so new, this requited love between them, but when he kisses her this way, it’s as if they’ve done it a million times over, like two puzzle pieces perfectly matched and simply made for each other. It makes her sigh contentedly, makes her heart squeeze sweetly as she pulls him in just a little closer and moves her mouth just a little more fervently.

The scrape of his scruff against her skin tickles, makes her chuckle delightedly into his mouth and she feels his lips curve up at the sound. He eases up, gives her just enough breathing room but keeps close and nuzzles his nose against hers before pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of it.

“Morning,” she murmurs, unable to keep the grin off her face.

“Hi,” he whispers.

And it’s stupid how ridiculously in love she feels but she doesn’t care. She lowers her arms so her hands can cup his too-handsome face while she studies him. He’s grinning back at her like an absolute idiot (the expression no doubt mirroring hers) and she can’t hold back the laugh that escapes.

“Hi,” she answers, fingertips tracing along the planes of his face — cheekbones, jaw, eyebrows, nose, lips. He turns his head, kisses at her palm, then nips playfully at her index finger before leaning down to brush his mouth over hers again. 

“Can we stay here all day?” he asks, the words spoken lightly over her lips.

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A winter CS one-shot + graphic set for the lovely and amazing seastarved as a Christmas present <3

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Emma rested her head on Killian’s shoulder as they watched their little girl trudge with faltering baby steps through the snow.

“Most precious princess in all the lands,” Killian murmured lightly at her side. Emma smiled, a genuine content smile, and Killian moved his lips to kiss the top of her head.
“Second only to her mother,” he finished, pressing a cheek to her hair. Emma chuckled under her breath.
“Trust a pirate to make a girl feel like a queen, hmm?”
Killian hummed deep in his throat.
“I know all sorts of ways, love,” he replied, a seductive whisper at her ear. Emma shivered in her wool coat, nothing to do with the cold, but pursed her lips and swiveled to look her pirate in the eye.
“Is that so, Jones?” she teased, tilting her chin up to look at him with a challenge and the dust of a smile in her eyes. Killian cocked an eyebrow at her, smiling himself.
“Aye, love,” he whispered. “I’d be happy to show you when we get home.”
Emma bit her lip, her eyes flitting from Killian’s lips to his eyes and back.
“Careful, Jones,” she whispered, glancing briefly at their daughter before meeting her husband’s alluring gaze again. “You’re bringing me dangerously close to wanting to make another one.”
Killian smiled.
“With pleasure, Swan,” he said, a grin coming to his face. “This time a boy, perhaps?”
Emma’s lips broke into a full smile, and with a laugh she grabbed her pirate’s lapels and pulled him into a kiss.

~ * ~

“I love you, my ridiculous pirate, you,” Emma murmured when they broke a moment later, nestling into his warmth.
“And I you, my beautiful princess,” Killian murmured back, tucking her close as the soft snow swirled around them.

anonymous asked:

Could you guys rec some of your cs au week faves? Thanks so much and lovely blog!

We sure can! And thank you for your kind words!

*untitled by killians-dimples

MATURE. [ONESHOT]. College best friends AU. Killian and Emma go to their favorite bar one night after class to blow off steam.

Why I love this: Holy hell Batman, someone pour a bucket of icy water on my head. The steam and sexual tension is off the roof and so on-point you just want to knock their heads together and yell at them to “just kiss already”. And then some. Yeah, way more than kissing.

*The Nicest Thing by lovethatshit

T. [4146 words; ONESHOT]. Emma and Killian are new writing recruits for the TV show Heroes & Villains and become close when they work on a script together

Why I love this: The dialogue is so perfect and made me laugh at loud so many times I couldn’t keep track. I love all the interactions in this fic, not just the ones between Emma and Killian (though, ofc, those are my absolute faves). And the ending was perfect. Such a fun premise and great execution.

*The Logbook by bookstoreromantic

G. [ ONESHOT]. Henry’s struggling with his job as the Author, and Hook offers to help.

Why I love this: Although Emma isn’t exactly present, you can still feel her in Killian and Henry’s interactions and that makes this possible (plausible) divergence truly painful. And I love seeing them support each other and Killian share a piece of his past with Henry.

*Forged in Iron by ripplestichskein

T. [2998 words; ONESHOT]. Killian uses a new set of skills gifted to him by the Author’s AU to fashion a present….of sorts.

Why I love this: An interesting headcanon that’s developed so well that I kind of wish this is what happened in show. The way everyone supports each other throughout this really tugged at my heart and the moments of their weakness, Killian’s especially, hit me hard.

*Red-eye to Incheon by InitialA

T. [6,859 words; ONESHOT]. She called him Pennsylvania for the Pirates hat he always wore. He called her Boston because he claimed that Massachusetts was too much of a mouthful. It’s their thing. It’s comfortable.

Why I love this: I really need to come up with other descriptors for fics besides “cute” and “adorable”, but oh my goodness this fic was so sweet I think I lost teeth. Their banter and dynamic is so well-written and it’s hard not to smile while reading this fic. I also love the background relationships - Emma and Ingrid’s, for one - in this fic.

* Oyer and Terminer by ohmyohpioneer

G. [1,767 words; ONESHOT]. 1693, Massachusetts Bay Colony (A Salem-esque AU)

Why I love this: This fic is a definitely historical, The Crucible slash Scarlet Letter esque piece. I didn’t really care for The Crucible or The Scarlet Letter, but this fic was honestly enjoyable. Killian’s dialouge to Emma is so, so in character and lovely. Emma’s walls - which definitely have a reason for being there, given the circumstances - also mirror canon in the way that she lets them down for him.

*Pies and Secrets by jncar

G. [4,212 words; ONESHOT]. Killian Jones could bake pies and wake the dead. Emma Swan was a down on her luck P.I. with a penchant for knitting. A CS/Pushing Daisies AU.

Why I love this: I realize admitting this is like committing sacrilege but…I have never seen Pushing Daisies? I will fix this one day, I swear! I think that goes to prove, though, that even if you haven’t this fic is enjoyable. It explains the universe really well and, of course, Emma and Killian’s relationship in this is really well-written. I love the pacing and style of this fic, too.

*Baby, I’m a Monster Too by seastarved

M. [DRABBLE]. It happens to him when he’s been alive for nigh on three hundred years. He’s lost his love and the only semblance of family he had ever had, since his father had left him aboard that ship all those years ago.

Why I love this: A very (realistic would sound hilarious when said about a demons au) plausible look at how they could become one of the soulless and god the ending, the hopefulness and the pain is just !!!! everything to me. (Plus the beautiful graphics)

*still a princess by literatiruinedme

G. [DRABBLE]. She had royal blood, a fact she couldn’t deny, no matter how hard she tried.

WARNINGS/KINKS/TRIGGERS (IF ANY):  mention of terminal illness/character death

Why I love this: This is so bittersweet that it left my nose a little itchy. It has everything: healthy Captain Duckling, flawless writing for Emma’s relationship with her parents, and bonus Captain Snowing moment. An adorable little drabble that deserves more notes.

2015 CS WIP Recommendation Master Post

Here is my promised list of WIP fic recommendations that I found this year! We have so many talented writers in this ship. Ratings will vary. I couldn’t find some of the authors on tumblr, but would appreciate links if you know them! Also, while this is a list of ongoing fics I enjoy, it’s by no means exhaustive and there’s a ton of other great stuff out there. Also, I apparently like smut. 

(Alphabetized, because that’s the best way of organizing.)

Brother of a Preacher by @lenfaz. I love Priest!Killian, but he’s great as the brother of the reverend too. (M)

Call Me by @mayquita. So sweet. (T)

a candle lit by freedomatsea. A new one from a prolific author & I’m excited.(E)

Community Service by @jscoutfinch. You’re one of the reasons I’m obsessed with Priest!Killian now… (E)

Familiar Stranger by onceuponanobsessedfan. Intriguing. (T)

The Fire of Love by @hooklineandswan. Cowboy Killian and angry Emma make my life. (E)

Fool’s Gold by @seastarved. Can’t handle the anticipation. (M)

Fragile Design by @xerxesrises. Fake married, yass. (M)

The Hazards of Love by @this-too-too-sullied-flesh. (M)

Learning to Love (Again) by @captain-k-jones. Lovely, my friend. (M)

Prairie Lullaby by @ooshka-babooshka. Western, fantastic. (M)

The Reformed Scoundrel by @hooklineandswan. (E)

Take Me to Church by @optomisticgirl. More Priest!Killian. (E)

Until the Fog Lifts by @thejeweloftherealm. (T)

Warm Nights and Firelights by @oubliette14. Classic. (M)

We Own Tonight by @totheendoftheworldortime. I love LD. (E)

wow i can get sexual too by @swanisms. AMAZING. (E)

More new fics are added every day, and I just sigh in appreciation at all the quality writers in this fandom. 

Yes, it’s still 2015 where I am, so this still counts!


Based on a third prompt challenge from seastarved. [You can see all the entries here.]

Emma couldn’t sleep, still restless after everything that had transpired that day.

Tinkerbell. Tinker. Bell.

She was supposed to be used to this by now – or at least that’s what she thought. She had finally accepted the fact that her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming. She knew that just on the other side of the campfire’s warm embers was the Evil Queen. Hell, she was lying on the ground next to Captain Hook, a pirate who kindly poked a hole in a coconut for her earlier in the night. And still, her mind was having trouble accepting that she met an actual fairy today who was going to help her get her son back.

She rolled over on her back, replaying the plan over and over again in her head. They could use Tinkerbell to get into Pan’s camp. They could save Henry. They could pack everyone up on the Jolly Roger and head home – maybe. They worked so hard to get there and get to Henry that they hadn’t really thought about how to get back – something that Tinkerbell was quick to point out.

Looking up at the stars, Emma exhaled loudly and wondered if Henry could see the same night sky from where he was.

“I can hear you thinking, Swan,” muttered the pirate next to her.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recommendations that haven't received the recognition you think they should? Or, alternatively, any recommendations for stories you've read more than once? I'm currently caught up on my personal to read list and looking for new stories, especially with the news that shall not be mentioned. AU is preferable!

Hey nonny!

Ahh I feel ya. i’m gonna try and list up some older works, ones that may have been forgotten or unheard of. Most my fic faves have either been lost or deleted and i’m absolutely useless at keeping track.

I love so many fics out there and majority of them I see get recced quite often, so i’m going to list the gems I haven’t seen so far.

But i’m gonna pull some from my ffnet faves list and hopefully some from memory. 

I’m useless at tumblr URL’s so apologies for not tagging names, i’m just going to list the FFNET names.

We build these walls to watch them fall by Jadeddiva - Post Neverland, and i love it. 

He deserves by Revenessa - A nice angsty one shot.

You give me love by ForPony39 - This is the 4th instalment of a fantastic little series called ‘you give me’ i’d definitely tell you to check them all out. S3 based.

A guide on how to Woo by Tadpole24 - A little valentines fic I love.

Actions not words by Jadeddiva - The love I have for this story… my gosh.

Lovestoned by Moirariordan - Sex pollen hits Storybrooke! It’s funny, it’s sweet & it’s really worth reading!! 

Read between the lines by ofprincessesandpiratesandheroes - Some angst during Kansas

The favor by Madj - A ‘what’s your number’ modern AU. 

Welcome to the 21st century captain hook by Alqalunte - A cute little bit about Hook getting a phone in s4. Captain charming and captain cobra too.

Deeply loved by Emn1936 - The s3 battle with Zelena goes differently. It’s very angsty.

New normal by captainkillianhjones - Canon divergence from 3x20. Cursed Killian/Amnesia. Angsty. 

(Just give me) one perfect moment by emn1936 - Post Neverland where Emma and Killian are secretly seeing one another. Much angst, very good. 

H-E-Double Hockey Sticks is Other Peoples’ Parents by Las-Botas - Modern AU. Emma’s a girl’s hockey coach and Killian’s a single dad. 

These days of dust by leca B - An AU where Emma keeps Henry. no magic or curses. I have such a massive love for this story. it’s so beautifully written and really touches my heart. If you haven’t given this a try yet, please do so.

Twenty-Five hours to sunrise by Daughter of the black - Technically a christmas fic but can be read at any time. I really love this one. it’s fun and really enjoyable. Canon divergence post S3 where the kiss didn’t happen. 

Stories at a bar by nitefang - A series of moments between Killian and the Charmings. Post S3 CD. 

The very thought of you by Karindalynn - Modern AU. This was one of the first Modern AU’s I dipped into and i’ve never regretted it. It’s got everything. Action, humour, romance- it’s great.

Someone like you by seastarved - S4 finale canon divergence. This story absolutely breaks my heart. Deckhand hook…. enough said. 

Fast friends by randomsquare - Post Neverland canon divergence. I love this one!

As real as you want it to be by always-been-a-pirate - Modern teachers AU. One of my favourites. Read it!

The shorter story by bluestoplights - S2 canon divergence. it’s so juicy!!! And totally what I wish would have happened. 

Alive again by rebeccaV - season 1 with cursed Killian as a shy waiter at Granny’s. 

Always meant to be (just friends) by mona001 - This is probably my absolute favourite friends to lovers fic of all time. The angst, the love, the pining - you feel it all so much. It’s absolutely beautiful. 

Breaking the hinges by piratesails - modern neighbours AU. This one is still in progress but it’s definitely worth reading. I have such a soft spot for this one.

Some sort of neighborly by shipping-goggles - Neighbours AU. This one is so great!

This is all I have for now and if i’ve forgotten any i’m so so sorry. I’m trying my hardest to dig through the archives. 

She is as wild as the sea; he, fierce as a storm. Both restless, and reckless, and a little lost. When they meet, the waves crash and dance, the wind whips the air into a frenzy, and fear and rage are dashed like ships on the rocks. Her smile is the crest of a tidal wave; his threat is the first drop of rain from a leaden sky.

And love finds them both like the tide, strong and sure and inescapable. She is not frightened of storms. He has never feared the sea. His voice turns gentle, like a light breeze sweeping in from the sea. Her touch becomes a caress, like the swell lapping at the shore. Sunlight glistens in her hair. Blue waters reflect in his eyes.

The tide carries even the lost to shore, in the end.

A little Captain Swan AU for the wonderful and magical @seastarved - thank you for all the stories you share, and happy birthday! <3


This is inspired by the Hiatus Challenge #1 by @seastarved. link here

AO3 link here

“Again, Killian?”  

“Oi! It’s not as if you haven’t been trapped in the brig yet! I got you out of one just last week!”

“Yes, but you’ve been a pirate for years! I’ve been a pirate for just one! You shouldn’t be getting caught so easily!”

“Aye, well I didn’t have my beautiful pirate princess to look out for previously,” he replies flirtatiously, while leaning closer to the bars.  

Emma leans in closer as well, “I distract you then, hmm?“ She smiles at him while batting her eyelashes.  

Killian groans. She would be the death of him.  

Yet, he can’t believe just how lucky he is.  

Emma is actually a princess. When she was twenty-one she decided to run away from the castle. Her parents love her dearly, but they were also overprotective. She wanted a sense of adventure and knew she wouldn’t be able to convince her parents, for she had been trying for years. Finally, when she turned twenty-one she’d had enough. She was an adult and could handle herself. She packed a rucksack with essential items she needed, took some money and jewelry she could sell, and left. She didn’t have a solid plan yet, but she started with going to a tavern that was far away from the castle that she would leave early in the morning before her parents noticed her absence.  

And that’s where she met her pirate.  

Emma was sitting at a table alone ready to retire for the evening when he showed up right in front of her, swaggering to her table in a manner only he could master and straddled the bench at her table, facing her. Before she could muster out a word to tell him to go away, he picked her hand up and kissed the back of it, keeping eye contact the whole time. Even when his lips released her hand, she could still feel the tingles of where his lips had just been and it was something completely new to her. She’d had many suitors kiss her hand, but none of their kisses left a feeling like that before.  

She could see the bastard was smirking, as if he could read her inner thoughts. He probably knew the effect he had on women and could read the expression on her face clearly. He hadn’t released her hand yet and continued to hold it when he finally said, "Captain Killian Jones at your service, milady.”  

She was confused for a moment. He was wearing leather, well, everything, with a red vest. What did he mean Captain? But then realization dawned on her.  

“Captain of a pirate ship?” She asked. And she was proud her voice came out even and steady, what with her heart beating an erratic rhythm thanks to his good looks, especially his eyes.  

Oh those eyes.  

Those blue eyes.

And to top it all off he had an accent that would make her swoon if she didn’t have any decency.  

“Aye, we sail where we will and answer to no crown.” He told her while maintaining his smirk.  

Oh, the irony. He answers to no crown, but he certainly answers to her.  

At first, she was reluctant to trust him, but as the time got later and they’d been speaking for hours, she felt herself relax. She didn’t know why, but something told her he wouldn’t hurt her and she could trust him- even if he is a pirate.  

Once she told him she had never been outside the kingdom and was eager for adventure, he offered her residence on his ship. He didn’t know why he asked her to come with him, he’d never done such a thing. He’d also never stayed up all night with a woman just to speak, instead of enjoying more pleasurable activities. He knew he couldn’t let her go and so he offered. What he hadn’t expected was for her to accept his proposal.  

Killian had been planning to leave that night and that was even better in her circumstances than to leave in the morning. He gathered up his crew and they made their way back to the ship. His crew knew to keep their hands to themselves and that she is to be treated with the utmost respect, no one daring to ask why she was suddenly joining them. She took up residence in the first mate’s cabin and began to learn everything there is to know on how to be a pirate, changing into the appropriate leather attire as well.  

The truth that she is actually a princess came out only a few weeks after she’d joined the crew, so to speak. Only he knows the truth and they keep it that way. She had decided she wanted to be truthful to him because she didn’t want to start their friendship off with secrets.  

That friendship quickly grew into love the more time they spent together. She soon moved out of the first mate’s cabin and Smee was happy to get his cabin back.  

After about six months of being with Killian, she wrote to her parents so they could stop worrying. She didn’t tell them where she is or what she’s doing, only writing that she’s safe, happy, and with a man she loves. Maybe one day she’ll go back to see them, but for now she’ll be alright knowing that she can finally put their minds at ease.  

They stay far away from her kingdom. When they are in port, they may do an illegal thing or two. You see, since both of them are so stubborn and competitive, they’ve created this little competition- who’s the best at not getting caught? It amuses the crew and they are always ready in case they need to go with their captain or his lady to bust one or the other out of the brig.  

They are pirates after all, topped with their stubbornness and competitiveness, the result is a ridiculous competition that so far has no end date.

Which brings them to their current predicament.  

She smiles in triumph at the effect she has on him, even after a year.

“Well then Captain, you’re going to have to figure out a way to not be so distracted anymore. Because this is the second time you’ve gotten caught and I’ve only been caught once since we started our little competition. It seems I’m going to win,” she says with a smug smirk she must have learned to master from spending so much time with him.  

She catches the competitive glint in his eyes that always appears when she challenges him.

“Never,” he responds determinedly with a grin on his face.  

“We shall see,” she responds with a teasing smile.  

They get him out in record time, not a struggle at all for pirates.

Once they’re back in their cabin on the Jolly Roger, he whispers something to her as she’s drifting off to sleep.

“Hmm…?” She asks him sleepily, opening her eyes and lifting her head from his chest.  

He smiles down at her softly, love in his eyes. He brings up the arm that was wrapped around her waist  and strokes her cheek with his hand, “I’ve already won.”

She looks at him confusedly, wondering what he means when she’s clearly been winning so far.

“I have you and your love. I’m already a winner in every way that counts.”

She looks up at him with the same look of love he has in those blue eyes she loves so much, raising her hand and stroking his face gently, simply whispering the three words she’s said to him so many times in the quiet of their cabin.  

He kisses her forehead and brings her even closer to his side, if that’s possible.  

A few minutes pass and he thinks she’s already fallen asleep.

He’s drifting off himself when she suddenly whispers, “I’m still winning our competition though.”

All he can do is let out a loud laugh that mingles with hers, music to his ears.

His ridiculously stubborn pirate princess.  

Renegades [0.5/?]

For Chinx, the incomparable @seastarved, on the occasion of your birth.

You may not remember darling, but a few months ago when I was going through the worst time of my life, you virtually held my hand, patted my hair and generally reminded me that throwing myself in front of a train would be a really terrible plan. And when I desperately wanted to write, just to forget what a shitty world we live in, and had no ideas whatsoever, you suggested I tried something where Captain Swan keep robbing each other. This is a canon-divergent / EF / Captain Wench adventure story that came from that prompt, specifically written to hit as many of your favourite tropes as I can manage! Or it will be! Eventually! Consider this a 2.5k sneak peek of a chapter.

I wish you the very happiest of days. Nobody could deserve it more. As silly as it may seem to say about someone you’ve never met, who lives on the other side of the planet, you’re the best friend a grumpy, war-obsessed, big-kid could ask for. I love you masses.

This bit is a T, but the whole thing will be M, in the end. Probably. It will also end up about 25k. Maybe. Written under the influence of far too much P!ATD. (Particularly The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly, for reasons that will soon become obvious.)

“We really should stop meeting like this.”

Her captive beams at her as he swings gently to and fro in the net, his shortened arm hanging useless at his side as Emma taps his confiscated hook against her lower lip.

“You’re pretty cocky for a guy who’s hanging six feet from the ground.”

He hums in agreement, picking at the ropes with the bejeweled fingers of his remaining hand, and offers her a devilish smirk.

“Believe me when I say, love, that this is quite the enjoyable form of hanging compared to what I’m usually faced with.”

Emma scoffs, and tucks the hook into the waistband of her stolen pants. “Why are you following me?”

“Following you?” He tsks sadly, shaking his head at her as if she’s the one who’s been caught out, “Don’t think so highly of yourself. You have something that belongs to me, and I’d like it back.”

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