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Former URL - branlovesouat. Thirty-something, US based. This is a place for my fanfics and reposts of other fandom goodness. I'm a big OUAT fan, esp. Captain Swan and KnightRook (pretty much any iteration of Killian Jones is good stuff).
I may occasionally also post Roswell (both the 90's version and Roswell, NM), Buffy, Star Wars, Marvel (especially Jessica Jones and Stucky), Disney, and any other content that strikes my fancy.
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Where have I been lately?
I have been MIA from the fandom for the past several months, but with good reason (I think it's good, anyway).
I am working on a novel! Life has been super busy with work and other duties, so I haven't been able to write as much as I want, but I have about 45,000 words down. My goal is to finish the first draft by year-end. I'm only halfway there yet, so I've still got lots to write. I probably won't be around much still while I churn that out.
Thanks to all the amazing CS Crew who still remembered my birthday even though I've been out of pocket. You all are so amazing! I love and miss you all, and really wish I had a community like this to support my original work. It's been lonely.
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!!!!! A gift fic? For me? Omg, you are the best @searchingwardrobes!
I am so sorry it took me two days to see this. I've been MIA a lot lately, working on my first novel, and I haven't been able to be very active in the fandom. But I am still do awed that you all think of me and do amazing things like this! Thank you!!!
Stand in the Rain
Happy birthday, @branlovestowrite! I am so glad I got to know you during the first CSSNS. You are a talented writer and a sweet mama. I have enjoyed swapping stories about our little girls and adventures with American Girl dolls : ) I wish you the very best day!
I have always had the head canon that Emma and Killian hung out a lot in between the moments of crisis in 3B. Though we didn’t get a lot on screen, it felt like these two grew to be best friends during that time. This is a deleted scene showing that, along with some angst due to Killian’s cursed lips and Emma’s walls with a dash of sexual tension. I hope you like it, Brandy!
This is based on the song by Superchic[k]. Yes, as in “One Girl Revolution.” They are my guilty pleasure, okay? Plus, there’s more to the group than poppy girl power songs. This is a ballad written about the lead singer’s battle with an eating disorder, and it is surprisingly deep. Plus, I will always and forever blast the entire album Karaoke Superstar (yes, I know all the words to every song) because it makes me feel like I can conquer the world. Cadet Kelly and Elle Woods knew a thing or two.
Summary: Was this the only way she could let herself feel? To let her tears mingle with the rain so no one saw? An emotional hurt/comfort fic taking place sometime after the episode The Jolly Roger.
Words: 2,000 and some change
Rating: T for sexual tension
Also on Ao3 and part of my Fandom Birthday Playlist
Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells @jennjenn615@welllpthisishappening @kday426 @let-it-raines @teamhook@kmomof4 @bethacaciakay @profdanglaisstuff @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @tiganasummertree@whimsicallyenchantedrose @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs @winterbaby89 @distant-rose@shireness-says @xhookswenchx @optomisticgirl @spartanguard
She never slows down. She doesn’t know why, but she knows that when she’s all alone, feels like it’s all coming down. She won’t turn around. The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down.
Killian Jones could always feel rain coming, deep in his bones, so he wasn’t surprised when the squall descended on Storybrooke, drenching the town in a downpour of frigid winter rain. His room at Granny’s was a much cozier haven from the storm than what he had been used to on The Jolly Roger, and for a rare moment he was thankful he was here in the inn instead of Storybrooke harbor.
Though his room was warm and full of creature comforts, he wasn’t able to relax. Not when the Wicked Witch was attempting to use him as her pawn, not when even being in Emma Swan’s presence was the worst kind of torture. Not that he would kiss her anyway if she didn’t seem responsive, it’s just … Was he imagining things, or did she seem responsive lately? Of course she’d begun to thaw towards him just when his bloody lips had been cursed. Had his life ever been anything but constant struggle?
Killian dropped his fisted hand to the wall with a thud, his jaw clenching. He wouldn’t kiss her, no matter how he was tempted. Even if she flung herself into his arms -
He groaned at the thought. Maybe he wasn’t as strong as he thought he was. Which was precisely why he’d distanced himself from her, though it killed him to do so. As he pressed his forehead to the cool glass of his second floor window, he startled at what he saw. Emma herself was standing, body rigid, face tipped up to the pouring rain in the middle of the street in front of Granny’s. He glanced at the clock, his forehead creasing with even more concern when he saw that it was past two in the morning.
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The happiest of birthdays to you, love!!!
Thank you! It was pretty nice!
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It’s writers appreciation day darling! So I wanted to let you know how much I love and appreciate you and your writing!!! Love ya lady!!
Omg... Nonny!!! How did I miss this? I have been so absent from Tumblr lately and I am sorry I didn't see this sooner. Thanks for sending the love!!!
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Happy Birthday!!! 💕🎈🎉🎂💝🍸🎀🎁🎊🎆🎇💞😘
Thank you!!! It's so nice to know the CS community is still thinking of me, even though I've had to step back. You all are amazing!
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Happy birthday, love! Wishing you a fabulous day and have something sweet to celebrate your awesomeness being on Earth for another year!
Thank you! I am sorry I didn't respond sooner. We were visiting family over the weekend. But, in a way, this just extends the celebration, right?
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Happy happy birthday my friend!!! I so hope you’ve had a wonderful day! Love you!!!
Oh thank you! I am so sorry I didn't respond sooner. We were visiting family this weekend. Thanks for thinking of me! Love you too!
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Bucky with long hair:
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That architecture you chose for A Story Told At Last is gorgeous!!! 😍
Isn't it? I stole borrowed the picture from an article I found about the ruins of a 19th century chateaux in Belgium. The pictures are incredible to look at. Here's the link: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3744841/From-Disney-castle-abandoned-ruins-Haunting-pictures-inside-crumbling-chateau-stuff-fairy-tales.html
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Art for A Story Told at Last
This banner is a piece I created for @snowbellewells and her latest @cssns work A Story Told at Last.
When she told me she was doing a ghost story, I knew immediately that I wanted to make a manip, rather than a pic set. I'm quite happy with the results! I hope it inspires you to check out her story and give Marta some love!
He closed his eyes, breathing in the somewhat musty air that somehow, to his mind, also brought hints of spring rain, apple blossoms, weathered wooden planks, leather and sea salt. Shaking his head at his own ridiculously detailed imagination - now bringing him scents even, as well as hoped for sights and stories - Henry turned to carefully make his way back out of the rocky rumble, avoiding an overturned settee frame with bits of ripped upholstery clinging to it and a few floorboards, whose soundness appeared debatable. Watching where he was placing his feet and the path back to the entrance in the beam of his flashlight, he failed to notice that materializing behind him, wispy white and hazy against the deepening gloom within the old walls, two shadows, almost corporeal but not quite, were silently watching him go…
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Starfish?
Yes, papa. It’s me.
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My first thought was "that's one way to shed the Captain America moniker", but the more I think about it, the more I could totally see Cap just getting fed up and going off on some neo nazis.
Chris Evans in Knives Out (dir. Rian Johnson, 2019)
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Happy 4th of July to my US friends, and Happy Anniversary to my first CSSNS story from 2018, The Man of Misthaven!
This is tied with Complicating Factors as my favorite story that I have ever written. Writing this story was so much fun. I loved delving into the paranormal / supernatural elements and also weaving the historical with contemporary scenes.
I have to give thanks to @gingerchangeling who served as my beta on this story and helped sense check my writing about bogs. I still have not seen a bog in person, but that will change one day!
Also, many thanks go to @hollyethecurious who made the beautiful banner for the story. I still love looking at it, even one year later.
If you missed this story last year, I’d love to hear your opinion now! Give it a read and let me know what you think!
The Man of Misthaven: Part 1 of 4
I can’t believe it’s finally here! I have been working on this story for a while, and it feels a little surreal to be posting it now. I must give thanks to @gingerchangeling for being my beta as well as my go-to source for all my bog questions. And of course many thanks to @hollyethecurious for creating this beautiful photo set. Go give her all the love! And finally, many hugs and thanks to @kmomof4 for creating and coordinating @cssns. This is such a fun event, and it’s been amazing to see all the great supernatural stories. Keep up the good work everyone!
And now, without further ado, I give you…
The Man of Misthaven
Summary: Storybrooke Maine is preparing for their annual fourth of July parade when they stumble upon a 300 year old body buried in Misthaven Bog, just beyond the town line. This is the first bog body discovered in the Northern US, and could put the town on the map… if only it hadn’t gone missing. Deputy Emma Swan should be focusing on the search, but she’s been a little distracted by the dark haired, blue-eyed man with amnesia she rescued the day before. Just who is this man she feels such a strong attraction to, and does he have any connection to the missing body?
Rating: T
Words: ~5,900
Also on AO3 and fanfiction.net.
Part 1
Storybrooke, Maine, Friday June 29, 2018
The morning sun was just rising when Emma Swan parked her car. She pulled her long blonde hair into a low ponytail and grabbed her travel mug of coffee. Stepping out of her car, she huddled against the slight morning chill and tugged her favorite red leather jacket closer to her body. Once she was settled, she headed toward the boardwalk that traversed Misthaven bog, just outside the city limits of Storybrooke, Maine, where Emma had lived for most of her life.
Storybrooke was the textbook definition of small town, with not much to recommend it. There was a quaint main street lined with cute shops, like every other small town in America, and a small harbor to the east, where the smell of fish from the cannery destroyed any romantic notions a passerby may have. The north and south of the town held forests with a single, two-lane highway bisecting them. To the west of town, a quarter-mile past the town line, lay a small wetland known as Misthaven bog.
Nestled just beyond the forest, the bog was not large and easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look. Clouds of mist rose over the area in the mornings, earning the warm wetland its name. The flat plain held a wide array of plant life, which in the summer included brilliant orange flowers and wild blueberries. The ground was made up of squishy peat moss, a requirement for the area to be considered a bog, and pools of water gathered in the more saturated areas. The landscape was punctuated with a few short, scrubby trees, but for the most part you could see for half a mile in all directions. The sky felt enormous there, like you were standing under a clear dome and looking up at a beautiful blue tapestry, decorated with soft balls of cotton made to look like puffy white clouds. It was one of Emma’s favorite places to go when life felt overwhelming. Quiet and unchanging, she especially loved it in the mornings, when she could come and sit on one of the benches on the boardwalk and think while she watched the birds flit in and out.
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Captain Swan Supernatural Summer: Art for Face to Face in the Broad Daylight
This is the banner I created for @snowbellewells for her latest story, Face to Face in the Broad Daylight. This a sequel to he CSSNS story from last year.
This was so much fun to make, but also challenging. Its really hard to find pictures of Graham smiling! I'm really happy with the result, though. I love the pairing of Graham and Belle. If you haven't read her story, I highly recommend checking it out and giving her some love!
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The Decoy Groom (4/5): A CS Fanfic
Hello friends! Apologies again for the delay! This has been a really busy time personally, and I haven’t had much time to devote to writing. Here is part 4. No guarantees, but I will try to get the final installment up by the end of next week.
This is my CS AU loosely (very loosely) based on the movie The Decoy Bride (starring Kelly MacDonald and David Tennant; it’s super cute and highly recommended). Brennan Jones is in this story, and, as it’s a no-magic AU, Tim Omundson will be playing that role.
Title: The Decoy Groom
Rating: M for chapters 1, 2, and 4. Chapter 3 is rated E for smut.
Summary: After a failed turn as a musician in Los Angeles, Killian Jones has returned to his home: Storybrooke Island, a remote, tiny island off the coast of Maine. Emma Swan is a famous actress that just wants one day out of the spotlight so she can get married. Storybrooke Island, just two miles long and accessible only by ferry, seems like the answer to her prayers. But will she really be able to keep her nuptials a private affair? And can Killian find the solace he craves when there’s a world-famous actress in town?
Need to catch up? Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Also on AO3
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Emma huffed in annoyance as she walked away from the lighthouse. Fortunately, Storybrooke Island being so tiny made it very easy to navigate. She knew that, as long as she followed the main road, she’d be at Granny’s soon. She kept to the grassy shoulder, cursing her bare feet. She was going to have the world’s best pedicure as soon as she got back to LA.
The pants Killian gave her sagged on her hips. She’d tied the drawstring as tight as she could, but she still feared for their ability to hold. The shirt he’d given her was likewise enormous, her figure swimming within it. She was sure that she looked like a wild person, storming along the side of the road with her bare feet, baggy clothes, and sex hair.
Shit. She had sex hair. Of course she did. Before his girlfriend walked in, Killian had given her the best orgasm of her life. She very vividly remembered thrashing her head against the bedspread as he’d tended to her. The man had an extremely talented tongue. A small part of her wished the girlfriend hadn’t walked in so soon, so Emma could have seen what else he could do.
But she immediately cursed herself at the thought. Killian was in a relationship. He’d cheated on his (very young) girlfriend, who’d sounded genuinely hurt when she’d found them together like that. Less than 24 hours ago, Emma had learned of her own fiance’s infidelity, and now she was helping another man do the same. She felt utterly wretched. How could Zelena have gone along with Walsh when she was fully aware that he was attached to, marrying, even, another woman? Just the thought that she’d caused pain for this Ruby was eating Emma from the inside out.
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