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ouatnextgen · 9 months

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Hello five people who will look at this blog!

Here is a general overview of what's in this AU and some of what's changed in canon. I won't be re-explaining the entire show (I don't hate myself that much) but when it becomes relevant and/or I have an idea, I will put it here. Like I said in the description, let me know if you need anything tagged

If you have any questions about this AU, the characters, the ships, please ask me! My dumb brain can't remember everything I've come up for from this AU, and answering questions helps me cement everything in my head.

I will use "#the season 7 rewrite" and "#the next gen verse" for my stuff, "#other people's ideas" for other people's stuff, and "#adjacent" for stuff that won't really fit into either category.

This is a queer friendly space. This AU includes trans and non-binary characters, characters in same-sex relationships, aromantic and asexual characters, and queer M/F presenting pairings. If this bothers you, leave and come back when you're a better person.

Mega Change: Hope and Alice are now twin sisters, and Alice takes on more of a role like Rapunzel in Tangled. More on that below.

Ships: Since shipping is...what it is, I decided to lay out all the main ships that show up in this AU, either Next Gen ships or canon. Don't like, don't read ect, ect

Captain Swan

Snowing

Rumbelle (potentially past, I'm workshopping a bit)

Belle X OC (potentially)

Outlaw Queen (past for a bit, but Robin's coming back, don't worry)

Glass Believer

Curious Archer/Mad Archer

Cygnet Scholar (Hope Swan-Jones x Gideon Gold)

Sleeping Prince/Prince Squared (Neal "Leo" Nolan x Philip II)

There are some other ships as well, but these are the main ones. I might make a post of all the ships eventually, because making up ship names for this fandom is really fun.

Rewrites: This section's gonna be a doozy, so I'm splitting it into three sections; Timeline, Character, and Plot

Timeline *sounds of crying come from the distance*

Timeline and ages are two of the worst documented things in this show. I'm not even going to try with the older characters, but for the younger characters, an attempt was made, starting with Lily's birth and abandonment in 1982, Land Without Magic (LWM) Time.

My AU takes place twenty years after Season 1, so around 2031 LWM Time.

Some of this is headcanon, and most of this is probably wrong, but this works for me, so don't correct me and make this even more complicated than it already is plz.

Timeline:

1982:

Lily is born to Maleficent and Zorro

1983: Storybrooke’s Creation

Emma is born to Snow and David (October 22nd)

~eighteen years later~

2001:

Henry is born to Emma and adopted by Regina three weeks later (August 15th-September 1st)

~six years later~

2007:

Roland is born in the EF to Robin Hood and Marian (February)

~four years later~

2011: Season 1 (October-December)

Henry is ten

Alexandra is born to Ella and Thomas (October 29th)

2012: Season 1 (January-February)

Season 2 (February-???)

Season 3 a

2013: Season 3 b

Neal Nolan is born to Snow and David (May)

Philip II is born to Philip I and Aurora (July)

Season 4 (November)

Season 5 (December)

Robyn Hood is born to Robin and Zelena (December)

2014: Season 5 (January-??)

Season 6

Gideon is born to Belle and Rumplestiltskin (March)

2015:

Hope and Alice are born to Emma and Killian (April)

Alice is kidnapped by Gothel (May)

~seven years later~

2023:

Benjamin is born to Snow and David (January)

2024:

Charles is born to Thomas and Ella (February)

Arabella is born to Philip I and Aurora (August)

2025:

Lucy is born to Henry and Jacinda (August 15th)

~five years later~

2031: Twenty Years Since Season 1

Character: I am not a huge fan of the multiverse, let me just say that now.

Trying to retcon everyone I liked from Season 7 into the same universe as the rest of the show was daunting (I'm looking at you, Jacinda) but the way I see it is this: Like the show said, there are so many different versions of fairytales out there, but there are also similar fairytales that have nothing to do with each other except common tropes (like Allerleirauh and Cinderella for instance.)

So maybe Alice Liddell and Alice Jones can exist in the same universe, because while they both are called Alice and went to Wonderland, they have totally different stories.

(This entire block of text was mainly about the whole Jacinda/Ella and Ashley/Ella situation)

Alice Jones (mega rewrite incoming): Alice is the twin sister of Hope (older by thirty minutes), and is the daughter of Emma and Killian. She is the new Savior. Gothel kidnaped Alice when she was a month old, and raised her in a tower in the Enchanted Forest for twelve years, just like Rapunzel in Tangled.

When Alice was twelve, she overheard Gothel saying that she was kidnaped, and was able to use her powers to escape. She tried to portal home, but ended up in Wonderland, because her favorite book was Alice in Wonderland, and so she considered it 'home.'

Alice lived in Wonderland for four years, until Will and Anastasia found her and took her to Storybrooke, where she was reunited with her family.

I also thought the whole "hey look at my Guardian OC, they're even more powerful than saviors and they can't be affected by dark magic and they have unlimited power and-" was suuuper dull. So, Alice is a Savior, just like her momma. And this way, it creates a dramatic irony that Gothel, who took Alice to save her own skin, ended up taking the Savior who is destined to destroy her.

Gothel: tbw

Regina: So, it's been a while since I've seen some of the later seasons of OUAT, but as far as I remember...Regina never wanted to be queen, right? Obviously she regrets not being a good queen to her people, but becoming queen was always what Cora wanted for her: Regina herself just wanted to be loved.

So I found it kind of odd that, at the end of Season 7, Regina became the queen of every realm. As cathartic as it is for Regina to receive the title of "The Good Queen" rather than "The Evil Queen," I kind of feel like this is a hollow attempt to give Regina her Happy Ending (after A&E killed her actual Happy Ending off, of course.)

I really feel like the best ending for Regina would be for her to remain Storybrooke's mayor. She can still be a leader and make up for her mistreatment of her people, and I feel like she can do that even better as mayor; she can hear them out and take their criticisms much easier as mayor than Queen. Additionally, being the leader of a smaller town means that the love of her people means something more. Ruling over millions of people from several realms doesn't exactly give anyone the warm fuzzies, yah know?

AND being mayor would give her more freedom and self-expression away from her mother's influence, so that way, she could have her cake and eat it, too.

Snow and David: I have to say, the later seasons (even the seasons I actually liked) did Snow SO dirty--and no, this isn't about the Lily thing. I won't turn this into a rant, but just know that that is my position as of now.

Snow and David still have their farm, but Snow is Queen of Misthaven now. She operates mostly out of Storybrooke (for plot reasons) and she, Regina, and the other rulers of the Kingdoms regularly team up and advise each other. Neal (Leo) is their heir, as Emma turned it down.

Jacinda: Here's where it gets complicated.

Jacinda is SUCH a pretty name, I always thought it was kinda sucky that it was Ella's "cursed" name. So in this AU, Jacinda is her real name. Original Cinderella (Ashley) gets to keep Ella because 1) She was here first and 2) Ashley is a way lamer name than Jacinda.

After much thinking and stressing, I have decided that Jacinda and Ella are still both Cinderella...sorta. Jacinda's story will be reminiscent of the Grimm's version (with some OUAT twists) while Ella's will be based of Perrault's version. The only things I'll switch are the shoes, since Jacinda's whole ship with Henry kind of revolves around GLASS slippers. (In the Grimm version, they were golden slippers, which I will give to Ella instead)

To make things simple: Jacinda never gets a Fairy Godmother, there's a pear tree involved, no pumpkin coach, there are three balls, birds, and glass slippers.

Ella has (had lol, thanks Rumple) a Fairy Godmother, a pumpkin coach and animal coachmen, a single ball, gold slippers, and the nickname Cinderella.

Does it make sense? No.

Is it important to my Next Gen Verse? Also no. So I ain't stressing it.

Jacinda's and Ella's Families: Another easy one. Ella gets the Tremaine name (she was here first, and her story aligns better with the Disney movie) while Jacinda's is changed to Belfrey.

Also, I thought that the whole "Rapunzel is also Lady Tremaine" thing was dumb as all hell, so that just straight up doesn't exist. To keep it simple, I used Victoria and Ivy for Rapunzel and Drizella, and just shortened Anastasia to Ana, because there are both an Anna and an Anastasia in this universe.

Many other characters remain the same: Tiana and Naveen, Facilier (except his and Regina's thing), Hansel turning evil for no reason (I thought that was hilarious) and a few others who don't matter.

I will add more to this post as I think of things.

#the season 7 rewrite #the next gen verse #ouat next generation #ouat next gen #cygnet scholar #sleeping prince #prince squared

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youbestedme · 3 years

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Emma, Killian and little Hope’s first professional family photos💗

Although she has the biggest “life is a photoshoot” attitude at home (straight from her dad), it was quite the challenge to make baby girl look at the camera for a few shots. So yes, the cookie she’s holding is for bribing purposes. (straight from her mom, that sweet tooth of hers😂)

#captain swan #hope swan jones #emma swan #killian jones #OUAT #once upon a time #cs manip #captain swan baby #captain cygnet #swan cygnet #captain swan edit

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sprnklersplashes · 4 years

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the perfect partner (one-shot)

captain cygnet+captain swan

Very few people believe Killian can actually cook. He’s Captain Hook after all, terror of the high seas, the most cut throat pirate to ever hoist a sail, et cetra, et cetra. No one thinks that he would be able to whip up a mean casserole or being the best cottage pie to the potlucks at Granny’s. But life is full of surprises, especially in Storybrooke, a place where Snow White is a bandit turned schoolteacher, Little Red Riding Hood is a werewolf and the wife of Dorothy Gale, and oh yes, Captain Hook is an excellent chef.

And tonight he’s turning to Italian, stirring the rice once more before turning down the heat on it. He always cooks it from scratch, never store bought. Zeus only knows how many chemicals are in those things. On the rare occasions she cooks, Emma simply raises an eyebrow at him, reminding him that not everyone has the time to go out and buy ten ingredients or the patience to make something from scratch. Much as he loves Emma, he has to disagree with her. Especially since Henry introduced him to cooking blogs on the Internet, he’s found it simpler than ever.

He chops up a few more mushrooms than necessary before throwing them into the pot, fully aware that this is likely the first time his wife or his daughter have eaten a vegetable today and he’s determined to make the most of it. Hope has inherited many wonderful things from her mother, bravery, kindness, a sharp sense of humour, but she’s also inherited her mother’s eating habits and despite her swearing up and down she had a healthy lunch, he’s not entirely convinced. At fifteen, she's past her ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ phase and the supply of chocolate bars in the cupboard is getting smaller each morning.

“Dad?” When he looks up, the girl herself is standing in the doorway, a small smile on her face that doesn’t hide her anxiety. He drops the spoon, barely remembering to turn the heat down more before turning to her. Since having Hope, he’s discovered an instinct that’s completely new to him after 300 years. A change in the way she walks or a crack in her voice has him standing to attention with all the discipline of his Navy days. It also doesn’t help Hope’s case that she tends to wear her emotions on her sleeve.

“Anything wrong, love?” he asks.

“No… well… I don’t know,” she replies, beginning to pick at her nails. “I need a favour.”

“What is it?”

“Well….” Her voice grows higher as she steps into the kitchen, her eyes looking anywhere but him as she bites her lip. “You know how I’m going to the dance with Melody, right?”

“Yes.” How could he forget? The entire Charming-Swan clan had been waiting with held breath to see when Hope would finally pluck up the courage to ask the little mermaid out. Emma was close to asking Melody out for Hope, since it had worked in getting her brother and Gideon together, but Snow had held her back, insisting Hope needs to find her path herself. Unfortunately, their daughter isn’t as gifted with charm as her grandfather is, nor does she have the blunt bravery of her mother. Hope spent weeks in wide-eyed friendship with her, the date of the dance looming closer with no sign of her asking, her nerves getting the better of her at every turn. Eventually, Robin intervened before anyone else could, and Melody agreed with the kind of perky enthusiasm her mother is well-known for.

All in all, it was an exhausting affair.

“Well… the thing is…” Her cheeks turn pink and then crimson and she folds her arms, tapping her foot against the kitchen floor. “Idon’tknowhowtodance.”

It takes Killian a while to work out what she said, but when he does, he’s a little taken aback by it. He’s sure he danced with her when she was young, and he always assumed it was in her blood, just like courage and compassion and magic. He thought it came with the Princess package.

“You can’t?” he repeats gently, sensing Hope’s embarrassment from her tight shoulders.

“Nope,” she sighs, shaking her head. There’s a scowl on her face and either anger or shame sparking in her green eyes, a look he’s seen more than once on Emma. She rakes a hand though her hair, attempting a weak shrug. “I mean it’s just… You know, dance class never really worked out for me. And I never really liked it anyway. And they didn’t like me.” Killian nods, curling his hand into a fist. Snow had insisted Hope take ballet and ballroom classes as a child, even though it became clear she wasn’t cut out for them. The poor girl still struggled with balance and rhythm and when every other girl in the class turned left, she went right. She lasted a few years before the two of them decided to put her out of her misery and take her out of the classes. He had never seen Hope so happy as when Emma asked her that. And while they couldn’t get an official diagnosis of dyspraxia, no one was surprised when it was suggested.

“They didn’t not like you Hope,” he reminds her now.

“I know, they just didn’t like my body and it’s lack of coordination,” she replies, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “I mean this is kind of your fault when you think about it.”

“How exactly?”

“You made me,” she replies, breaking out into her trademarked sarcastic grin, covering up any insecurity. She gestures to herself as if to prove her point. “This dyspraxic mess is entirely your fault.”

“50%,” he responds, laughing along with her. “You’re only half me. But… you still want to dance with her?”

“Well, yeah.” She bites the inside of her cheek, her face turning the same kind of pale pink it normally does when she thinks about Melody. “I want her to have a good time. And don’t-” She adds just as he opens his mouth. “Don’t tell me that we’ll have a good time no matter what. It’s a dance. I want to dance with her.” She looks at the ground, now biting her lip and resuming picking her nails, faster and deeper this time. “So… can you teach me?”

“Oh, Hope,” he says. As if she’d ever need to ask. “Use your little talking device to pick a song. Then I’ll show you how to dance, Cygnet.”

And when she smiles at him, dimples and sparkling eyes and laughter, it makes the 300 year wait for her worth it.

She flicks through her phone and turns on a song about Christmas lights, guitar strings and lovers and sets it on the counter, the music filling their kitchen.

“Good girl. Now you take my hand. Now, normally the man leads but in this case-”

“Such heterosexual nonsense” she sighs dramatically, tossing her head back at the tragedy. She pulls her long, black hair into a ponytail and takes his hand.

“Indeed,” he laughs. Thankfully, he’s found ways around that after more than a few dances with men in his past. “What I was going to say was that since you did the asking, you’d be the one to lead. So you be you, and I’ll be Melody.”

“Oh, Dad,” she scoffs, her eyebrows shooting upwards. “That is really gross. On about every conceivable level, that is gross.”

“Just for tonight, little love,” he reminds her. “Now, that means your hand goes on her back…” He directs her hand as such. “And her hand will be on your waist.” He does so as well, bending down to meet her height. Hope is gifted in many things, but height was not one of them. In fact, he’s fairly certain Melody is a head taller than her. That should be interesting. Normally Hope would be laughing at him, but now her brow is furrowed and her jaw set as she concentrates. It’s a little surprising; he of course knows how bad Hope’s crush on Melody was, but he never thought it would be more than a schoolgirl fling. Yet with how seriously she’s taking this, it might just be. “Now you find the rhythm, Cygnet, and you guide me.”

“Find the rhythm?” she echoes sceptically. “I don’t think the rhythm likes me very much.”

“Trust your gut, Hope,” he tells her firmly. “No matter what else, you’re a pirate. You’ll find it.” Hope closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and begins moving, taking them in a slightly jerky and awkward dance around the kitchen.

“Sorry,” she winces. “That was your foot.”

“It’s okay love, keep going,” he says, watching her count the steps in her head. “Hope you know you will also have to look at her at some point, right?”

“I have to do what now?” she asks. But she lifts her eyes to his, identical to her mother’s and grandmother’s, and filled with uncertainty. While she still stumbles and missteps, she’s better than she was before; her movements more smooth and even though there’s a lack of confidence, she counts out loud less. She even manages to spin him out and under her arm, even if she has to stand on her toes. “Is this good?”

“This is great,” he tells her. “You’re getting the hang of this.”

“I hope so,” she says, her smile falling.

“Hope?” he asks, hair pricking up on the back of his neck.

“I’m fine,” she says, even if her face says otherwise. “Just… this is kind of our first date. I want it to go well.”

“And it will,” he says firmly. “One thing I’ve learned, Cygnet, is that it’s not the night you spend, it’s the people you spend it with.” Hope smiles, softer now. It’s times like this he allows himself to think he’s doing good here. “I’ve spent some lovely nights with the most dreadfully boring people, and some chaotic and wild ones with the most amazing person imaginable.”

“That better mean me,” a voice comes from the doorway. While it does make them both jump, he’s put at ease in the next second. Emma leans against the door, exactly the same way Hope did, a smirk on her face and her hair wet from the rain outside. “Otherwise we may have some problems on our hands.”

“Who else would I mean, love?” he asks. She strolls into the kitchen, shaking her head in amusement.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” Emma says, gesturing to the two of them. “That was cute, what you two were doing.”

"Dance lessons," he explains. She nods, stepping back with amusement on her face, particularly when she looks at Hope.

“Actually,” Hope begins, a gleam in her eyes. “I have a better idea.” She lets go of Killian and runs to Emma instead, pulling her onto their makeshift dancefloor. When she pulls Emma towards him, it’s obvious to anyone what she’s planning. “You two do it.”

“Not that I’m complaining,” Emma says, her voice soft and laced with laughter. “But what is this accomplishing, kid?”

“I learn better by watching,” she explains, sitting up on the counter and holding her phone. Normally he’d scold her for sitting on the counter, but with her smile and the pleasant air about their kitchen, it feels a shame to break it. Killian shares a look with Emma, both aware that her reasoning is flimsy at best, but neither one of them has it in them to say no.

“What do you say?” Emma asks, grinning and holding out her hand. “You want to show the amateur how it’s done?”

“Nothing I’d love more,” he tells her, pulling her close and listening to her laughing. He twirls her around the kitchen, slightly aware of Hope capturing the moment on her phone, Emma’s blonde hair flying and her laughter getting harder as he dips her. Emma’s not a perfect dancer by any means, but she is the perfect partner. Less elegant and poised, more rough and reckless, but beautiful and brilliant all the same. He’s equally as charmed by her now as he was in Midas’ castle.

And if Hope captivates her date in the same way, which she will, then she has nothing her worry about at all.

#ouat ff #captain cygnet #killian jones #hope swan jones #captain swan #emma swan #ouat #i came up with this idea 2 years ago and finally wrote it bc i didn't want to study *dances*

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the-essence-of-a-complex-soul · 4 years

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What I think Hope-Swan Jones will be:

Her eyes as blue as the sea,

Her skin as fair as snow,

Her hair as golden as the sun.

She was a quiet soul, and her sheer brilliance and beauty astonished those around her. But for the most part, she was a living portrait of her mother, and had inherited Emma’s features, blonde hair, and personality. But she had Killian’s eyes.

I would expect Hope to be really quiet when she is young, like Killian was when he was young. But as she grows older, I expect for her to open herself up more and learn to put herself out there.

I think that Hope, being more like Emma, would definitely be more like a princess than a pirate. I expect her to love castles, balls, dresses, and love living a royal life. I often think that people forget that her roots are from the Enchanted Forest, and she is part of the Royal Family, as well as a Royal princess of the United Realms. I hate when people try to make her all modern, because she is not. She is so much more than that. She is a Royal Princess for God’s sake, and most importantly a Charming, and people just completely forget about her heritage and try to make her as an ordinary, common girl. Well she is not. She is special.

And why is she special, may you ask? Because firstly, she is the daughter of the legendary Savior and Captain-Hook, a pirate-princess, the granddaughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, as well as the product of two generations of true love. She has the strongest light magic in all the realms, and her beauty enamors and enhances those around her.

Obviously she has magic. SHE IS THE PRODUCT OF TRUE LOVE AND HER MOM IS THE SAVIOR. She has strong light magic, and I hate how people just completely brush that off. Magic runs in her family, and I expect Regina, Emma, and Elsa to all teach her magic and help her control her powers, since they are tied to emotions.

I would expect Hope to be a huge book worm. While her parents are discussing things at the Sheriff’s Station, Hope would curl up in a corner all day and read continuously. She also would be a huge day dreamer, and would always doze off and delicately observe things around her.

Being the daughter of Captain Hook, I would expect her to have a large temper. She is also extremely tough, and hardly ever cries. She also fiercely loves her family and friends with all her heart, and will do anything to protect them and insure their safety.

She also has a sense of justice. Anytime she sees anything unfair happening, she would never by stand. Her courageousness and bravery allowed her to stand up for anyone. Everyone knows not to mess with Hope Swan-Jones, unless you want you front teeth to be knocked out.

I expect Hope to have a strong and fierce connection with the sea. She would have a little secret hide-out by the ocean, where she would store her most prized possessions.I expect her to just spend hours in front of the sea, pouring her head over books and daydreaming away.

I also expect Hope’s best friends to be Melody (Ariel’s daughter), who is a red-head and part mermaid, as well as Elsa’s daughter, who inherited her mother’s pale blonde hair and her ice powers. Since Melody would be half-mermaid, every time her feet touches the sea, her legs would turn into a mermaid’s tail. I expect her and Hope to go swimming all the time, and Melody would swim so fast and far that Hope would have trouble keeping up!

Also, being the daughter of a feisty Savior and the fierce Captain Hook, Hope has an adventurous side. She would often sneak out and venture off to many realms as a child. She and Elsa’s daughter, both being users of magic, would defeat any monster or source of Evil that comes their way. I expect her to go on many adventures, like Henry did, and be the hero and save everyone, since she comes from a family of heroes anyways.

I also expect to be a very smart an intelligent kid. Killian would teach her many foreign languages and would educate her on everything about the stars and the sea. Little Hope knew everything from tying the simplest of knots to leading the helm with an iron fist.

Being more like a princes, I expect Hope to prefer the Enchanted Forest and their Castle any day. That wasn’t a problem, since the realms are now united. Hope Swan-Jones knew everything from shooting arrows to sword fighting and riding horses.

I also expect Hope to be a dancer. She would take dance classes with her best friends, and her favorite styles would be acro and ballet.

I also expect Hope to be very mischievous. She and her best friends would to the naughtiest things, often landing themselves up in trouble. They would sneak out all the time to meet each other at each others castles, and would get themselves grounded by wanting to help when the vilest of villains attacked the United Realms.

I expect Hope to be crowned as the Queen of the United Realms after Regina, and to bring great change and happiness all over the Realms. She would be the Greatest Queen in all history, and people would look up to her.

I expect Hope to have a specific name, such as the Light One, being the product of true-love and having the strongest light magic in all the Realms. Just like how Emma is called the Savior, Killain is called Captain-Hook, and how Henry is called the Author, Hope would also have a specific role like that as well.

And lastly, I expect Hope to have an adventurous, fairy-tale like life. She would not be born into her happy-ending, she would have to fight for it, just like the rest of her family did before her. And most importantly, she will get past all the obstacles in her life, with the one the one thing she was named after, and what she is the embodiment of. HOPE.

#hope swan jones #captain cygnet #hope jones #daughter of captain hook #daughter of savior #fairy tales #snow white #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #savior #captain hook #hope #cs #ouat #captainswanbaby

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svenjaliv · 6 years

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... in which Killian teaches his daughter how to sail - sort of.

art | society6 | redbubble | etsy | tip jar

Don’t crop/edit/tweet and please reblog, don’t repost. Thank you!

#captain cygnet #captain swan #daddy killian #killian jones #cs kid #hope jones #ouat fanart #my art #more a sketch really #but whatever

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justanotherwannabeclassic · 6 years

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Fic prompt: Killian Jones, and the “babies come with hats” speech.

#knightrook #captain cygnet #you decide #even if we kinda got one with knighhtrook already

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saveme-storybrooke-potc · 1 year

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Killian: Look, you have to do what mommy says.

Hope: Why?

Killian: 'Cause I do

#incorrect quotes #source: everybody loves raymond #ouat #hope alice jones #hope swan jones #killian jones #killian brennan jones #captain cygnet #ouat incorrect quote #incorrect ouat quotes #once upon a time captainswan #once upon a time #killian and hope

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kazoosandfannypacks · 14 days

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kazzy's otp playlists

our parents are sworn enemies but we're childhood friends to lovers [hope swan jones x gideon gold]

bluebells underwater [bettina vanderpoel x lord mount dunstan]

i just know i'll fight next to you [percy jackson x annabeth chase]

if it can be broken [killian jones x emma swan]

i'm counting on you [sabine wren x ezra bridger]

beauty and the puppet [belle french x august booth]

wish we could start over again [leo valdez x reyna avila ramirez-arellano]

you can be my lovely navigator [leo valdez x calypso]

you named them all anastasia [will scarlet x anastasia tremaine]

you were my new dream [rapunzel x eugene fitzherbert]

no fear? no fear. [zack underwood x melissa chase]

to love him would be like loving the sea [maristella arrington x adrian alyward]

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elane-in-the-shadows · 5 years

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Red Queen Fan Fiction - Red Huntress Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10jj

Epilogue

Find this on wattpad and on AO3

Deep in thoughts, Diana almost botched her handshake ritual with Madeline when her little sister arrived. Madeline smiled off her irritation, so Diana returned to her pondering, even as she chewed on her bread.

It was one of the rare truly hot and sunny days in the northern Lakelands, and it had rained the days before. So, were the Silver storms and nymphs even needed to prepare the soil for the corvee, or would the plants grow with the powers of the greenies just as well?

Finished with her meal, Diana glanced at her mother to mention her doubts. Maybe they were seeing this too negatively? But the words died on her tongue as she saw Mama occupied with chatting and giggling with Madeline.

Typical. Her mother – both her parents – freely shared their worries with Diana, the elder, while they continued to pamper Madeline. When Diana had been seven, as Madeline was now, she had already taken care of her baby sister, on her own, when their parents were at work.

So it was still, when Mama had a double workload for herself. Even last winter, after the evening Mama miscarried the baby they couldn’t afford. She’d left Diana and Madeline behind to go hunting again at the next dawn.

Although that night, all three of them had fallen asleep arm in arm, hugging each other and holding tight. Not only Mama and Madeline …

Diana sighed, taking a sip and using another splash to moist her face. She got up, looking for Giselle or another friend when her mother spoke.

“Diana, please help Madeline carry the baskets back to the village,” Mama told her.

Taking a breath, she prepared to argue. Madeline stood at their mother’s side, holding her hand, just like Diana had little time before. Jealousy added itself to this day’s general frustration.

But when Mama grabbed her shoulder, Diana could only nod. No wonder. Clara Farley was too formidable to be denied.

“Sure,” Diana agreed.

Madeline didn’t stop talking on their way back to the village. It was one way to pass the long road home by listening to Madeline’s stories about their aunt Heather’s kids, who Madeline was closer to as they shared an age.

That still did little about Diana’s dim mood, though. Everything became clearer to her today. It had always been a burden how distant everything was, yet she only realized its weight right now. The vastness of the fields, to provide for the village just the needed amount of crop, cost its habitants a lot, in labour, time and energy. It was like they were always working or walking somewhere, with no time for anything else that the lords – or the villagers themselves, probably – would call “unnecessary”.

Diana hated she didn’t have even the option to try it out, whatever, “it” could be.

“And?” Madeline inquired. “Any Silvers showed up already?”

Diana snorted.

“Oh please!” Madeline insisted. “I can’t believe you saw nothing. Was it the queen? Tell me it was the queen!”

Diana stopped dead. “The what?!”

“Queen Cenra, the nymph?”

Diana laughed, but Madeline wouldn’t let her curiosity die. “You know, I kinda imagined …”

“What?” Diana said sharply. Couldn’t she be spared this? “Why do you have to be like this? So … so …” But she didn’t know like what. There had to be a word, Diana was sure, but no one had bothered to tell her, and likely the new queen didn’t want her to learn it. The Cygnets had never shown themselves interested in the northern Red peasants, even less in their education.

“Why do you look forward to wave and bow to the queen?” Diana said instead. “Like a good serf?”

Madeline shrugged. “It’d be cool, if we can say we’ve met her in person …”

“So you can say what to her? Ask her that Papa comes back and never has to leave again?”

Madeline’s jaw fell down, then started to shiver, like she was about to cry. Immediately, Diana felt horrible. However her day went, she couldn’t shove her anger on her little sister. She dropped the basket she carried and stepped toward Madeline.

“I’m so sorry, Madeline, please, I just want him to return, too …”

Madeline wiped her tears and swallowed her sob, not showing her sadness like their mother wouldn’t.

Diana didn’t know if she should be proud or hurt that Madeline managed to do this. She could only wait nervously for her sister to accept her apology.

Finally, her sister took the last step into her arms. “Sure, Diana,” she whispered. Then, having pulled away and picking up Diana’s discarded basket, she said “I can take this now, we’re almost there.” She paused. “I’ll stay the night at the farm.” She smiled faintly.

Diana nodded, and hugged her sister once more. “Have fun,” she said softly, but wondering if the fissure she pointed out was too blatant to ignore any longer.

Madeline dashed down the way to the farm kept by their aunt and uncles, taken over from their grandparents. Turning around, Diana herself hesitated to rush back to the fields. It felt so pointless, but what should she do? She strolled through the village, on the only street that had been tarred ages ago and now was more cracks and bumps than anything else. Hardly any street or road was long-living in the Lakelands, because of the marshy, humid ground. She supposed the Silvers had methods to build better streets, on better lands.

Yet in Sieverling, nature crept back in every crevice, in every corner, whether you looked at the plants growing in the holes in the streets, or at the houses interspersed with smaller fields, pastures or the outskirts of the woods, with some long branches reaching over and shading the paths its people used. Diana’s own home was rather in the forest than the village, given it had been the hunters’ lodge for generations. Her father had no living relatives on his side, so Mama and Diana’s assistance was welcome. Only that Mama always had a long walk between the forest and her work at the butcher’s, especially when she was dragging her game there ….

“Heh?”

While Diana had sauntered, her mother almost ran to her, to her surprise. What was she doing here? But Mama reached her before she came to a conclusion. She took Diana by the arm and urged her into another direction, toward their house.

“Mama?”

Her mother only looked forward. “We’ve something better to do than kicking our heels,” she said.

At home, Mama merely told Diana to feed their dog, Lily, then took a sack and her old hunting rifle. Diana was puzzled – that wasn’t enough equipment for a hunt. But her mother didn’t reply, only smiled earnestly and bid Diana to come with her into the woods.

It was obvious hunting wasn’t the goal. It wasn’t the right time for that, but a lucky hit was always possible. Yet Mama walked too fast to find game, and with a certain determination that unsettled Diana.

Instead of prowling through the brushwood, they entered a well-kept path, soil but better to walk on than on the damaged villages paths. “This one leads to the manor,” Mama said after they’d covered two kilometres or so. “Lord Isère wants us, that is, Papa, me, Anam and the other woodcutters, to maintain it perfectly. So he can show up in leisure in his transport or carriage, should the desire strike him.”

“And having a pretty view while he’s at it?” Diana added, glancing at the flowers planted on the sides.

Her mother grinned. “Yeah, that too.” She sighed. “I used to go along here quite often before I married Papa.” She paused, and Diana wondered where this was going.

“Before I had a secure, full-time job, I mean,” Mama continued. “When I was a teenager, I did all these odd jobs. To earn a few scraps of coin for the family, besides what I did at the farm. I went to another farm, or a shop, whoever needed a hand to help.”

“Like at the butcher?” Diana asked, guessing that was how she got her current job.

The corners of Clara’s mouth twitched and she nodded. “Like at the manor,” she added.

Diana’s eyes widened. “For the lord? I thought …”

“He has his own, regular farm hands, yes. But every now and then, he wanted more.” She stopped and looked at Diana. “Come. We’ve arrived.”

The path led on between several paddocks at the edge of the forest straight to the manor. Diana couldn’t help glimpsing at it, at a compound so much larger and richer than what she was used to. The paddocks and the steeds grazing it already looked noble, but were nothing compared to the flower beds and gravel yard surrounding the brick buildings. They couldn’t be exclusively living quarters, although the riding halls or stables or stores all appeared lavish on their own. There was no other way to describe the compound but as sprawling.

Diana didn’t want to call it beautiful. She wouldn’t.

Fortunately, her mother stopped at a paddock, assessing the horses in it. Suddenly, she grinned and whistled. Diana couldn’t believe it. Her mother was positively beaming – and one of the horses galloped toward them.

Startled, Diana inched away, but her mother waved her back. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, “I know this one from back in the day.” She started to stroke the red-brown horse’s head. “This is my old friend Diamond.”

Carefully, Diana moved closer and dared to touch the huge animal. She trusted cows much more, but she was happy for her mother’s sake, who clearly enjoyed this.

“Good horse,” Diana whispered, and smiled weakly at her mother, who patted her shoulder.

“Wait here while I look around, okay?” Mama said. “It’s safest here.”

Diana wanted to ask why they even came here, and what her mother was doing where it had to be not so “safe”, but she didn’t get the chance. Having placed her rifle somewhat hidden in a patch of higher grass, her mother hurried toward the buildings.

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once-upon-a-happy-end · 5 years

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CS Headcanon #2

After Hope Emma and Killian had at least one more child. It was a boy and they named him Liam

#once upon a time #ouat #captain swan #emma swan #killian jones #hope jones #captain cygnet swan #cs children #cs headcanon #because of course it wasn't just hope #i mean c'mon

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youbestedme · 4 years

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Captain Swan

7x02 • Their Hope under their intertwined hands

7x22 • Their Hope safe in their arms

#captain swan #killian jones #ouat #once upon a time #emma swan #hope swan jones #cs graphic #captain cygnet #swan jones family #swan cygnet #ouat s7 #ouat 7x22 #ouat 7x02

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sprnklersplashes · 4 years

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quarantine means i’m working on fic ideas i had 2 years ago

#otherwise known as: captain cygnet one shot working its way onto your local ao3

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the-essence-of-a-complex-soul · 4 years

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I will never understand why people try to make Hope some modern, spoiled brat, acting as if Emma and Killian are the worst parents ever that would raise their child to be selfish and rude. Like okay, they would obviously spoil her from time to time, but they would never encourage her to be a rude selfish bratface. They would teach her to be compassionate and grateful, and that even though she has them wrapped around her finger, she can’t get everything she wants. Like I just read this post on how Hope was acting really spoiled at her birthday party and how she thought that Al*ce was weird, and then ultimately commenting on how Robyn’s father was dead, hurting Robyn’s feelings. Emma and Killian did nothing to stop their daughter’s bad behavior. Like as if Emma and Killian would ever raise Hope that way. Hope would learn to be sympathetic and compassionate, not some spoiled brat. They make Captain Swan seem like horrible parents.

Also, I hate the idea of over modernizing Hope. Like she is a princess too. I don’t like how people try to make her all “modern” with know knowledge of her roots at the Enchanted Forest.

#Captain Swan #cygnet #Emma Swan #killian jones #princess #pirate-princess #Her roots are from the enchanted forest #CS #Captain Swan will be amazing parents

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aprilqueen84 · 5 years

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Sleep Tight

A/N: This little drabble(?) came to be from a video I saw over on Twitter of a father climbing into his baby’s crib to comfort her. This is unbetaed so any mistakes are mine. So enjoy!!

Summary: Having a rough night with Hope, Killian does the only thing he can think of to comfort his baby girl.

Tagging: @hollyethecurious, @resident-of-storybrooke, @nikkiemms, @jennjenn615, @xemmaloveskillianx, @winterbaby89, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @facesiousbutton82, @teamhook, @kmomof4, @capswantrue, @lieutenantpirate

Killian awoke to the sound of Hope crying from the baby monitor that was on the bedside table. He rubbed his eyes tiredly before turning to Emma who had just started to stir, “I got her this time love,” he whispered to her. She smiled as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek before falling back asleep instantly. He rose from the bed and made his way out of the room and down the hall towards his infant daughter’s room

As he entered the semi-lit nursery his eyes immediately went to his nine month old baby girl, who was standing in her crib crying. When Hope saw her father her tiny arms raised in the air reaching for him. Stopping at the railing of the crib he reached down to pick her up, “What’s the matter my darling,” he crooned softly to her. Hope’s cries turn into little whimpers as she settles her head on her father’s shoulders.

Killian rubbed soothing circles on her back as he rocked back and forth. “Come now Hope, Mummy fed you not that long ago and you don’t need a change so what's got you so upset,” her whimpers die down and she calms completely.

He goes to put her back into the crib, but as soon as he lays her down and goes to move away she’s standing up again, crying and reaching for him. Killian sighs and steps forward again, “It’s alright little love,” he said stroking her head trying to sooth her, but she just kept crying. Looking over at the baby monitor and not wanting Emma to wake up, he did the only thing he could think of.

Killian muttered, “Bloody Hell,” under his breath as he braced his hand on the railing and carefully swung his leg over it. He lifted himself up and into the crib, settling down on the thin mattress and resting his head upon it. Almost immediately Hope laid sideways across his chest, burrowing her face into his stomach and fisting his shirt with her tiny hands.

He placed his hand on top of her blonde curls and laid there for several minutes until he was positive that Hope was asleep. He then tried to softly move her off of him and onto the mattress, but as soon as he did his daughter tightened her hold on his shirt and started to whine. Sighing deeply he closed his eyes and told himself just a few minutes more and he would try again.

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Emma woke up surprised to find Killian’s side of the bed empty. Blinking the sleep from her eyes she looked over to the clock and was amazed that it was mid-morning. Also realizing that her daughter hadn’t woken her up, she had a pretty good idea where her missing husband was.

When she walked into their daughters room and over to the crib, she shook her head at the sight in front of her. Killian was fast asleep inside the crib with Hope curled up next to him. Their daughter had been have an unusual bout of sleeplessness lately, so her and Killian had been taking turns with her in the middle of the night. Last night had been the worst one yet, but how he had gotten into this situation was beyond her.

Leaning down she gently shook Killian’s shoulder to wake him up. His blue eyes blinking slowly open and there was confusion on his face , “Hey, what are you doing in there?” she asked him softly.

Killian looked up at his wife who was staring down at him with a bemused smile on her face. Realizing that he was still in the crib he set out to explain, “She wouldn’t settle down no matter what I did, and I didn’t want her to wake you so I climbed in so she would fall asleep,” he said in a rush, glancing down at his daughter when he was finished.

Emma’s heart swelled with love for her husband. The fact that he would climb into their daughter’s crib despite the discomfort he must have been in just to comfort her made Emma fall in love with him all over again. She reached down to pick Hope up, who had just began to stir, “Come on let’s get you out of there,” she said as she settled their daughter in her arms.

Killian managed to get himself out of Hope’s crib sans injury. But as soon as he stood up straight he could feel the consequences of a night sleeping in a cramped space, “Seven Hell’s,” he groaned.

Shifting Hope slightly in her arms Emma ran a hand up his arm and to his neck, “Sore?” she asked.

“Aye,” he answered, wincing as she touched a tender spot on his neck.

Hating to see him in so much pain she asked, “Why didn’t you come and get me?”

“Because it had already been a trying night with her and you had been up with her not long before,” he placed a hand to her cheek, “You needed to sleep love ” he said.

Emma smiled up at him, it was hard to argue with him when he says such sweet things, she leans forward and the two meet for a lingering kiss. They broke apart only when Hope who was fully awake now voiced her displeasure at being ignored by her parents. Pulling back and looking at their squawking daughter Emma pressed a kiss her her forehead, “Ok sweetheart,” she looked back to Killian, “How about we go give this one her breakfast and if you play your cards right I might rub those sore muscles of yours,” she wink at him.

He threw his head back and laughed, wrapping his arm around his two loves he once again wondered what he did to deserve such a fantastic life.

The End

#Captain Swan #captain swan cygnet #daddy killian #fluff #cs fic #cs ff

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