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ouatnextgen · 8 months

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Masterpost

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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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.

XXX

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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lizacstuff · 5 years

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Who do you think is present for the birth of baby Hope? And do we pretend there’s at least one more doctor in Storybrooke other than Dr Whale?

One would think there’s another doctor running around in Storybrooke, any other fairy tale characters that would fit?

I think just Killian was present for the birth of baby flapjack. At least in the room. I don’t think Emma is one to want an entire cheering section. I picture Henry and Gram and Gramps Charming in the waiting room until Hope is born and then once Emma and Killian have a few moments to bond and Emma’s had a bit to catch her breath, Killian would fetch them to meet the newest member of the family.

#captain swan #charming family feels #asklizac #cs reaction #captain swan cygnet #Anonymous

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darkcolinodonorgasm · 5 years

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«Swan, is she...»

«Well, you did say no boys until she was thirty...»

#captain swan rook #csr au #or whatever their family name is #i won't tag as csc because backlash #nah #you know what #captain swan cygnet #she still is their daughter in my mind so #mad archer #curious archer #my gifs

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sprnklersplashes · 5 years

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Forever Young

AO3

On May 18th, Storybrooke gathers together to celebrate one of the most important days-Hope Swan-Jones' birthday.

Normally, like every other teenager on the planet, Hope hates mornings. She definitely takes after her mother in that regard, pulling the blanket over her head and groaning after snoozing the alarm once, twice, three times. Gideon had taken the liberty of moving it across her bedroom so that she’d have to actually get out of her bed to turn it off, but he apparently forgot she has magic and can snooze it with a flick of her wrist.

Today though, well, it’s not really an exception. It’s different, meaning she only snoozes it once before getting up. After all, today’s special, as shown on the screen of her phone and the date on her calendar, circled in green marker.

Saturday, May 18th. Her birthday.

She flings the covers off and rolls out of bed. The first thing she does is run over to the full length mirror in the corner of her room. She turns around, examining herself from every angle. Her red waves are wild and seemingly untameable, just like they always are in the mornings, and she’s still small and slightly pale (unfortunately, her hair colour comes with snow white skin-and it suits her grandmother far far more than it does her), same scattering of freckles and green eyes that everyone says are a double of her mother’s. It’s the exact same face and body she had when she was 14.

She’s not sure why she’s disappointed. Logically, she should know that nothing would have changed overnight. She knows for sure what she’d have liked to have happened; for her to grow at least an extra inch and for her hair to be more manageable and for the apple cheeks that made her look 12 to finally disappear. For her to look older, she supposes.

She hears her family getting ready downstairs, the bathroom door opening and closing outside, and shrugs it off. Maybe her magical teenage growth spurt will come later (and in this town, you never know). For now it was time to get on with her day. After all, you only turn 15 once.

After throwing on her uniform, running a brush through her hair and pulling it into a braid, she opens her door to head downstairs, only to find Gideon coming out of his room at the exact same time. And all at once, she feels her body ready to leap into action. Like she’s a lion and he is a limping gazelle.

“Gideon!” she shouts, her voice squeaking, and throws herself at him until he hits the wall with an audible thump. She presses her chin to his chest and looks up at him, laughing as he adjusts his glasses. “Know what day it is?”

“The day I finally see Doctor Whale about the injuries you’re definitely causing to my spine?” he groans, but he’s laughing too.

“Nope,” she replies, shaking her head, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “It’s my birthday!”

“Oh, is it?” he asks. She lets him go, but the bouncing doesn’t stop, like something is running and fizzing through her veins. Actually something might well be; her magic isn’t always under control, especially if she’s feeling strong emotions. “I forgot. And I have this thing on today.”

“No you do not,” she tells him, poking his chest.

“No, I don’t,” he agrees, slinging an arm around her shoulders. They walk down to the kitchen together, where her parents and Belle are already present. Among the usual sounds of the radio playing old pop songs her mom loves, plates being moved around and the fridge opening and closing, Hope hears the unmistakable around of batter sizzling in a frying pan, and she shares a grin with Gideon.

“Race you!” she says, pushing him and taking the stairs two at a time even though he keeps walking, having never actually agreed to race.

She throws herself into the kitchen with all the grace of an excited puppy whose owners just came home, flinging her hair dramatically over her shoulders for good measure. At the stove, her dad grins, eyes still on the pancakes, but his shoulders shake from laughing. She looks around expectantly, briefly wondering where her mom is, eyeing the two adults in the room hopefully.

“Morning, Hope,” Aunt Belle greets, pulling her into a light hug. “And happy birthday, love.”

“Thanks Aunt Belle,” she replies. She runs over to the cupboard, grabs a plate and heads to the stove. Her dad looks at her out of the corner of his eye as she scans the pancake ingredients around the stove. Jug of batter, blueberries, raspberries, syrup-

“Where’s the chocolate chips?” she asks. “I can’t have pancakes without chocolate chips.”

“Well, theoretically you could,” he says, but a pout from her silences him. “But your mum’s off to get them-” His voice trails off as he hears a car door close outside, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. “And it seems she’s just in time.”

Her mom comes in, discarding her red leather jacket, holding not one, but two bags of chocolate chips in her hand. Her face lights up when she sees Hope, standing expectantly with her plate next to the stove.

“You, miss, are very lucky the grocery store is open in the mornings,” she tells her, hitting her head gently with the bags. “And that no one was around to ask me why I was buying chocolate chips at this hour.”

“Thank you, Mom,” she replies, smiling at her, batting her eyelashes for the full effect. Her mom laughs and places a kiss on the top of her head.

“Happy birthday, kid,” she says, a smile on her face to match Hope’s. She hands Hope the bag of chocolate chips and her dad steps back to allow her to pour them onto the two waiting pancakes. She drops more than generous handfuls onto them, chuckling as her dad winces slightly.

“I have to turn them over, love,” he reminds her when she begins getting a little adventurous.

“Wow Hope,” Gideon says dryly from the doorway. “Want some pancake with your chocolate chips?” She sticks her tongue out at him, waggling it for good effect.

“Hey,” her mom reminds her. “Manners.” But Gideon’s smile shows he’s in no way offended. Especially since he scrunches up his own face when all three adults have their backs turned.

After finishing off their pancakes-chocolate chip for Hope and blueberry for Gideon-and brushing their teeth, the loud, fast knock at their door can only belong to one person. Right on time, slightly unusual for him. Her uncle usually can’t keep track of time if his life depended on it. But when they open the door, sure enough, Lucas is standing on the doorstep, hands behind his back.

“Hey,” he says breathlessly, looking at Gideon rather than Hope, his cheeks pink and eyes shining. Hope rolls her eyes. They’ve been officially “a couple” for two months, but she still has to deal with this sappy mess every morning.

“Hi,” Gideon replies, smiling softly.

“Hey,” Hope says, breaking the unspoken communication between them. Admittedly, it was kind of weirdly sweet to watch her brother and uncle make doey eyes at each other. She guesses that’s what it feels like at that point. Not that she’d know.

“Hey birthday girl,” Lucas greets. He takes his arm out from behind him, holding out a small pink gift bag. Hope’s mouth falls open and she lets out a laugh. “Consider this a sneak preview of what’s coming tonight.”

“Oh my gosh, Lucas,” she says, taking the bag gently. “You know you didn’t need to do this.”

“Of course I did, you’re my favourite niece,” he says. “Go on, open it. It’s more than a cute bag.” She shares a grin with him and opens it, pulling away the white tissue inside to get to the real present; a small wooden fairy door, painted dark blue and covered in gold glitter, Hope’s name written in silver cursive writing on a white wooden plaque above it.

“Lucas,” she says, unsure of what to say. “It’s gorgeous!”

“Thanks,” he replies, blushing slightly. “I mean it’s nothing really.” Hope knows he’s lying, seeing his ‘tell’-a lack of eye contact and hands in his pockets. This isn’t nothing.

“It’s awesome, Luke,” she says.

“What’s awesome?” her mom asks from behind her. “Being on time for school is awesome, you know.”

“Mom, look what Lucas got me,” she says. When she sees it, her mom’s face lights up, looking from the door to her brother.

“That’s pretty great, Lucas,” she tells him, making him look at the ground, swinging his and Gideon’s intertwined hands. “Why don’t I put this in your room for you. That way you guys can get to school on time.”

They nod and bid Emma goodbye before heading off to school, Lucas and Gideon still holding hands.

“So Hope, how does it feel being 15?” Lucas asks.

“Weirdly, I don’t feel different,” she confesses. “Should I?”

“Nah,” he replies, waving his free hand. “You won’t feel the crushing weight of your own morality until you’re 16.” Gideon digs his boyfriend in the ribs, laughing.

“And then when you’re 17 it’s an existential crisis, according to Alex,” Gideon says. “It’s not too bad, kid.”

Hope nods, thinking about the year she’d had. Being born in May meant she had watched all her friends turning 15 before her. She had viewed turning 15 as a right of passage, moving away from your awkward preteen years and into a fully fledged teenager, the next step towards adulthood. But now, especially in her school uniform with the skirt reaching to her knees (while her grandmother was quite relaxed about it, Mrs Hubbard, their vice principal, was adamant that the skirts be regulation length) and pink hair tie, she still feels like a kid. She touches the edge of her hair tie gently. She hadn’t thought much when she put it on that morning, not even noticing the colour, but now she regrets it painfully.

Letting her arm dangle by her side, she waves her wrist gently and smiles as the hair tie changes from pink to black.

“Morning, people!” a voice calls just before they reach the school. All three turn their heads to see a slightly out of breath Philip jogging towards them. He pushes his too-long black hair out of his eyes and gives them a welcoming smile.

“Hey, Phil,” Lucas greets, bumping his fist against his. Hope wrinkles her nose. She supposes she’ll never get teenage boys.

“Happy birthday, Hope,” he says. “My parents are going to your thing tonight so your pres-” He cuts himself off, wincing.

“You weren’t meant to tell me that, were you?” she asks, giggling.

“No I was not,” he confirms with a grimace. Sometimes they had joked that Philip and Lucas must have been switched as babies, given they were only born two days apart, since Philip can’t keep a secret. The four of them laugh it off, crossing the courtyard under the May sunshine and into the school.

Inside, Hope stands at her locker, putting books in and out, while stopping to thank people who wished her a happy birthday. As the Saviour’s daughter and Snow White’s granddaughter, she was as close to a celebrity as she could be in Storybrooke; and everyone knew when her birthday was. Most of her classmates had either attended her naming ceremony as babies or their mothers had been pregnant with them at the time. There’s a photo in the living room on the day of her naming ceremony of her in her mom’s arms, Gideon in Belle’s, Lucas in Snow’s, Robin in Zelena’s and a lot of other babies with their moms. And with fame came frankly, more attention than she’s comfortable with. Especially since for a lot of those kids barely spoke to her outside of her birthday.

“Heyo,” someone says from behind her, followed by a word not appropriate for school. She knows who it is before she turns around. Robin Mills leans against one of the lockers, presenting her with a huge candy bar and a card in a pale blue envelope.

“Robin!” she squeaks. “Thank you.” She slides the chocolate into her bag and opens up the card, which displays a picture of a bowl of peas with the phrase ‘Ha-pea Birthday’ written in black block lettering. She looks up at Robin. “Did you pick this?”

“Hey, me and Alex spent a long time in that card shop!” she insists. Sure enough, when Hope opens the card, it reads; ‘To Hope, Happy 15th girl. Go crazy. From, Robin and Alex.’ “Unfortunately she had cheer practice this morning. But she wants me to convey the birthday wishes. So you know…” She waves her arms around awkwardly. “Wishes conveyed.”

“Thank you, Robin,” she says sincerely.

“Of course,” she says. She opens her mouth as if to ask something, but suddenly looks over Hope’s shoulder, her tongue darting out to the corner of her mouth. Hope can’t even ask before she hears another, unmistakable voice behind her.

“Hey Hope!” She jumps and turns around to see Melody Fisher, Ariel’s daughter, just behind her. Today she’s tying her hair back with a lilac ribbon, in a low ponytail, and wearing tiny silver dolphin earrings. And smiling. She’s always smiling, and it sends Hope’s heart into overdrive.

“Hi Melody,” she says in an attempt to be casual.

“Hi,” she says again. “Um, happy birthday.”

“Oh, thanks,” she replies, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah I’m not trying to make a big deal out of it…”

“Oh,” Melody replies, her face falling slightly. “Well, I hope it’s not too much, but I got you this.” She holds out a box wrapped in blue paper. “Just a little something, it’s really not that great.”

“Thanks,” she says, taking it from her after a brief hesitation. “Thanks so much, you really didn’t have to do that.” She unwraps it, her fingers seemingly forgetting to work. She feels her face get warm and hopes she isn’t blushing. When she gets the paper off, she finds it to be a box of colouring pencils. Hope lifts the lid and runs her finger down them; they’re strong and sturdy, and she can tell just by looking at them they’re vibrant.

“I mean I know you like art,” Melody explains. “And I thought that-”

“They’re awesome!” Hope interrupts. “They’re awesome, Melody. Thank you, thank you so much.” She and Melody laugh, and Hope tries not to focus on her eyes. Her perfect eyes that sparkle when she laughs. Melody scratches the back of her neck, chewing her lip slightly.

“Um, I should get to my homeroom,” she says.

“Yeah, of course, yeah,” Hope says. “And, thanks. Again. These are… these are great.” Melody nods and gives her a small wave before heading down the hall. Hope’s eyes follow her, her heart fluttering as she goes. She bites her lip, the butterflies in her stomach going crazy.

“Wow,” Robin says, looking between her and Melody. “You have it so bad.”

“You have it bad,” she shoots back, which only makes Robin chuckle.

“Gosh, Hope, just ask the poor girl out,” she tells her.

“Seriously?” Hope splutters. “First off, how do you even know I like her?” Robin raises her eyebrows but remains silent. “Second off, even if I did like her, I don’t know if she likes girls. Or you know, likes me.”

“Aw, kid,” she says, patting her cheek. Hope scowls and wriggles away from her. “Trust me, she does.”

“Really?” she asks, her voice much higher than usual.

“Yeah, really.” She taps the box of pencils in Hope’s hand. “No one goes out and buys that for someone they don’t like.” Hope looks down at them, trying not to smile. Her hands shake and she holds the box tighter, like it’s Melody herself. Before she can ask anything else, the bell rings. “And I have to get to class.”

“Me too,” Hope sighs, closing her locker. “See you later.”

“Happy birthday kid,” she says again, wrapping her in a quick, light, one armed hug before heading off to homeroom.

Much later on, after school and homework and the usual “how was your day”, Hope and the rest of her family (often dubbed the Swan-Jones-French clan, which was fine for all parties involved) were making their way to Granny’s diner, Hope dressed in black jeans with a gold thread running up the sides, a crisp white shirt and red boots, a compromise she and her parents agreed on. If she had it her way, she’d be wearing overalls and a hoodie, but sadly, she can’t have everything. The fourth in line for the throne can’t be seen at her own birthday party in paint-splattered jeans.

The inside of Granny’s is spectacularly lit up, tables pushed to the side to accommodate the guests who had joined for her birthday. Hope pulls at her shirt, shrinking back a little into her family. All eyes being on her wasn’t an entirely comfortable experience. Frankly, she was more excited for tomorrow night when it would be her and a few good friends wreaking havoc in her living room. Guests are packed wall to wall, all here to celebrate the Princess’ birthday. A silver banner saying “Happy Birthday Hope” in large, colourful letters hands from the ceiling, rainbow coloured balloons sit in the corners and dotted around the room.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Granny says from the side, standing behind the counter.

“Thank you Granny,” she replies sincerely. She looks to the side, where the buffet of hot food sits on the counter, dishes full of fries, burgers, chicken strips and wings, onion rings (no doubt requested by her mom) and tries not to stare at it, but she is hungry and this is likely going to be the highlight of the night.

“Come on, let’s get some food,” her mom says, apparently reading her mind. At the bar, Hope piles her plate with a bit of everything she can, despite Gideon telling her she can come back for seconds if she wants. This is far from her first rodeo and she knows that the chicken wings especially go quickly. She piles up her plate and slides into a booth with her parents and Aunt Belle, her mom’s plate looking similar to her own.

Philip and his parents pass their table, Aurora with a small box wrapped in blue paper.

“Oh my gosh, Philip!” she says, her voice high and laced with sarcasm. “I didn’t know you were coming here!” Her mom laughs and has to disguise it with a drink.

“You blabbed, didn’t you?” Aurora asks fondly, ruffling his hair, making Philip scrunch up his face. “Anyway, now that we have you, is it okay to give presents now?”

“Don’t see why not,” Emma says. Aurora beams and hands Hope over the box.

“Philip pushed us in the right direction,” she says, rubbing her son’s back fondly. Philip hides his smile beneath his hair as Hope tears off the wrapping paper. Inside is two novels, one with a blue cover depicting a silhouette of a tree, and the other with a dark red cover with a silver sword.

“Oh my god!” Hope exclaims, reading the spines. “Renee Hamilton? I love these books; how did you know I love these books?”

“Because you were reading one last week and you said loudly, to all of us, ‘I love these books’,” Philip replies dryly, but smiling.

“Thank you,” she says, laughing. She looks past him to his relieved parents. “Thank you so much.”

From then, the rest of the room takes the cue to start handing out their own presents. A new jacket from Ella, Thomas and Alexandra (which matches the one of Alex’s that she had been admiring), pyjamas and watercolour paints from her grandparents and Lucas, a snow globe of Oz from Robin and Zelena (assured her, and more importantly her family, that she did not trap the inhabitants of Oz in a snow globe), and a new notebook from Thomas, Ella and Alexandra.

“Okay, here,” Belle says, handing her over a box wrapped in green sparkly paper. “This is from me and Gideon.” Hope catches Gideon’s eye. Despite how much they argue, he always manages to get her exactly what she wanted. Not just her, anyone he buys something for.

When she sees what’s underneath the wrapping paper, it seems he’s done it again; she finds a box containing bright red sneakers, ones she had stared at unsubtly in a catalogue. She knows they came straight from New York. She touches the white edges gently, flicking the toe of them. They’re tough, but somehow soft at the same time, and they have that amazing new shoe smell. They look too perfect to wear, but she can’t wait to get them on, her current sneakers suddenly feeling too tight and uncomfortable.

“Okay, why don’t you put them on?” her mom says fondly. “Since you’re clearly dying to?”

Hope doesn’t need to be told twice. She takes off her boots and slides the sneakers on, tying the laces tightly in a double knot, jumping up, bouncing, testing them out. They fit perfectly, like they were made just for her.

“Thank you,” she says to Belle and Gideon, not stopping her bouncing. “Thank you thank you thank you.” If she wasn’t in public, she’d hug them. Belle however seems to read her mind and hugs her tightly.

“You’re welcome,” she says softly.

“Anything for you, kid,” Gideon says, smiling. She’ll hug the hell out of him later tonight, he can count on that.

“And finally,” her mom says from behind. She turns around to see her dad carrying in a long, flat box covered in pink wrapping paper and setting it on the bar with a flourish. “The one from Mom and Dad.” Hope bites her lip, grinning as she runs over to the bar and pulls herself onto the stool, tearing the paper from the bottom up. She rips it away to reveal a smooth dark wooden box. After laying her hand on it and knocking, trying to guess what’s inside, she flips the two little golden latches and opens it.

What’s inside takes her breath away. Resting on a dark red velvet bed, a black handled sword, its curved blade tucked inside a metal sheath. The light catches on the handle, making it shine in all the colours of the rainbow. She runs her finger along the handle, the rest of the room silent.

“Can I…” she whispers, looking to her dad.

“Of course.”

Her hand curls around the handle and her other hand around the leather sheath, lifting it out of the box. She secures the sheath against her waist, fitting snuggly there like it was made specially for her, tailored to every curve and flaw of her body.

When she lifts the sword out, it comes out in one swift action. The blade is so clean she can see her reflection, the sharp edges gleaming in the overhead light. It looks harmless, beautiful and alluring, almost silver, but she doesn’t even need to touch the edges to know it would cut through her skin like it was paper.

“Woah,” she breathes.

“You bought her a sword?” she hears her grandfather ask, and it’s at that moment she becomes re-aware of the fact she’s not alone. She slides the sword back into its sheath without a word.

“Technically it’s a cutlass,” her dad replies, draining his glass of lemonade.

“It’s still a weapon,” he points out.

“Well, every kid should know how to use one at some point,” her mom explains. “Especially in this family.” Her grandfather opens his mouth, as if to protest, but seems to think the better of it and closes it. She slides the sword into its sheath, the weight against her hip somehow comforting.

“That’s so cool,” Lucas says, sitting at the bar next to where her dad put the box down. “Can I-”

“Absolutely not, Lucas!” her grandmother interrupts. “You still have the scar from your last sword related adventure.”

“Mom, Dad,” Hope says, after laughing just a little at Lucas. “Thank you, thank you so much.” She forgets stupid things like dignity and reputation and hugs them around the waist. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“We knew you’d like it, Cygnet,” her mom says, stroking her hair. “Now we can start real fighting lessons,” she whispers, out of earshot of her grandparents.” Hope grins and buries her face in her mom’s chest, making the group hug as tight as she possibly can. “And there’s one more…”

“Happy birthday to you!” Hope’s face floods red as she turns around to the entire diner serenading her. “Happy birthday, dear Hope!” Granny comes in from the kitchen with one of the waiters, carrying a towering three-layered chocolate cake, covered in different types of candy, with a 15 candle and a sparkler on the top. As it gets closer, she can see the intricate details on it; small marzipan bunnies and edible trees, a pumpkin sitting at the bottom and despite everything, she throws her head back and squeals in delight, her cheeks turning pink.

God damn it, she loves her family. Her crazy, huge family.

“Come on kid, blow out those candles,” Granny tells her. “Don’t want wax dripping onto that cake.”

“Make a wish, kid,” her mom tells her, pressing her lips to her head before letting her go. Hope steps up to it, the glow of the candles lighting up her face as she thinks about a wish, knowing not to waste it on something stupid like good grades or a pony.

A face catches her attention beside her and inspiration strikes.

I wish I could ask Melody out she thinks, blowing out the candle. The diner bursts into applause while Granny starts cutting the cake.

“Do I get to know what you wished for?” her mom asks, hugging her from behind.

“Of course not. I need it to come true,” she replies. She notices a small white card on the bottom of the cake and frowns, taking note of the cursive writing in silver. She steps out of her mom’s embrace and picks it up, wiping chocolate off it.

To Hope/Cygnet/Birthday Girl

So sorry I couldn’t be with you on your actual birthday. Unfortunately I’m tied up in LA on set. I wish I could be there to see you turning 15. Still, I hope the cake I ordered to be made from LA’s best chefs and sent to Storybrooke will satisfy until I get there.

Your big (always big) brother, Henry.

Hope turns to face her mom, raising an eyebrow.

“Did you know about this?” she asks, showing her the card.

“Not until this morning when he told me,” she replies, shrugging. “I’m sorry he couldn’t be here.”

“It’s fine,” Hope says. “Not his fault. And anyway… this is a pretty great present.”

“Yeah it is,” she chuckles. “Speaking of, why don’t you get in there before Lucas and Philip demolish it?” Hope turns around and nods. She knows from experience what they’re like with food. Plus it’s her cake and she’s determined to try every layer. She makes to run over to it but pauses in her tracks. She turns back to her mom, who is smiling at the little card Henry made her. Her mom, her funny, comforting mom who always knows what to say to her. Her mom, who got her the most amazing sword for her birthday and went out to get her chocolate chips specially and bought rainbow laces just last week like she knew Hope would be getting new sneakers.

“Hey mom?” she says, making her look up. She balls her hands into fists and sticks them in the pockets of her jacket. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Cygnet,” she says.

Smiling, and her heart pounding, Hope takes a more than generous slice of cake and slides into a booth with her friends, eating and laughing until her stomach hurts and then eating some more because she can, and no one is going to tell her no, setting up an impromptu tic tac toe tournament and doing stupid, food related dares.

She’s still a kid, after all.

#hope swan-jones #ouat ff #cs ff #captain swan cygnet #swan-jones family #this is a week after hope's birthday/first appearance but unfortunately with exams and moving home i couldn't get it done on time #ouat

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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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eleveneitherway · 6 years

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Killian Jones getting whacked on the back of the head by Emma after suggesting Hope be named ‘Proof that this wasn’t a one time thing’

#killian jones #hope swan-jones #hope jones #ouat #emma swan #captain swan #captain hook #once upon a time #like seriously can you imagine this though #in the middle of Grannys #captain swan cygnet #swan jones family

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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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saveme-storybrooke-potc · 11 months

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Emma *During labor*: Give me your hand. Killian: Why? Are you hurting? Emma *sarcastically*: No. I'm feeling... romantic.

#ouat #once upon a time #captain swan #hope swan jones #killian jones #emma swan #hope alice jones #captain swan baby #captain swan cygnet #based on a cannon captain swan moment ;)#ouat incorrect quotes #source: 7th heaven

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kazoosandfannypacks · 4 hours

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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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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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aprilqueen84 · 5 years

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Sleep Tight Image

Here is a little pic art I made for my story Sleep Tight which you can find on my Fanfic Page on my main blog or on AO3.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Aprilqueen84

Edit: new picture has my watermark.

#captian swan #sleep tight #daddy killian #captain swan cygnet #cs fan art #fan art

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lizacstuff · 6 years

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I mean, that moment when the camera goes to Emma, Killian and Hope, when the last word in the show is 'hope', pretty epic, it's like, here it is, the theme of the show, this little baby

#captain swan cygnet #ouat 7.22 #asklizac #cs reaction #Anonymous

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darkcolinodonorgasm · 5 years

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Guide her with your grace to a place where she’ll be safe (6/6)

A/N: Oh my god I’ve finally finished this. I’m actually so emotional right now. I’m so so grateful for each one of you who liked this story and stopped by to comment on it.

I have to say, when I started this story, I didn’t know I would fall in love with the idea of Alice being Emma and Killian’s daughter more than I already was. Useless polemics probably fueled that love, but just the thought of them did it already. I love them so much.

I’m sad this has come to an end but this is the ending I’ve been planning since the very beginning and I hope you like it, too.

Thank you again for every kudos, like, reblog, comment you left, it’s been a wonderful, amazing and bloody brilliant ride.

(Ah, there’s a brief mention of magical changing of ladyparts, but nothing explicit, just a few sentences. Just a warning since I bet it’s not everyone cup of tea).

Thank you ♥

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (ao3) (ffnet)

To say the palace was upside down would be an understatement: it was hell. But it was better to not tell Emma so. It would just stress her even more, and Killian couldn’t have that. It would only make things worse.

Lately, every little thing he did could irk her, even when he wanted to help. It wasn’t her fault, not really, she just wanted everything to be perfect and she just wanted to be a good mother, as if she wasn’t already. Alas, there was a silent competition going on with Snow, something Killian did understand, but always tried to sway Emma from. It wasn’t healthy, not for her, and not for her relationship with her mother.

Their scarred bond hadn’t been an easy one to mend, and after almost two years, they were still a tad wary of each other. At first, he and David had tried to speak to them, although what Emma needed was usually comfort when Snow needed to just back off and let her daughter be free to do whatever she wanted with her own life, protocol be damned.

If Emma wanted to marry a pirate, so be it, said pirate had demonstrated more than just a few times to be worthy of her and her love. Not that Killian actually waited for the Queen’s permission to get down on one knee in front of Emma in Arendelle where, thanks to Elsa, there were ice crystal fairies dancing around them, snowflakes falling and music coming from inside the castle, a waltz, more specifically. Not to mention, Killian had asked Elsa to build an ice gazebo in the snowy garden.

Surprisingly, Killian and Elsa had become fast friends, while it wasn’t as surprising that Anna and Alice spent their days chatting pretty much about everything. Both Emma and Killian had a soft spot for Anna, both of them knowing what it meant to grow up alone, no matter if you had people all around you, nothing mattered if your family wasn’t around.

To say Emma had been in awe of the atmosphere Elsa had created for them would be a euphemism. It had been the exact effect Killian had wanted and the exact reaction he’d hoped for. They’d danced, slowly, with one of Emma’s hands carefully enveloped in Killian’s while the other had found its way onto his back, between his deep blue velvet vest and the long leather coat, trying to steal his body heat.

And of course, he’d not been able to wait until the fireworks started to propose, because Emma’s sneaky hand had found the ring hidden in one of his coat’s hidden inside pockets. There’d always been a little pirate in her.

So Killian had chuckled, kissing Emma senseless as he managed to gently pry her fingers out from inside his coat, taking the ring himself and dropping down onto one knee. Emma was nodding even before he even spoke a word.

The wedding had been a huge affair, and more than once Snow had tried to step into the preparations and force her opinion on the matter, but they’d managed to dissuade her and have the wedding of their dreams – or, rather, the wedding neither of them had ever dreamed they would have.

It had been wonderful, bloody protocol demanding they had the wedding in the castle – which they did, of course, after the late night ceremony on the Jolly, only the crew, Emma’s parents and Alice the only witnesses out at sea, not too far away from the castle, just enough for Alice to fill the space around the ship with floating lights.

They had exchanged their vows in front of their family, Emma’s dress a simple white dress with jewelled golden designs, lace sleeves that ended just past her elbows, her curls let loose down her back, a flowers crown Alice had handcrafted on her head. From his part, Killian had decided to damn the protocol, he would wear what they wanted him to the next morning, and wore his best pirate garments: comfortable leather pants, a black shirt and his signature – and favourite – red and black vest. His long coat completed his attire, at his lobe, instead of his usual earrings, was a stone Alice had picked up in Wonderland, one that matched the one mounted into Emma’s necklace and one of Alice’s rings. It shouldn’t have surprised Killian that his daughter had somehow managed to find the Eye of the Storm, the same gem that had allowed him and Liam to enrol into the Navy, the same gem Killian had stolen and thrown into the sea once again after he’d stained it with the corrupted King’s blood.

After being pronounced man and wife by David himself, they had danced almost all night long, coming back to the castle in time to sleep – or, in case of the two newlyweds, in time for more enjoyable activities and a bit of rest, they couldn’t show up at their wedding completely unrested – Emma’s dress a bit more covering and formal and Killian in a dark navy royal coat, dark pants and black boots, his cutlass at his side. He got to keep the hook, which had caused another fight with Snow, only the knowledge that he would show up with it on anyway put a damper on her plans. Besides, it wasn’t as if other royals didn’t know about who he was, they’d never lied, and though there’d been a scandal, after meeting Killian, many rulers had been fascinated with him, his manner and, particularly, his mind. He was a great strategist, his knowledge of the military forces and tactics along with his shrewdness and ability with weapons were admired. Killian was admired: after a while, he wasn’t the man behind the moniker anymore, he was just the man he’d always wanted to be. Not that he needed to be anything more when he had Emma and Alice’s love.

But they weren’t the only one to have Alice’s love.

It hadn’t surprised him that her love was a lady love, nor Emma, who always supported Alice in her every decision. Snow, however, had fainted. David hadn’t, but it had been a close thing.

Council members had been opposed to Alice and Robin’s union, which had Emma stay up all night long to search through al the laws of the kingdom for a law that prohibited a marriage between people of the same sex. Killian helped her, unbeknownst to Alice and Robin, and the following morning, just after dawn, all the advisors had a crow carrying them a copy of the article of Misthaven’s law that allowed rulers to marry a person of the same sex, adding at the end that the fact that it never happened didn’t change the law.

It didn’t stop there.

If there was something advisors just loved to stress Emma with was succession. Although their relationship had been mended and kept fortifying, having another child was something they usually avoided talking about, with Emma taking precautions so she wouldn’t get pregnant again, the fear of some other evil witch shoving up and taking away her son or daughter again too strong. It wasn’t completely irrational, Killian still feared Gothel would show up and ruin their happy ending even though they know she was dead. Even after all this time, Emma would wake up screaming for Killian or Alice or her parents, even, and Killian would still wake up with his heart pounding in fear Emma wouldn’t be anywhere to be found.

They’d talked about succession with Alice, Emma wanting her daughter to be Queen one day if she so desired – which Alice did, actually, probably due to her grandmother’s snarky remarks about her being a “free spirit”. Alice didn’t like it at all.

However, Alice loving Robin had ruffled feathers, the council wanting a decree stating Alice would abdicate in favour of another of Emma’s children, otherwise the throne would go to the next in line of succession after her. That had Emma hole up in the library for almost a whole week, sending out a pigeon to Elsa, searching for assistance in spells which… managed to, uh, change a lady’s reproductive organs and after Killian had stumbled upon the three girls discussing it in the library he’d not been able to look his daughter and Robin in the eyes for almost a month, the tips of his ears constantly as red as tomatoes.

The only answer the council got was a declaration signed by Alice that she would one day have children – well, she, or Robin, or both – along with an explanation of how the spell worked. The advisors weren’t still able to look Alice nor Robin in the eyes either. Gods, Killian loved his wife’s brilliant mind.

It was around that time that Alice started to eye Emma suspiciously, always making sure she ate enough and healthy, dealing with the advisors herself to reduce Emma’s stress.

In all honesty, it didn’t become clear to Killian until Emma started to sleep more than usual and retch whatever she ate every morning a couple of months later. And every afternoon. And even in the evening.

Killian had not asked confirmation to Alice: although she totally knew, it still was a discussion he and Emma needed to face alone. They were in bed, Emma’s back pressed against Killian’s chest under an insane amount of blankets, treating it as if it was an illness that affected her stomach. Oh, it affects her stomach alright.

«Emma,» Killian had started, hesitantly, «I know you are meticulously careful with your tea, but… Love, are you sure you took it every day while researching for, ah, uh…» If there was something that flustered Killian, it was talking about his daughter’s sexual life.

«What do you mean?»

Not knowing how to continue the discussion, he’d just slipped his hand down her arm and over her stomach, spreading his fingers over the shirt she was wearing, a shirt that belonged to him.

Emma had stiffened the moment she’d realized what he meant, something she’d actually considered, tears spilling easily from her eyes. «I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,» she’d started to stammer, trying to pull herself away from him, at which Killian had tightened his arms around her and soothed her whispering words of love, saying it wasn’t her fault at all and that he wasn’t angry. How could he be?

«I love you so much, Emma, and I know we haven’t exactly talked about this, but I can’t help but loving the life that’s growing inside you already.» Killian had dried off her tears, kissing every inch of her face until she had calmed down. «Unless you don’t want it.»

A sharp intake of breath had her shaking her head. «No, Killian, I-I could never.» Pushing herself onto her knees between his legs and cupping his face reverently, she’d smiled timidly. They knew they could tell each other anything, it was how they overcame everything, by sticking together and communicating. «I wanted to wait until after the wedding, I wanted this to be about Alice, and perhaps it wouldn’t scare me as much as it does now and I would’ve tried to convince you because I thought you didn’t want to, but if, well, I think Alice keeps confirming this more and more every day, but, well, I want another child with you. A second chance.»

And a second chance they got. And, well, a third one.

«Finally! Finally I can break the silence about my little brothers.»

Alice’s words had made Emma spit out the ginger tea she was drinking.

Apparently, just as she knew about many other things for reasons no one could explain, Alice had known about Emma’s pregnancy all along, and not only about that, but that she was also expecting twins, two boys.

Which led to today, the royal wedding day.

Emma was six months pregnant, her back hurting and her feet swollen, but she kept carrying on, ignoring the pain and instructing maids and servants around, refreshing the flowers with her magic. At least they hadn’t exploded. This time. The twins made her magic a little bit wonky.

Killian lifted his head as she entered Alice’s bedchambers, or rather, marched inside, cheeks flushed but eyes sparkling and a bright smile on her lips. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes filling with tears at the sight of Alice in her wedding gown. It wasn’t a conventional one, and that was why they all loved it: it was so Alice. Besides, it had been the Hatter to design it, a wonderful piece of work with a turquoise corset and a skirt made out of blue, red and white tulle. It would be a shock for the guests, but Emma had stopped to care about them a long time ago, while Killian never had. Pirate.

«You are… wonderful,» Emma breathed, hugging her daughter tightly, cupping the back of her head.

«Thank you, Mama,» Alice murmured, hugging her back. Just like Emma had on her unofficial wedding, Alice had decided to keep her hair loose in soft blonde waves.

Emma bit her lip. «I shouldn’t- I don’t know why I’m so emotional, it’s probably because sometimes I think of you as a thirteen-year-old young girl and now you’re getting married.» Hormones, that would totally be blamed on the hormones. Killian shared the sentiment, though, he too felt emotional at the thought of his daughter marrying.

Alice laughed softly at that, kissing her mother on the cheek. «That’s not crazy at all, Mama,» she reassured her, wrapping her in a tighter hug, careful of her sore breasts and bump. She chuckled when her fingers brushed Emma’s stomach. «They’re a bit too happy, aren’t they?»

Killian quirked a brow, finishing adjusting his turquoise vest, another of Jefferson’s creations, along with Emma’s gown, a high waisted light blue silk dress with white tulle sleeves and deep red roses wrapping just under her breasts to match the ones at the base of Alice’s corset. Jefferson had also managed to provide Emma with a wonderful pair of flat and comfortable shoes. She felt in heaven.

«Are you alright, darling?» he asked, stepping towards them and placing a calming had onto Emma’s stomach. In the same moment, one of the babes gave a kick, making Emma moan.

«I might have to cut off your hand and take it pressed there until they’re born. How is it that every time you touch my belly they bloody salute you and then go back to sleep or whatever?»

Killian chuckled, pressing his lips to the apple of her cheek. «I’d gladly cut it off myself if it served to ease your pain.»

«Such a gentleman,» Emma mused, relaxing against him, the hand that hadn’t circled his waist occupied to twirl one of Alice’s locks. «Robin wanted me to tell you she loves you and to give you this.» From one of the hidden pockets Jefferson had stitched into the skirt, Emma produced a letter she handed to Alice with a wide smile.

Her daughter squealed, grabbing the letter and, with a last kiss to her mother’s cheek, she sat down on the bed to read her love’s letter.

Deciding to give their daughter a few moments of privacy, Killian led Emma to the rocking chair near the balcony, the breeze coming in from the open windows carrying in a calming scent, something that was incredibly better than the ones swirling around in the kitchens.

Once sat down, Emma groaned, massaging her swollen belly and earning a kick from one of the kids. «I swear, if they are not good swimmers I’m going to drown you,» she hissed, making an effort to glare at Killian.

He had to bit his lips to stop himself from chuckling. However, he couldn’t stop his eyebrows from wiggling. «Of course, love, drown their father, then I guess they will never become such good swimmers.»

Emma groaned, blushing. «You will never make me forget I almost drowned the first time I tried to swim, won’t you?»

It had been shortly after their reunion, when Emma wanted to try as many things as she could that she’d missed while growing up, like swimming. They’d brought the Jolly out, just the two of them, and Emma had just divested to her undergarments in front of him and jumped into the chilly waters. Careless but free, that was how Emma was, and she didn’t care that she’d been about to drown, she was free. And in need of Killian’s help, but still free.

«Never, my love,» he smiled, kissing the top of her head, careful not to touch the tiara, the family heirloom one her mother had given her for her wedding. Alice had decided on a flower crown instead, so Emma had Jefferson bring some rare flowers from Wonderland, which Emma had intertwined with some of Elsa’s ice flowers and middlemists, creating a flower crown just Alice had done for her.

Emma smiled, patting his cheek lovingly, then caressing his scruff. «What about you, my love? Are you ready to give your daughter away with me and celebrate her wedding?»

Being the untraditional family they were, both Robin and Alice had asked Killian, mostly as Captain than Prince Consort, to marry them. Killian might have cried that night. He definitely did.

Killian kneeled next to her. «I’m completely, utterly terrified, yet…»

«Yet you wouldn’t want anyone else to officiate it,» Emma concluded for him, carding her fingers through his silky locks. His hair was a bit too long, now she didn’t complain, she liked it that way: not only it gave him a wilder appearance, but, well, during sex, she just loved to pull on it. At the thought, she felt warmth rush through her veins. Though she could blame tears on her hormones, being so weirdly attracted to her husband wasn’t a side effect of her pregnancy.

Before Killian could tease her about her flushed cheeks and that glint in her eyes, Alice squealed in delight, jumping off the bed and twirling around, her laugh causing her parents to look at her and laugh too.

«I’m getting married to the most wonderful, amazing, bloody brilliant person in all the realms!» Alice squealed, her sparkling blue eyes falling on them. «Aside from you two, of course. Well, you four.»

Killian and Emma laughed softly at her excitement, neither of them believing their daughter was about to get married. Oh, how they loved her, more than they could put into words.

After a quick glance to the pocket watch buried in the other pocket – gods, Emma loved that dress, she might even commission Jefferson a whole wardrobe and ask him to provide her with more shoes like the ones she was wearing – Emma hurried Alice to the vanity, brushing her hair again, securing then the flower crown upon her head. There was no veil, neither for Robin, there were just things they both loved. Along, unfortunately, with emissaries of several different kingdoms, but they could easily be ignored. Snow would care about that, along with David. Well, David would basically take care of Snow, lest she said something she would regret.

«Are you ready, Starfish?» Killian asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Alice rolled her eyes, smiling. «Of course I am, Papa. I’m more than ready, I can’t wait to marry Robin. I love her, just you love Mama. Getting married to her today is something I’ve dreamed for a long time. And thanks to you and Mama, everything is going to be perfect. And Aunt Elsa and Jefferson, of course, but you understand what I mean. You always have.»

Killian nodded, his heart full at his daughter’s words. Just like her mother, Alice wasn’t exactly good with words, her ramblings probably a result of her time in Wonderland, but he didn’t care, it was so Alice he couldn’t help but love that aspect of her because he couldn’t help but love every aspect of her.

With a kiss on her forehead – and more kisses peppered across her face, like he did when she was just a little girl – Killian offered her his arm, followed by Emma.

Together, the three of them walked towards the garden where a new gazebo had been erected, wildflowers wrapping around the white marble columns. Robin was already there, her auburn hair styled into a braid, a matching flower crown on her head.

After meeting her, Emma had somehow adopted Robin, treating her like a daughter and providing her with everything she needed. Despite the initial disappointment, Snow had started to have a soft spot for Robin, too, bonding over their ability with a bow and arrows. Secretly, Emma was glad her mother had come to approve about their love. It probably helped that her Aunt Red had found a lady love for herself in Oz.

Jefferson had designed a bit more sober gown for Robin, long hanging sleeves with a low neckline that showed off her shoulders, embellished with golden embroideries on the bodice and along the hem of the skirt. Emma knew that, beneath it, she was wearing her trusted boots, somehow matching Alice’s booties, inspired by the ones people wear in the other Alice’s realm.

And so they gave her away, Emma crying almost the whole time as she watched her husband marry their daughter and her true love, her heart on the point of bursting as she witnessed the two young girls express their love to one another, reciting vows they would honour for as long as they both would live.

Later, very much later, well into the night, Emma was swaying in Killian’s arms, the belly bump between them making it a bit difficult for Emma to rest her cheek onto Killian’s shoulder but they found a way, his own cheek pressed on her head.

They were watching Alice and Robin twirl around the dancefloor, laughing and kissing and rushing to where the cake was to steal a few bites before sneaking between the guests and keeping dancing. Knowing them, they would probably go on all night long.

«You know, my mother might be incredibly uptight and hell to deal with, but I’m glad she used to sing to me,» Emma whispered, tilting her head back to look Killian in the eyes. «You granted my prayer, Killian, especially when I wasn’t there for the two of you. You were my eyes even though I could see her, you helped her to be wise and grow into the woman she is now, and what a wonderful, amazing and bloody brilliant woman she’s become. I’m happy she found your light and held it in her heart even when you were cursed, because it’s thanks to you that she kept the darkness away, it’s thanks to you that she knows what is right and what is wrong. It’s thanks to you that she found us, it was your good heart, your grace that led her to the place where she would be safe, that led her home.»

Killian shook his head, blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears. «No, my love, you led her home, too. You were there for her, too, you’ve always been there.»

Emma sniffled. «You don’t know how to take a compliment, don’t you?» She wanted to sound upset, but she wasn’t. On the contrary, she impossibly fell in love with him even more. «You are impossible.»

«And you love me for it,» he murmured, dipping her slightly and capturing her lips with his. Deep down, Killian knew what Emma meant, and there was no way for him to tell her – aye, he was completely, utterly speechless – how he felt. So he showed her, pouring into the kiss all the love he felt for her, drowning in it, drowning in her.

Months later, when Henry and Liam were born, Killian would still sing his mother’s lullaby to them, the fond memory of her voice warming his heart whenever he did so, and Emma would pray for them to always, always have their father by their side, to grow loved and find the light inside him, the light that would always guide to their safe place: home.

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