Ok ok ok… so let’s get nice and angsty.

Killian Jones, widower and single father, loves his little princess. 

Together they’ve travelled half way around the globe together chasing adventure after adventure.

Sadly, the call has come for Killian to fight in the oncoming war, being the upstanding Naval captain he is.

He entrusts the ‘Morgana home for girls’ in looking after his girl while he’s away.

Heartbroken to be separated, Alice puts on a brave face and knows in her heart that he’ll always come back for her.

Sadly, it’s not long before news arrives at the house to inform Alice that her father’s ship was sunk in battle. Her father is announced missing and presumed dead.

Once he’s gone, Morgana reveals her true colours.

“You’re not a little princess anymore.”

The woman is cruel, spiteful, envious of Alice’s love and attention she’s received and punishes the child with making her work as a slave for herself and the rest of the girls in the house. 

But Alice is brave and with a whole lifetime of stories from her father, she knows just how to get through her terrible time. 

She also knows that her father is a survivor and that he isn’t truly gone.

she feels it in her heart. He’s still out there. He’ll return for her. 

Every night she sits in the cold of the attic and carves chess pieces out of old candles and chalk, memorising each piece and how her and her father would play for hours, game after game. 

Morgana tries and tries but can never break Alice’s spirit.

A kind and mysterious old man lives in the large house next door.

“That’s Captain Nemo. His son Liam is also fighting in the war and he awaits his return.” 

She never speaks with the man but has spotted him watching her often, with a kind smile on his face. Oddly, it helps her lift her spirits.

Until the day she spies an ambulance transporting a man into Nemo’s house. It’s believed that his son has returned… but he’s injured.

Alice is hauling firewood into the house one day when she accidentally bumps into him.

Him.

Kilian Jones.

Her father.

“I’m sorry, lass, you must have me confused with someone else.”

“Papa it’s me! It’s Alice!”

Morgana is quick to drag her back to the house, apologising to the confused captain and ushering the girl in to be punished.

Killian Jones tried his hardest to save the young boy known as Liam Dakar, but sadly failed, and in doing so, lost his left hand and suffered a nasty blow to the head causing amnesia.

He doesn’t remember her.

He doesn’t remember himself.

Kind Nemo is helping him return to health in thanks for risking his life to try and save his son. 

Fearing the Captain will remember, Morgana puts a call in to have Alice transferred to the orphanage. 

It’s a night where the skies open and a storm erupts. 

Alice risks plunging to her death to try and escape Morgana’s house by climbing her way across to Nemo’s. She has to see her father again; to make him remember her.

Everyone watches as the desperate girl crawls across a nimble plank of wood to escape. It almost looks to be over when the wood, coated in rain, has her slipping, but she’s a strong girl and she makes it.

“Please! Papa please!” she pleads, crying, shaking him in distress.

“I’m so sorry… i don’t- I don’t know-” the captain struggles.

“We travelled to India, and Australia. We sailed to Italy and Brasil! You would call me your little princess! Papa you have to remember!”

The doors burst open and the police charge in, ready to haul poor Alice away.

“You have my rook! I have your knight!”

“Rook…” Something sparks in the captain’s memory.

Chess. 

As Alice is dragged out into the rain once again, ready to be thrown into the police carrier and transferred to the orphanage, Captain Killian Jones returns and screams at the top of his lungs.

“Alice!”

She surges forward, right into his waiting arms, and he holds her tight with all he has, right there in the downpour of the cold London rain. 

He remembers.

He remembers his little princess.

He came back for her.

She’s no longer alone.

This story takes place in the days just after Rumple’s sacrifice. In Part 1, Wish Killian heads out one day and ends up at the remains of the tower. He is struggling to come to terms with all that has happened. (I’m calling him Killian because that is his name.)

Beginning To Heal (Part 1)

He wasn’t sure why he headed in the direction of the tower when he went out for a walk. It had been such a strange few days, full of both happiness and sadness, joy and bewilderment for not only himself but Alice, Robin and the rest of their friends.

Killian was finding it extremely hard to come to terms with everything that had happened. He just couldn’t believe that Rumple had made the ultimate sacrifice and had given him his heart. Of course he understood that he’d wanted to be reunited with Belle, but it was hard to accept that he, Killian Jones, Captain Hook himself, now had a healthy heart which had been the heart of Rumplestilskin, the crocodile and erstwhile Dark One.

Killian automatically placed his hand over his heart. He was so grateful that he’d been helped, healed and given a second chance at a life with his daughter. But it had taken him by surprise when he realised that he would really miss Rumple. They’d been enemies for hundreds of years but had ended up becoming friends and work partners. Detectives no less!

Killian sighed, what was he going to do now? It was so surreal, having both his memories as Hook and now Rogers too. There were too many conflicting thoughts swirling around in his mind. He definitely knew that he was still himself, but there was an uncertainty about his place here. Did he fit in? Had he ever fitted in and belonged?

Would he return to a life at sea? Did he really want to resume being a pirate/naval officer for Queen Tiana?

There was talk of a Council being established. Regina was at the centre of it and she’d been deep in numerous discussions with Prince Charming, Snow White and the rulers and leaders of places such as Arendelle. Killian had felt very much a part of Tiana’s trusted circle years ago but this was different. It was now a time of peace. Would he be needed? Sought out to give advice?

The realms of story would be moved to live harmoniously together in the town of Storybrooke in Maine. Killian had realised that this would mean living close by the other version of himself; a man who had found happiness with Emma Swan, the woman who had saved him all those years ago. That Killian Jones was now one of the sheriffs of Storybrooke. Strange to think that they had both ended up being police officers, upholding the laws of the lands. Regina had certainly recently communicated with both the Princess Emma and her husband. He would definitely be part of an inner circle. One of the heroes.

As he continued walking along a path, overgrown with numerous shrubs and weeds, Killian’s thoughts now turned to his daughter.

Alice, his Alice, was an absolute ray of sunshine and although very sad about losing Rumple, whom she’d been so close to, was ecstatic at being reunited with her true love Robin. Killian smiled; he was gaining a new daughter soon but would he lose his Alice? He wanted her to be happy more than anything else.

He wandered on along the path in the forest, reflecting on all that had happened. He’d been unable to explain his feelings to anyone. How could he admit he was anxious about, well, everything?

“All is well,” he’d responded when asked how he was.

But it actually wasn’t.

Alice had noticed that her Papa was subdued and a bit lost. She’d gone to Regina, who tried to reassure her that it was temporary and that it would take a bit of time for him to come to terms with how he’d got his heart healed.

When he woke up after another restless night full of jumbled up thoughts and worries, he thought that perhaps a long hike would help him gain some clarity. So he’d given Alice a cuddle before he set off this morning, assuring her he’d only be gone for a few hours at the most.

Regina had spoken earlier to him about them both travelling back to Hyperion Heights soon to collect some of their possessions, check in on people and importantly, go to the house that Rumple had lived in to sort through his paper work and things. They’d both agreed to do this and thought it would be helpful to Gideon who was in mourning for his father.

Killian looked in front of him and suddenly noticed that he’d arrived at a familiar place.

The tower.

What remained of it.

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Zelena scanned the photo, taking in the picture as she waited.

The apartment didn’t have much in the sense of personal touches. There were small trinkets and photographs slowly building, but she could tell this one was special. Set apart from the others and framed proudly on the mantle like an award.

“Fascinating.”

“What’s that?” Killian asked from the kitchen area, pouring them both a beverage.

“I just never noticed this picture before.”

“Ah.” he chuckled. “That’s the first picture we ever took together.” 

“She’s the image of you.” she admitted, turning to face the man.

Killian continued to stir the mugs, blushing and trying to hide a smile.

“I’m serious.” she continued, turning back to the photo. “Same teeth, nose, eyes- she’s a dead ringer for you, captain.”

“So i’ve been told.” he deflected, but Zelena saw the pride oozing off him as he made his way over to her.

“Robin’s the same. Image of her father.” she confessed, taking one of the mugs handed to her.

They moved to the seating area, Zelena choosing to sit on the nearest couch while Killian opted for his favourite armchair. 

“Ah, but she inherited something rather unique from you, love.” upon seeing her curious look, he smirked. “Your feistiness.”

Zelena shot him an unamused glare, thankfully lacking the venom she once would have used.

She never in a million years thought she’d be here; drinking coffee with captain hook in his apartment. She’d never have imagined the pirate being her only daughter’s father in law and yet if asked now, she strangely wouldn’t change a thing. 

“Speaking of, any ideas when they’re getting here?”

“You know what those girls are like, no bloody sense of the word time.” she complained.

“Aye.” Killian nodded. 

“I wonder what it is they want to tell us?”

Both former villains continued to sit in comfortable silence, oddly enjoying the other’s company. 

It’s amazing what can change over the years. 

So… I figured i’d try the ego thing and put one of these out… because I may not produce much of anything decent lately, but I have produced stuff over the 7 years i’ve been about lol. 

And I thought i’d put them all on a masterpost and share??

Although you can always just find me on AO3

CAPTAIN SWAN & CAPTAIN COBRA FICS

Heartsick

“She couldn’t remember when waking up to an unconscious, half-naked Killian on her sofa became a regular occurrence, but it had been for quite sometime.” Being as close as they were, they were bound to get a little heartsick when apart. - Bailbond partners AU

My Burden

Emma falls for the shy deckhand, Killian Jones. But secrets are soon revealed and Emma finds herself face to face with his Darker self. The fight to mend the two halves of this broken man begins.

The Kinship Harvest

We’re going to pretend the portal at the end of S3 never opened and Zelena was defeated without any interruptions. We’re also going to pretend Emma couldn’t go through with leaving for New York much to everyone’s relief. We’re also going to pretend that I can make up a believable holiday for the Enchanted forest lol.

The Way Home

AU for Halloween - Emma’s routine patrol takes a dramatic turn… with chilling results.

Just Like a Prayer - Character Death Warning

Zeus gives Killian a different purpose rather than send him back, but he’s granted the ability to visit Emma when she needs him most. - Ghost Killian.

Baby, I don’t need Dollar bills to have fun Tonight

EF AU - He shows her a night of cheap thrills and promises of more. ‘street rats’ Captain Swan.

Teenage Kicks

Henry’s teenage hormones kick in a little early, and Killian gets the brunt of it. (set during S4) - first fanfic for OUAT.

If you leave me now

Based off a prompt: 3B alternative ending. Emma reacts differently to Kilian’s confession, causing him to make a decision.

Between the Lines

A series of missing scenes set during 3B. Most cover almost each episode.

The Earring

How Killian got his new earring. (I have a fetish for his earring) Set between 4x05 & 4x06.

It’s my Birthday

MODERN AU: Killian isn’t happy about celebrating his birthday… he especially isn’t happy about the blonde who stole his heart, becoming rather friendly with another guy.

I need time

some season 6 angst. Keeping secrets is never good.

Stop hiding

I couldn’t get the scene where Henry tells Killian he’s not part of his family out of my head… so I got angsty with it.

Chest of Memories

My collection of drabbles, tumblr prompts and mini one-shots.

KNIGHTROOK FICS

Knightrook collection

All my knightrook fics live in this series, all labelled. From missing scenes, canon divergence, modern au’s and more. 

A zelena & Hook bonding moment - knightrook

Two parents musing over their daughters.

HOOKING UTENSIL FICS

Eastside

Rogers and Sbine find a secret place eastside of Hyperion Heights… where they can be themselves. Based around the song. 

It’s alright

Rogers taking care of Sabine. Just a teeny Hooking Utensil moment of cuteness… cos they be cute!

Late nights & Gumbo

The chef and the detective grow closer. 

Barcade fun

Henry and Rogers at the barcade when the ladies join them. 

“What are you doing here?”

Hooking Utensil kiss.

HU Texting Prompt

Their friendly banter via text starts to distract them from work. 

There’s loads of others over on AO3 and in my tags if anyone gets interested or likes what I spew.

Enjoy! 

Rogers and Tilly- A Little Christmas Tale

Merry Christmas to all my Tumblr friends. This tale is shamelessly sentimental. 🎄⚓️🐇

It was the week before Christmas in Hyperion Heights.

Rogers and Tilly were heading home to Rogers’ apartment after finishing their shifts at the Police Station and The Roll’n’ Bayou respectively.

The two of them walked along the streets chatting about their day. Rogers and Tilly had fallen into a companionable routine in the few weeks since Tilly had moved in. Rogers couldn’t believe how much his life had changed with the arrival of this energetic young lady who had brought a new lease of life to him. Tilly was messy, chatted non-stop and danced around the apartment every day, listening to music and singing at the top of her voice. It surprised him how much he didn’t mind the noise and clutter.

Tilly was content with everything around her, a person who was very much at ease in the world. She didn’t ask for anything other than her regular requests for marmalade - she ate anything he made to eat and shared the household chores with him.

They would watch TV and listen to music.

She was quite simply, a ray of sunshine.

They walked past the shops on their way back home, window displays full of Christmas lights, festive wreaths and candy canes.

“ Detective, should we decorate your apartment for Christmas? Is it something you do every year?” asked Tilly.

“ Oh…well… I don’t usually do anything like that Til. I mean…”

Rogers hesitated before continuing.

“I’m usually working on Christmas Day to be honest with you although I think I do have a couple of days off this year.” He didn’t like to admit that he usually volunteered to work because he had nobody in his life to celebrate Christmas with. It was easier to be on duty.

“Oh…I see. That’s fine detective. I don’t usually celebrate Christmas either, it looks like such a lot of fuss and nonsense for one day.” Tilly didn’t want to admit that she felt loneliness even more acutely during the holiday.

“I agree.”

They fell back into silence, each lost in their thoughts. Rogers glanced around at Tilly who happened to be gazing at a window display featuring a Christmas tree, beautifully decorated with baubles, lights and a golden, glittery star perched on the top.

She sighed and then started to chat about some interesting customers who’d stopped by Sabine’s food truck earlier that day. Tilly described what they were wearing, she talked about where she thought they were from and where they were likely to be headed after getting their beignets. Rogers listened with interest and they spent the remainder of the walk home inventing stories about the customers. But both of them felt a bit lack lustre, like something wasn’t quite right.

Rogers and Tilly spent a quiet evening watching TV. They didn’t chat too much but each noticed the other gazing around the living room from time to time.

“Tilly…”

“Yes detective? “

“ Well… I was wondering… only if you would like to… shall we put up some decorations this year?”

“ I think that would be very nice.”

“ Well that’s settled then. We’ll go shopping tomorrow.”

Rogers and Tilly smiled at each other.

Perhaps this year would be a better Christmas for them both for the first time.

And it was.

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