A Ring for a Scarf:  A Jeankasa story.
Summary: —Mikasa looses her scarf. — Jean centered.  This is a bit angsty on Jean’s part, but hopefully in character.  A bit action heavy.  Slow build up of Jeankasa.  On-going.  Sweet and also a bit tragic.  Meant to fit the style of the show (except for all the romance-y parts).

Chapter One ||  Chapter Two  ||  Chapter Three ||  Chapter Four  ||  Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight  ||  Chapter Nine  || Chapter Ten ||

Edit: Chapter Ten added.

happilycaptainswan:

Rude.

I don’t know what’s worse…

b3lawgirl:

The OUAT writers tearing out out hearts with last nights episode…

Or

The Captain Swan fic writers who take it one step further and crush our souls with an onslaught of angst.

sonicvoyc:

palord:

disneyfansonly:

Love Disney? This blog is full of Disney!!

WHAT THE FUCK

Elsward

(Source: adonichild)

Anonymous sent:

Just wait when they devour each other's faces after the curse breaks and hence after the TLK. Besides that I really need a Killy and Emma in a bed in season 4.

lady-silverblood:

The strident bleat of the clock alarm shocks her out of a catatonic sleep — 8:15 AM and Storybrooke’s one radio station playing, of course, the eighties — and she groans. She’s only been asleep for a few hours and her body still feels heavy, dreamy, weighted down, sprawled out and charted across the map of the sheets, the covers tangled around her waist, hair loose, can’t remember if she put on a top. Though she has to admit that getting up for a nice, normal, boring day at work — the sheriff’s station has never looked so appealing now that there’s not a witch to throw a bucket of water on — has its advantages. Not that she’s rushing toward it. She rolls over, fumbling for the snooze button, swearing —

Then someone else reaches out and hits it, and rolls toward her, half on top of her, pulling her against him, and Emma can’t help it, she smiles, she feels like she can’t stop, nuzzling into him, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his lips, all the time they’re catching up, every moment they have for the moments they thought they couldn’t, would never again. Ridiculous pirate. But she doesn’t mind, nestled into his solid bare chest, the strength of his arms around her, the smell of him, the way she’s still pleasantly sore in unaccustomed places.

Doesn’t mind at all.

"Good morning, Captain," she murmurs mischievously, running her fingers through his thick, sleep-tousled dark hair. If there is anyone else who can look as effortlessly good as he does before the hour of 9 AM and several cups of industrial-strength coffee, she wants a word.

She can feel his joy fizzing through him, overflowing, in the way his hand comes up behind her head, the warmth of his breath against the shell of her ear, the way he has to kiss her first, deep and long and thoroughly, a different kind of magic altogether, her still pressed flat beneath his weight and her arms around his neck, their hips rising and riding in a slow easy pattern, legs a Gordian knot beneath the bedclothes, and the damn alarm starting to chirp again and neither of their combined three hands free to get it. Finally he reaches out, seizes his hook from the side table, and just puts it straight the fuck through it, which obviously is a rather effective method for silencing it. Apparently that thing about Captain Hook hating clocks isn’t so far off.

Seeing her raising a mildly censorious eyebrow, he grins.

She melts all over again.

He looks at her like she hangs the moon.

"Good morning, Swan."

youremystorysam:

He’d stayed shut in his room at Granny’s for the last three days. Three days. He hadn’t played dice with Henry or talked strategy with the prince. He was even starting to miss being insulted by the queen. But mostly, he missed her

He couldn’t see Emma. Not until he figured out how to beat this bloody curse. But being away from her was torture. The dreams he’d often had of them since they were first separated a year ago were even more maddening now.

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jadeddiva:

bemusedbicycle:

seastarved:

CAN WE HAVE A FIC PLEASE WHERE KILLIAN JUST KEEPS KISSING EMMA AFTER THEY BREAK THE CURSE BECAUSE NOW THAT HE CAN, HE NEVER WANTS TO STOP?!

He turns her when she is standing at the sink, presses his fingertips into her hips until she rotates in his arms, his lips ducking down and pressing against hers before she can even get out a muffled protest. But this is one of those moments - one of those moments she knows he needs - because his eyebrows are furrowed and she can feel the shaking in his body. So she gives in, drags her soapy fingertips through his hair, lets him kiss her with all he’s worth. And when he pulls back and breathes out a shaky exhale against her lips, she thumbs at the corner of his mouth, traces the contours until his lips are twisted up and all he remembers is his happiness - their happiness.

He is a creature of habit, as Emma learns; he kisses her first thing in the morning, fingers trailing lazily over her cheek before tangling in her hair and pulling her towards him.  His touch is gentle and tender, and she enjoys waking up to this, the slow slide of skin against skin, the way he smiles when he opens his eyes and sees her there beside him (it is as if she is a surprise every time).

He kisses her again as they go to sleep, slipping under the covers and slipping into each other’s arms.  It is different, as he brushes his lips across her forehead, pulls her close and allows her to snuggle against him, her head on his chest.  She falls asleep to his heartbeat against her ear, his arm around her, his lips brushing against her hair when he thinks she is asleep.  

She is surprised at how easy it is to fall into this rhythm, this habit, as if they have never lived any other life but this one (she would live this life, again and again, forever and ever).

killipan-jones:

caishakalianah:

onceuponaflameofhope:

swaggercaption:

mostlypoptarts:

killian jones + true love’s pat

Did this little move remind anyone else of a father-in-law/son-in-law interaction? From the conversation to the way he slaps him on the back, it’s relaxed and friendly and David has seriously integrated Killian into their little family.
I AM PAIN.

AND YOU GAVE ERRBADY ELSE THE PAIN TOO

He’s also treating him like a true son. “Now Killian, what did I tell you? Go help the lady out, I won’t say it again.”

SIGH. “Fine, Dad. whatever.” shuffles away.

Killian: I am literally 200 years older than you

David: That’s cute now go help the pretty fish

So, I have been emotionally compromised because of a television show and I won’t be updating Ring for a Scarf tonight.  Sorry for the delay, I just can’t focus cause I’m super sad about this other show I watch and it is just too distracting to let me write.  I do have a complete outline for how I want the chapter to go, so I should be able to have it up tomorrow at some point.  Apologies, I’m just a helpless fangirl who’s heart has been ripped out.

kevinmckidd:

(Source: chris-lll)

seastarved:

CAN WE HAVE A FIC PLEASE WHERE KILLIAN JUST KEEPS KISSING EMMA AFTER THEY BREAK THE CURSE BECAUSE NOW THAT HE CAN, HE NEVER WANTS TO STOP?!

lady-silverblood:

i am taking killian jones away from the writers until they learn to play nicely with him omg

"What did I tell you Mates? You don’t need a ship to be a Pirate!"

(Source: blaineswolf)

and-i-will-win-it:

notjustfairytales:

I JUST HAVE MORE FEELS BECAUSE THAT REMINDED ME OF THE SWAN PRINCESS IN WHICH DEREK IS TRICKED BY PRONOUNCING HIS VOW AND SWEARING HIS LOVE FOR ODETTE AND I JUST CANT STAND ALL THE PAIN BYE

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RUDE

Is it at all possible that the True Love aspect of a kiss would be more powerful than the curse on Killian? Like, if they kissed it would…negate the glossing magic thing cause TL is supposed to be the most powerful magic, so that is a possibility right?? And Killian will still be hesitant and distant with Emma because of his first attempt at TLK not working??? This is possible yes????? I’m so sad I just want to find some way to be positive.