Here’s my admission for CS Cocktoberfest (Who you SHOULD be following, at @cscocktoberfest) !
Originally, this piece was for @cssns, but I could never find a way to make it work. Even now, it is more romance than smut, but it’s definitely got smut in the later bits. For now, settle for a wet dream, and a very nice naked butt and boobs you can kiiiiinda see… if you zoom in.
SWANG SONG – 1/3
Set ambiguously in the 1920′s-1940′s in a world supposedly without magic, Detective Jones of Boston PD is a broken man with little ore than liquor to keep him going. When a strange string of murders and ominous rumors about a new King of crime bring him face to face with fairytales, Killian is anything but ready to meet, “The Swan”.
Rating – M, you know what I write by now, c’mon.
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Thanks to @wingedlioness, @shireness-says, & @gingerchangeling, who are quite possibly the holy beta trifecta of amazeballs. Lioness even made me an amazing banner I’m going to use next chapter, =3
Another kind and incredibly sincere thank you to @initiala for everything she does in this fandom: This event aside, your passion, creativity, and overwhelming talent are awesome. You are awesome. You brought me to this fandom along with another two writers, and I am beyond giddy anytime one of you shares anything. I’m so addicted to your works, and I obviously love your wolf pieces, which were the initial (Hahahaha) reason I finally made a tumblr and forced myself to write. Thank you, very, very much.
A/n: This story started out as something completely different, not even for this event, and then my muse told me that this was supposed to be my Cocktober story, and not the other one I had planned. It seemed to all work out in the end, though. Special thanks to the @cscocktoberfest mods of this event, and to my excellent beta, @littlescorpion – your attention to detail inspires me, and this fic would not be the same without you!
Summary: Emma Swan is the manager of Belle’s bookstore, helping at the last minute for a Halloween party where her only costume choices involved corsets. Captain Killian Jones has moved to America, having lost everything in England he cares about and has returned to the care of a good friend. Neither of them may be searching for a relationship, but that doesn’t mean that they won’t hit it off, in more ways than one.
“You can’t be serious, Rubes,” Emma sighs, trying to pull Ruby’s tank-top up to cover at least a little of her chest. “I don’t know why I ever thought that any of your costumes would be… appropriate.” She lifts her eyes to meet her best friend’s through the mirror.
“Come on, Ems, you should know better than that.” Of all the times Emma has described her best friend’s smile as ‘wolfish,’ none of them described it just as well as right now, standing behind Emma in her little red riding hood costume. Or, what Ruby describes as a costume, but really turns out to be a bring red corset, black shorts, and a red velvet cape with a hood.
“You know this is a costume party at a bookstore and not a night at the world’s sluttiest club, right?”
1. Don’t get attached. The clients treated her like a bartender while she was inking and piercing, using their captive position as a free therapy session. Emma let them and usually pocketed a nice tip for her trouble. She did not share in return.
2. No repeat business. No matter how much they loved her work, Emma Swan originals were just that – original. No second piercing or second piece of art ever decorated her clients. If they wanted more, she sent them to Ruby, who wiggled and leaned and fawned just enough that, male or female, they forgot all about the prickly blonde with the steady hand.
Summary: Killian and Emma finally have their happy ending and are looking forward to their future together. However, fate has other plans and decides Killian needs to pay the price for returning from the Underworld by being sent 5 years back in time to New York with a new life and new memories and a new love. With no memory of Emma or who he really is. Killian and Emma’s True Love is put to the test when they cross paths once more as The Saviour does all she can to bring her pirate back. If things weren’t bad enough, Emma and the other heroes have to deal with the arrival of The Flying Dutchman to the Storybrooke docks, the captain of which is on the hunt for the infamous Captain Hook…
“Swan?” the pirate called from in front of the bedroom door after going upstairs. “Love, are you in there?” he asked, slowly reaching out to hold the door handle.
As if Emma knew what Killian was going to do, she rushed over to their bedroom door, placing her hands on it as an attempt to keep it closed. “Killian, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be on your ship,” she questioned in a light tone rather than worried. “If my parents knew you were here before our wedding,” she added with a smirk, teasing her pirate before he interrupted her in an equally light-hearted tone of voice.
“Well they’re not here love, it’s just you and me,” Killian chuckled, figuring Emma was holding the door handle to make sure it stayed closed with how difficult it was to turn.
“Easy there, tiger, a man of honour wouldn’t barge right into a woman’s bedroom,” Emma joked, doing her best not to laugh but failed almost instantly. She wanted to see Killian and enjoy the comfort of being in the embrace of his loving arms, not looking forward to spending the night alone and waking up without him asleep by her side in their bed. However, she didn’t want to risk anything going wrong for their wedding, as superstitious as that sounded. “It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, Jones.”
“You don’t have to worry about that Emma, we’ve had our fair share of bad luck and we’ve overcome all of it,” Killian reminded, placing his palm and forehead against the door, his bride doing the same on the other side. What more could possibly happen to them to stop them from getting married? “I just needed to be near you Swan…just open the door…” he uttered quietly, encouraging his love.
Summary: “Wow, you’re hot, but I’m pretty sure that’s your wife.” + “You are incredibly hot, and I keep falling in your lap on this hayride. I swear I’m not doing it on purpose. Wow, this is awkward!”
Rating: G for fall fluff. Like the fanfic equivalent of hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon.
Trigger warnings: None unless you count the possibility of getting a toothache from the fluff 🙂
A huge thank you to my beta, @looselipswontsinkships . She was swamped with school, yet still managed to look this story over and catch my silly mistakes. Also a shout out to my artist. I had this idea in my head of a beautiful fall aesthetic for my story (which I could never make myself), and look what I got! It’s not only gorgeous but exactly what I was hoping for.
I absolutely adore fall, so I hope you all enjoy this little Captain Swan autumn one shot …
When she woke up that morning, Emma Swan would have never believed that the day would start with a hayride and end with fortune cookies. Of course, she had promised three year old Henry that she would take him to the pumpkin patch in the little coastal town of Storybrooke, Main. The one that all the mom blogs in Portland rated the best pumpkin patch in the area. Peter’s Pumpkins and Pies. In Storybrooke . Ah, she got it. Cute and clever. Or something.
There was so little that she, as an overworked, underpaid single mother, could give to her tiny son. She could at least give him this. She could take pictures of Henry in his cute fall jacket amidst the bright orange pumpkins and post them on Instagram, just like all the other moms.
But then she had awakened to a cold drizzle outside the window and a leaden gray sky. She gently told Henry the weather was just too nasty for the pumpkin patch. Then Henry had dissolved into a puddle of tears on the kitchen floor. Now, Emma wasn’t one of those moms who was ruled by some kind of toddler tyrant. But the thing was, Henry wasn’t that kind of kid. Sure, he had colic the first four months of his life, but it was as if he’d spent all his tears in that brief space of time (though it hadn’t felt brief when she was in the middle of it.) But now Henry was a complacent, easy to please child. His tears that morning were more of the “my little heart is breaking” variety rather than the “I’m going to scream until I get my way” variety.
This is my winter song to you The storm is coming soon It rolls in from the sea
My voice, a beacon in the night My words will be your light To carry you to me. [x]
To my lovely shipmate, @koltarmi. I hope you get the white Christmas you’re dreaming of, but here’s one just in case you don’t. I have absolutely loved being your CSSS this year, and I hope this present brings you lots of smiles over a certain lovestruck pirate puppy and angel princess ^.^ MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Summary: 6×14 Canon Divergence: What if Emma had some help in deciphering between Captain Hook being revealed as Robert’s murderer and the Killian Jones she loves?
Rating and reason for the rating: T for strong language
Trigger warnings: Passing reference to murder, drinking references
Authors Note: I hated how no one batted an eye at Killian’s absence between 6×14 to 6×17. No one thought to fight for him and gave him the benefit of the doubt. This story attempts to fix that a year and a half later. David and Henry know Killian pretty well by now. I think they’d have some insight into the man he has become. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this as much I did in the writing process.
@girl-in-the-band-tshirt: I COULD NOT have asked for a better beta while writing this story. It would not be half of what it is without you. I am so happy to have worked with you. I tend to focus more on ideas and thoughts. You took care of the technical side. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Don’t be a stranger after this is over.
@eastwesthomeisbest Thank you so much for the gorgeous edit. I’d not seen your work before this; it is stunning 🙂 I wish I could thank you in your inbox but you’ll know my identity soon enough.
Word Count: 3,187
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David,
I’m concerned about Killian. He was out by the docks this evening with a bag over his shoulder. I don’t know what his plans are. When we were talking, his mind seemed millions of miles away. He avoided eye contact and went stiff when I hugged him. Something isn’t right. You should check in with him; you’re closer to him than I am.
Love, Snow
David growled. Dammit, Hook. You promised you would never leave my daughter. You’re no better than all the other bastards who abandoned her. Wait. If Hook left, that means Emma is alone. And probably not taking this well. I should check on her. Well, it’s my turn at the station for night shift at the station anyway. I’ll stop by on my way over. Technically Emma and Hook’s house was out of the way from the loft, but he had to see if his daughter was okay.
He glanced at his phone. 11 o’clock. His shift technically started at midnight, but he wanted to allow time to visit Emma. He glanced over at baby Neal’s crib. Ruby agreed to babysit during night shift since Snow would be unable to attend to the baby should he wake up. He sent her a quick text letting her know he was about to leave. She quickly replied she would be over shortly.
It All Starts With a Dance 