English Literature PhD student Emma Swan just needs money to pay for her last semester of grad school tuition. Killian Jones has always dreamed of opening a bookshop but has never been able to afford it. So when the small principality of Misthaven is looking for their lost princess, the pair decide that this might just be the perfect money making scheme.A Multi-chapter Modern Day + Lost Princess (think Rapunzel/Anastasia-esque) + Book Lovers in a Coffee Shop AU
“She’s not mine,” He says, as he falls into her arms.
Emma wraps her arms around him and holds him tight. He feels the grief of the last few hours pour out of him. New tears threaten his eyes, causing him to bury his face into the crook of her neck.
Title: Goddess Rating: E A/N: So, this little, delicious slice of smut was written for @cscocktoberfest and is my second contribution to the event. It is a second fic in the series I have decided to gift this fandom, in which Emma has a daddy!kink and Killian is her Daddy. If you haven’t already read it, how they met is explained in the first fic in this series, Ultimate Fulfillment.
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Three months. That was the amount of time that Emma Swan had known Killian Jones. They had met through the Ultimate Fulfillment dating app, thanks to her meddling friends, and it had been one of the best nights of her life. Well, scrap that. He had made it the best night of her life and continued to be the highlight of her Friday. When he said he wanted to see her again, she had lit up inside, the warmth spreading through her like a shot of whiskey, warming her belly and making her skin tingle.
Of course she wanted another shot of tall, dark and handsome. Mr. 99%. Though Emma would most certainly beg to differ on that one. Her only complaint with the app was its inaccuracy, because, every Friday night since she had first met Killian Jones, she had been more than 100% compatible with him. 100% on the stairs. 100% in the bathroom of their local bar. One hundred fucking percent every which way you swung it.
At first, Emma had wanted a daddy. Who wouldn’t? To be controlled in the bedroom by someone who knew how to pleasure you in ways that you could only dream of. But then, quite by accident, Emma had discovered that Killian liked to be controlled just as much as he liked to be in control. She hadn’t meant to, but in the heat of the moment, she hadn’t even realised that the words had slipped from her mouth, seven little words that had him crumbling to his knees and begging like a puppy for more orders.
Author’s note: My posting day has arrived! Thanks to all the amazing people who put @cscocktoberfest together! This was a blast to write. I wanted to do something a little different, so I hope you enjoy it. The story is set in the Only For One Night verse, but I don’t think it’s necessary to have read that before reading this. I don’t want to spoil it too much, but think Season 4 finale. On with the show!
Summary: Princess Emma of Misthaven wakes up imprisoned in a tower, with no memory of how she got there. Her only hope is for her husband, Captain Killian Jones, to find her. But what if he’s not the man she knew?
The sound of wood scraping on stone roused her from her
doze. Emma blinked, the smell of the disgusting gruel assaulting her nose. She
fought back the gag that tried to claw its way up her throat; she didn’t have
any other choice. The gruel and stale bread were all she had. Regardless of how
awful it smelled, her stomach demanded nourishment. With a groan, she crawled
on her hands and knees over to the door. The chains that bound her wrists were
just long enough for her to reach the bowl. She gathered it to her chest then
backed away from the door as quickly as she could.
As she wolfed down her revolting meal, she wondered for the
hundredth time just where she was. How long she’d been there. How she’d gotten
there. She had no memories of being kidnapped or attacked in anyway. One day,
she’d simply woken up in this tower. It had one window; she could see the sea.
That sight was the only thing that comforted her. She’d tried everything she
could think of to free herself, or at least, she thought she had. She had no
magic, for some reason; she wondered if the cuffs that bound her, blocked her
powers. Half the time she swore her mind was playing tricks on her. Sometimes
she wondered if any of this was real. Days seemed to bleed together; time had
no meaning.
She missed her husband. She missed her son. Killian must be looking for her; he would never
give up. He would be out of his mind with worry. Unless the Dark One…no, she
couldn’t think like that. Killian was out there, searching. She would see him
again. She kept waiting for the Jolly
Roger to appear at her window, her pirate entering like an avenging angel.
Gideon finds them both with their ears pressed to the heavy wooden door leading to the Queen’s office. Emma’s hand is wrapped around Leo’s mouth – he tried to lick it, to which she answers with a zap of magic that’d made him yelped, and then they’d spent thirty full seconds arguing silently. They’re both quite now, and Gideon just stares at them.
“What are you doing?” he asks, startling both siblings at the same time.
They shush him, and Leo waves for him to move closer. Gideon does so with a frown, obviously still confused as to why they are acting in such a way. As far as Emma remembers, her mother’s office has always been opened to the both of them, both because their mother has nothing to hide and because she believes in learning through observing. Emma has sat through many a diplomatic meeting in this office, drinking in her mother’s every word, every action while talking to foreign dignitaries.
“Killian’s inside,” Leo whispers.
Three simple words, but more than enough for Gideon’s eyes to widen and for him to move closer immediately, and to press his ear against the door too. Emma’s birthday was only a few days ago, and the castle is back to its peaceful self now. She kept Killian’s proposal secret for an entire two days before the urge to tell Alexandra was too strong, and soon both Leo and Gideon were in the know too. They have been eagerly waiting for Killian to finally find the nerve to ask for a private audience with the queen.
It is more about decorum and traditions than anything else, Emma knows – especially since her lady mother hand-picked Killian herself, introducing him to Emma and letting destiny do the rest. He doesn’t need anyone’s permission but Emma’s to ask for he hand, yet a meeting with the queen was in order. Emma loves how proper and old-fashioned he can be at time, making him all the more endearing in her eyes.
“You all look ridiculous,” comes a voice to their left.
Hey y’all – Besides for some bleak thoughts and illegible, “I’m sick and shouldn’t be typing posts”, I am late to post. I have been down with actual influenza for a week, and I am still recovering from that mess. Please excuse the potential sloppiness of this chapter, I cannot format and edit while potentially partially brain dead. I literally feel like someone ran over me with a lawnmower full of gorilla glue and horseradish. It’s been something. Thanks to the mod team of @cscocktoberfest for understanding that I needed a beat.
ONTO THE GOOD NEWS! Look at this beautiful banner @wingedlioness made me ages ago! Stunning. Really. The picture’s not bad either.
Anyway, here comes some smut finally for the cock in cocktober, I did sketch a nude picture for this in the hospital, but I don’t know if I wanna look at it or not. The nurses thought it was… something.
Cleared out, the club seemed like a cave chamber or the belly of some metal beast. Low murmurs from the staff as they cleaned echoed off the walls in a low grumble. It helped keep them oblivious to Killian and Emma sitting at a table behind the wings of the stage, Emma’s face softly sympathetic as she poured tea for the obviously rattled man before her.
“Killian, I know this is a shock -”
“A shock?” Killian laughed darkly, an edge to his clipped tones. “Bloody fucking hell, Emma. This is a little more than a shock, having to sit there and pretend everything was just fine while finding out that you’re some…What even are you?”
“I’m a siren. As are you,” Emma said simply, sipping her tea daintily. “I don’t know how you didn’t know; did your parents not tell you?”
Killian felt rage boiling up from somewhere buried deep, pressed small and forgotten with purpose.
Note: I owe @initiala my life and I feel like an asshole for not getting my other submission for @cscocktoberfest done on time so here’s a tiny baby sorta smutlet fic that takes place in my Seal of Fate universe where both Killian and Emma are selkies located in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard. You don’t need to read my seal dumpster trash to understand what’s going on in this itty bitty smutlet. All you know need to know is that they’re selkies. That’s about it. Anyway, this is like only 600 words but I hope you enjoy it. I’m gonna post my other submission hopefully sometime this week but let’s just say this is “an apology for being a dick” web redemption.
He’s on her the second, she sides out of her seal skin. Fingers grasping hard at her waist, pulling her back against his chest as kisses rain down against her shoulders and nape. A soft sigh escapes her lips as he worries his teeth into the juncture of her neck. She can’t help but lean into him, hand flailing backwards in an awkward search of his hair. It takes a few tries but she gets there, fingers sliding into the slick strands and giving them a nice tug.
Summary: My take on what happens the night Henry is at Avery’s in “New York City Serenade.”
Notes: My first time writing smut! Thanks to my beta @shireness-says, who has been an amazing cheerleader and who helped me beat this fic into shape. Thanks also to @cocktoberfest for giving me the opportunity to a) write smut b) post anonymously. Hope you’ll enjoy!
The tumblers of rum landed with a faint click on the coffee table as Emma set them down, wondering whether she should get coasters (though when she had become a person who not only owned coasters, but used them, she had no idea. A curse indeed).
Hook was finishing up in the bathroom after she had invited him to stay for the night. He’d have to leave before Henry’s return the next morning, but the least she could do was offer him a place to wash off the grime from the jail she had sent him to and a warm bed for the night. Or, well, a warm couch, she amended in her mind.
The door of the bathroom opened, letting out a waft of warm scented air. Emma turned around, expecting to see the pirate in the sweatpants and henley she had lent him. She froze, however, when she caught sight of Hook; while she had prepared herself for the sight of him in modern clothes, this was… something else. While he was wearing the sweatpants, he had put his pirate shirt back on; with his vest always on, she had never noticed in Neverland how sheer it actually was, and how deeply the neckline cut.
Well, she was certainly noticing it now. And she was also noticing how strangely adorable he looked, with his bare feet and leather garments clutched in his arms. Without all his leather, she could see how slender he was. Gone was Captain Hook, and in his place stood Killian Jones, shuffling awkwardly in his jammies.
Tearing her eyes from his chest with difficulty, Emma looked up at the man’s face, only to see him already watching her, an eyebrow raised and his mouth curved into a slight smirk. Ah, no, there was Hook.
Summary: Pretending to be a noblewoman might be the dumbest thing Emma has ever agreed to do. And she’s not sure if meeting Lord Killian Jones made the whole thing better or worse. (Better. Definitely better.)
Artist: The lovely @captxinswans (link to her art for chapter 1 will be added here later)
Word count: 6032 (62k words in total)
A/N: After trying to write this story for months, I signed up for the @captainswanbigbang in hopes that it would help motivate me to actually finish the story. And now, half a year later, I can’t believe I’m sharing it with the world! I know for sure that I couldn’t have done it without my wonderful beta and friend Aina (forget-me-not-s), as she encouraged me to sign up in the first place and gave me hope when I thought everything I wrote sucked. I’d also like to thank my incredible artist captxinswans! And of course, the moderators of the csbb for making all of this possible!
This story was initially inspired by one of my favourite books, The Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson. Especially the first two chapter are inspired by the books, so I would just like to say, that I do not own anything you might recognize 🙂
Now, I really hope you enjoy it! I’ll be posting every Wednesday until Christmas 🙂
Emma no longer
questioned whether or not she had lost her mind. Alone in the bustling
carriage, she made peace with the fact that she was indeed completely insane.
But she had a job to do, and nothing was going to keep her from following
through with it.
In the dark outside, people hurried home to their hearths or perhaps to
a tavern for a drink and some laughter. Lanterns were lit here and there, and
smoke rose from every chimney. Emma had never before thought of Misthaven as
charming per say. Then again, she was far from used to seeing her hometown from
the inside of a horse-drawn carriage.
Emma stopped fiddling
with the soft skirt of her dress. She refused to let her nerves get the better
of her, and shifted in her seat on the cushioned bench. The corset of the dress
forced her to sit with her back straight, and although she worried for her
spleen, it was comforting to know that her dress would keep her from slouching.
The hair was probably
the worst part. Snow had pinned it up so delicately, Emma worried it would all
unravel at the slightest bump. But it was beautiful – the hair, the dress, all
of it. Not even Emma could deny that. She looked like a noblewoman, and the
moment she first tried it all on five weeks ago was the moment she started to
believe the plan could actually work.
It All Starts With a Dance 