so kristen was writing 3B cs smut during killian’s cursed-lips phase and needed motivation to finish, and as her smut is simply The Best, i provided some pls-keep-writing art 🙂 GO READ THE THING! IT’S SEXY AND ANGSTY what a combo, i love them
When the Evil Queen twists the Genie’s Wish to send Emma away from
Storybrooke, Hook and David find a way to follow her to a Realm created
by the Genie’s magic. There, they encounter alternate versions of
themselves, which force them to do some soul-searching of their
own. This is a canon-divergence fic of the Season 6 Wish Realm episodes.This story is for you if you enjoy Captain Charming, Captain Swan.
Special thanks to @clockadile– who was amazing in any way possible – we collaborated on this artwork and we are so excited to finally share it with all of you!
It’s just one weekend. At Christmas. In New York. With everyone there. With Killian there. It’s fine. Emma doesn’t mind – he’s always there and she wants him to be there and it’ll be good. Great, even. Festive. She’s looking forward to it.
She just hopes she doesn’t do something stupid. Like shout feelings in his face. That probably wouldn’t be very festive.
This is such a cute fic and I’ve enjoyed it immensely so I felt the need to make a ridiculous picset for it. Obviously. There’s a classier version, but this felt more true to the delightful and festive insanity of Mary Margaret’s well-meaning but overdone Christmas weekend schedule.
There was a distinct pause in time the second she looked upon his face. Emma had seen millions of faces pass through her gates in the underworld – princesses whose beauty started wars, rogues whose greatest sin was the number of individuals they’d seduced with virile charm – but none compared to this man. There were entire oceans in his eyes, a warmth in his smile. Emma could see why the gods would look favorably upon him to grant him such mystical abilities and why an entire world of people would crave his presence.
He was beautiful.
“Are you the Healer of the Seas?” Emma asked, forcing her voice steady.
“Aye, that I am. May I ask why such a beautiful woman dressed in fine clothes is here seeking me out?”
Summary: Queen Emma of the Underworld enlists the help of a magical healer when her son falls deathly ill. Killian Jones, one of the best healers alive, is Emma’s last hope. But with so many people who need him, he can’t stay down in the Underworld forever. With the help of a few pomegranate seeds, he may not have a choice. Hades and Persephone!AU.
Rating: M
Content Warnings: Light sexual situations, mentions of death and loss.
My art part for the Captain Swan Little Bang!! Heavily inspired by Alphonse Mucha’s works, I wanted to pick up the elements of Queen Emma and Healer Killian, with some accents from the story itself and a little Tarot vibe.
This time I’m working with a talented writer, a WONDERFUL story, and a theme that I can’t resist it, so I was very happy to know that I was able to draw for it! I want to thank @the-reason-to-sail-home for her creation, inspiration and feedback, and @captainswanbigbang for making this event again with more amazing writers and artists! Please, go check out this beautiful story!
I know everyone was so mad after I stabbed Hook, have some tiny humor to make up for it! :,D Seriously though, you can’t heal a wound from Excalibur? I refuse to believe that Arthur never poked himself, not even once *cough*
“His eyes linger on hers, and she feels his fingers solidify, warm flesh turned to cool metal beneath her hand. “Dead guy … of … year … picked me … remember? … This is,” he fights to breathe. “This is … just … another … adven … ture.” Emma wants to tell him that the best adventures are the ones you take with other people. She wants to remind him that he needs someone to keep him out of trouble. She wants to shake him, but there’s nothing left to shake. She’d shackle him to the bed if only it would keep him from leaving. But she’s out of time. “Jones, I am not done with you.” With tears scalding her face, Emma does the only thing she can do: she leans forward, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and kisses him, just as his lips turn to gold beneath hers.”
It All Starts With a Dance 