A prompt from @optomisticgirl and for @ive-always-been-a-pirate, on the anniversary of her birth (a day early). If you’ve seen Carrie Pilby or read the book, you’ll get what inspired this scene. A slight twist, though, cause there’s no way it would’ve gone that way with Killian and Emma.
Under the cut, for smutty reasons…
Tag: fanfic
My need for resolution and communication resulted in this little reunion one shot. 1.5k, totally not spec fic because we’d never see Emma and Killian actually in bed together lol
The night doesn’t seem so still
during a thunderstorm, the rain cascading down and thudding against the roof as
the wind blows the trees in the front yard. Emma watches the storm from the
window seat in the bedroom, eyes widening every so often at the flash of lightening
before the deep crack of thunder rumbles seconds later. She looks over at
Killian sleeping in their bed, undisturbed by the storm. He’s probably slept
through a lot worse on the Jolly, the ship jostled violently by the stormy
seas. She had been caught in a storm many times in her life too, mostly during
the days when she didn’t have a safe and decent place to dry off and stay warm.Despite the chill of the night
that sends a shiver through her, something burns in her chest and settles low
in her belly, a heat that can only be stoked by desire. Emma smiles to herself,
sucking in her bottom lip as she recalls the way Killian kissed her goodnight,
his lips lingering by hers a moment after to whisper his words of love before
settling down to sleep beside her.
Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.
Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.
tagging @emmasbutt who has put up w/ my incessant chatter while writing this fic
♥Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3
Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.
She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.
She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.
Every letter, by @bleebug
A pen pal writing assignment connects a young Emma Swan with her best friend Killian Jones. Life sends many hardships their way, but their friendship remains solid through the years. As they both grow older and begin to realize what they want out of life, will their letters be enough?
pandora’s box–a post-ep cs ff
spoiler warning, don’t even read this summary if you know nothing about 6.13.
i’m not gonna comment on the episode. i’m just gonna write about emma finding what she found.
Emma had actually seen Pandora’s Box in person. Well, she thought it was the real Pandora’s Box? That thing Rumplestiltskin had, the prison box thing they’d captured Pan in back in the Neverland days. She was fuzzy on her Greek mythology, but as best she could remember, opening the box had supposedly unleashed all sorts of bad crap on mankind, and curious little Pandora had been the reason there was evil and strife in the world. Leave it to men to tell everyone that the source of their woes was a woman.
So there she was, innocently rummaging around in Hook’s stuff (seriously, she’d only been looking for his spare hook–she just wanted to have everything put away so they could actually say they were moved in) when she’d found it: the ring box.
She knew what it was the moment she found it; she didn’t need to open it to confirm. But, like Pandora before her, she just had to go and open it and see what was inside.
A Favor Returned
Just a stupid little New Year’s Eve ficlet, almost 2 months late, but who cares?
summary: modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…
rating: k for kissing 😉
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every year, Ruby Lucas makes a big show giving out the small tulle
packets with the homemade fortune cookies she brought back to Boston
from her Christmas visit to her grandmother. It’s tradition that she
and her bunch of friends each get one to open at midnight on New
Year’s Eve.Like
every year, she reminds them, “Granny says not to open them before
midnight!”Like
every year, her girlfriend Mulan jokes, “Wait, those are Chinese,
shouldn’t I be the one giving them to you?”Ruby
rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so cliché. It’s getting old.”Emma
Swan frowns suspiciously at the cookie in her hand. “Wait, this is
a trick? There’s some stupid message inside just to…”To
be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time. Granny Lucas, at whose house
Emma spent a lot of time in her youth, has tried more than once to
send encouraging messages especially to her. Over the last
years, however, it has become more and more annoying, and Emma
started to feel the pain of every only single among a bunch of
friends who are all happily taken. Endearing as it is that they all
care so much for her, it’s still unnerving when even your youth’s
friend’s grandmother tries to get you to finally find a boyfriend –
or a girlfriend, whatever floats your boat, as Granny put it
so eloquently.
Familiarity (1/1)
Captain Swan, 1500 words
This alludes to some other headcanon I have for Maureen Swan-Jones, whom you met in Homecoming. And okay, I don’t know what rating to give this fic. It’s basically G-rated except for one use of the c-word. Look, it’ll make sense when you read it.
This is dedicated to my husband, who should be flattered that I stole so many things from our conversations to write this.
Killian pulled her close, swaying to the music. “How long has it been since we danced, Swan?”
Emma snorted, ignoring the pinch of her high-heeled shoes as they moved in a circle on the dance floor. “It’s been a while.”
“That’s a travesty, is what that is. I should have been dancing with you every day.” His lips brushed against her cheek, making her shiver. Emma leaned into her husband, feeling a tiny bit dizzy. She’d had a few glasses of wine over the course of the evening, which was a lot more than she tended to drink these days, and she could feel the effects: a floaty feeling in her head, and the warm sense that she loved everyone and everything in the room.
Her Happy Beginning
A little Lieutenant Duckling fic, vaguely inspired by this post (it sparked the original idea at least) for the lovely @the-reason-to-sail-home. Thanks to @mahstatins and @ofshipsandswans for reading this for me!
Some people wait a whole lifetime for their happy ending. Others find theirs sooner and yet find themselves bored and wondering, is this it? Princess Emma of Misthaven is luckier than most. She finds her happy ending at just six years old.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Who dares trespass on the fearsome Captain Hook’s ship?”
Emma freezes at the rough words despite the evidence of all her senses clearly showing that she is far from harm. In a forest, in fact, not more than a few miles from her family’s summer home and miles away from the sea.
But, in all her six years she’s never known anyone to take such a tone with her. People usually don’t when they talk to a Crown Princess. She should know that this is but a game of make believe, but she’s a lonely child and not used to playing games. And so, these words are enough to strike fear into her heart.
“Oi! Are you deaf or are you defying the Captain, lass?”
The voice comes from much closer now and she jumps, unsure of what to do or say. Instinctively she raises her hands in surrender and turns to face the pirate.
amanda, if this isn’t your time i don’t know what is. please give us some sheriff/deputy smut. in your hot, detailed writing
this is me, ignoring my responsibilities, in favor of hot desk sex and bants
speculation and spoilers abound, obvs.
“Not much of a honeymoon,” Emma said between kisses, roughly shoving his leather jacket down his arms.
“And what, pray tell, is a honeymoon?” Killian asked, his hand busily undoing the button of her jeans.
She walked him back until his thighs hit the desk, then pushed him to sit on top of whatever files she’d left scattered on its surface; digitizing the town’s criminal records was going slowly, hampered not only by the usual revolving door of monsters and dwarven antics, but also by the fact that having Killian in the station with her put quite the damper on any desire to do anything but fuck him senseless..
Her husband was extremely distracting.
“A honeymoon,” she said, pausing long enough to strip her shirt off and toss it somewhere towards his desk, “is a vacation for newlyweds. A vacation primarily geared towards having lots and lots of sex.”
Killian hummed, and watched with interest as she unclasped her bra and draped it over one of the lamps. He probably already knew what it was, but one night and several shots of rum had led to him confessing that he liked the way she explained things. “Ah, so a bridal tour without all the pesky need to visit those unable to attend the wedding.”
“Screw them, they can send something off the registry. If we had one. I bet mom made us one.”
New Beginnings
S3e12 New York Serenade hotel smut. When Killian helps her move on and Emma is finally able to open her heart and learn to trust again.
Rated M for smut!
He found her. Only Killian Jones would cross not only this world but through realms just to find her, and Emma still didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand she was living a lie, but on the other she had everything she had ever wanted. She had a great job, a son whom she adored, and a boyfriend who loved her. At least she thought he loved her. It was another bad romance for the books.
This time instead of running away or abandoning her, Walsh tried to kill her. Even if it wasn’t real it still doesn’t change that fact that she was happy. Was she? If someone had asked her that question yesterday her response would have been simple. Now, it couldn’t be more complicated.
She was currently in her car with her son whose father happens to be the son of Rumplestiltskin and the grandchild of Snow White and Prince Charming. And to top it off Captain Hook, a man who tried true loves kiss on her was now sitting in the passenger seat.
She knew it was gonna be a lot for Henry to take in. Hell, it was a lot for her to take in. How was she supposed to tell her son any of this? After the life they lead in New York, Emma didn’t want to shatter his happiness. She may know the truth and have her memories back but he didn’t. And a part of her didn’t want him to know the truth. He loved his life in New York. He had friends, and he loved his school. But as soon as she learned the truth about Walsh she had to get out of there.
It All Starts With a Dance 