ten minute writing exercise! I’m going cross-eyed interpreting these transcripts and need a break.
If ever there was a time when he’d thought he’d regret laying down his sword, giving up a life at sea and full of adventure, it must have been before he’d ever met Emma Swan.
How could he have regrets when the most beautiful woman in all the realms lay her body across his, mewling and writhing against him and teasing him in the most delicious way? How could he have regrets when he felt, as if for the first time in his very long life, that he’d finally come home, found warmth and welcome in a safe harbor against the most brutal of storms?
“Up on your knees, pet, there’s a girl,” he murmured as she obeyed his request.
A/N: I hope you like this take. I’ve been in a Harry Potter state of mind, so here’s a Hogwarts AU, with secret dating+Captain Book brotp. Normally, I place Killian in Hufflepuff, but Ravenclaw worked best for this story.
It’s late when Killian stumbles back into Ravenclaw Tower, his heart
doing it best to beat out of his chest at the memory of Emma’s lips moving
against his own, their bodies pressed together in the shadowed corridors of the
castle. Even parted, Emma still drives him to distraction, and he’s barely able
to formulate an answer to riddle – “What
belongs to you but others use it more than you do?” “A name.” – not that he
minds too much. He would gladly spend the entire night outside of the tower if
it meant more time spent in Emma’s arms. But, Killian can’t help but feel
pleased that he’s able to sleep in his own bed in the dormitory.
There’s
a fire burning in the common room, and he feels his heart pound in his chest
for a different reason. His mind begins to work into overdrive in an attempt to
formulate an excuse for why he was wandering around the castle so late at
night. He supposes detention might be believable. He’s been in and out of it
enough that it’s not like anyone would doubt him.
His
visibly reacts, however, once he sees that it is only Belle in the common room,
her nose in a book, and her cat, Cheshire, curled on her lap.
“Hello,
Killian,” she says, not bothering to look up from her textbook. Her lips upturn
into a small smirk, however, evidence that she’s onto where’s he’s been and
just what he’s been doing.
As far as he is aware, Belle is the only person who knows about his and Emma’s
relationship. It wasn’t by choice, but rather her coming across them in one of
the back corners of the library. Her resulting squeal had been loud enough to
almost sick Madam Pince on them. She has thankfully kept their secret, no
thanks to considerable begging on his part. Not that Belle is, or has ever
been, a gossip.
“Aren’t
you up a little late to be studying?” he asks her, flopping onto one of the
overlarge chair. Cheshire eyes him warily before deciding to leave his perch on
Belle’s lap for Killian. Killian scratching the cat behind its ears.
“I
wanted to get my reading out of the way before the House Cup this weekend,” she
responds as she marks her spot in the textbook. Belle turns to him, a wry smile
on her face. “Ravenclaw plays Gryffindor. I’ve been told it’s going to be a big
one.”
Killian
doesn’t need a reminder for the significance of the match. As Captain of the
Ravenclaw Quidditch team, he knows very what a victory will mean for the House
and his team. As the secret boyfriend to the Gryffindor Seeker, he also knows
what this may mean for his relationship. It is, after all, the entire reason
they had kept everything under wraps. Neither of them had wanted to deal with
the accusations that either of them hadn’t tried their best in the match.
(Which is an utter load of bollocks, of course, because one of Killian’s
favorite aspects of his relationship with Emma was how she always pushed him to
be better.)
But,
after the match is over – and Ravenclaw wins, of course – they will slowly come
forward with their relationship, and make both their Houses believe they got
together after the fact. Belle thinks the plan is completely silly – “The world
doesn’t revolve around Quidditch, you know!” – but she support them, as long as
he is happy and she doesn’t have to stumble upon them snogging anymore.
Killian will be happy when he no longer has to worry about people stumbling
upon them snogging, either. Or rather, he’ll be happy once he no longer has to
keep their relationship a secret. He’s counting down the days until he can show
to all of Hogwarts that Emma Swan has captured his heart as easily as she can
capture the Snitch – upcoming match excluded. He longs to take her on a date to
Hogsmeade, to spend their free time after exams curled by the lake. He even
wants to sit with her in the same compartment on the Hogwarts Express as they
travel back to King’s Cross. Mainly, he wants to kiss her and not care who’s
watching.
He
sighs. Just a few more days until they can slowly begin going public.
Summary: What’s worse than being the victim of a magic spell that changes your biological sex? When the spell is also contagious. Rating: E AO3
This fic is a gift for @swankkat! This year was very rough, but meeting you and becoming your friend basically salvaged it more than you can ever imagine. You made Falling Slowly into so much more than it would have been otherwise, through your gorgeous artwork, your shrewd editing skills, and your unwavering support. 2017 is gonna be a good one, because I’m gonna make it down to see you no matter what.
Not to spoil the fic or anything, but Emma and Killian have sex in this fic, and they do so in every combination of genders. If you’re not interested in that, then you should probably not read it.
Emma cringed when the door opened. She wasn’t sure how to tell Killian what had happened, so she’d just sent him a short hey so maybe you shouldn’t come home tonight, pls don’t ask text before wrapping herself in a blanket and curling up on the couch. She’d figured that chick flicks might make her feel more like herself, and she was halfway through one when Killian barged through the door anyway.
His eyes scanned the room with concern until they fell on her. “Who the bloody hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?”
In response, Emma curled herself up even more, pulling the blanket over her head. “I told you not to come home,” she said, loud enough that she knew he could hear her through the fabric.
Princess Emma always dreaded the arrival of her birthday. It meant puffy dresses, forced smiles, and behaving like a person different from her real self.
She had already danced with four different princes’, two earls and one dwarf (although that wasn’t so bad, uncle Happy was by far her favorite) but now she was tired, she hadn’t eaten a single bite and her feet were killing her.
For some miracle of sorts, Emma managed to get close to the buffet, she was about to take something to eat when a handsome man in a bright colored suit approached her with a smug grin on his face.
Emma almost groaned, they were all handsome men with suits and smug grin; she couldn’t take anymore of them.
“Happy birthday, Highness,” he said, just like everyone else.
“Why, thank you, sir.” Emma faked a bright smile, her cheeks were about to fall off.
“This may be a bit forward of me but, may I have this dance?”
The band was playing a waltz, every couple was dancing in practical yet beautiful movements, the swaying of colors was mesmerizing. It was the part Emma liked most of all, but she had yet to find the right partner besides her dad.
“Before we go, may I ask you your name?” Emma gave the man her hand to take anyway so he could lead her to the dance floor.
“Prince Killian Jones, from the Southern Kingdom.”
She had heard of that kingdom: it was a beautiful land touched by the sea, warm in winter and summer and dedicated to fishing. She was suddenly curious about Killian Jones, she wanted to know everything about his land, for she had always wanted to go there and sail its coast.
They danced and talked the night away, too caught up in each other to notice anything else. Emma had taken a liking to Killian, the way he talked and behaved himself amused her more times than not and he was an incredible charmer.
“Where do I remember you from, Killian?” Emma asked at one point after the third dance.
“We met when we were both very young. I looked at you from behind my mother’s gown. You were gorgeous, Princess. I’ve never forgotten you,” he said, sure and direct as if he had been waiting to say that the whole night, and maybe he had.
“All that from a small glance?”
“All that from a small glance,” he confirmed without tearing his eyes off of her.
Soon they were forced to say goodbye, the party ended and all the guests left the palace including Killian and his brother.
Emma wished to see him again, if only to sit and listen to him talk about his kingdom and his adventures at sea for the rest of the day, but as soon as he had gone she noticed how truly tired she was and she went to bed, kissing her parents goodnight.
The next day Emma opted for a stroll in the forest to stop the images of dancing and laughter from drawing her completely mad; nature always calmed her.
That time, though, it seemed her mind was going to trick her no matter where she went because she heard his voice calling her, “Good morning, Highness! Did you sleep well?”
She turned around on instinct and there he was, handsome as ever.
“Killian! What are you doing here?” She rushed to reach him and stopped only a few feet away.
“Come with me,” he demanded, looking at her with that same loving gaze he had had all the night before.
It was a pattern with them: he would tell her to follow him and she would go immediately, then he would sweep her off her feet. That time, he brought her to a meadow filled with beautiful pink flowers. It was there, between the smell of spring and the singing of the birds that she knew.
Killian Jones was very different from everyone else.
Author’s note: Good news! My computer is back! Rootkit viruses are nasty, people. Better news? I come bearing the new Captain Duckling AU! It’s already up on FF.net and AO3 (I’ll add the links) but if you’ve been waiting to see it here, I can finally post it. Even better? It’s not a one shot. I’m not sure how many parts (as per usual, lol) but I think it’ll be fun. And hot. I hope you like it!
Summary:
What happens when a revenge obsessed pirate meets a princess at a ball?
She looked
out her balcony window; the view was the perfect distraction as the seamstress
and her assistant hovered around her, pinning and sewing her new ball gown. No
one needed to know she was looking for
something – or more specifically, for someone.
Three months
had passed, three lonely dreary months since she’d seen him, held him, felt his
skin on hers. The cheerful summer weather seemed to mock her; she’d had to act
as if nothing was wrong, as if she was excited for all the goings on in her
parents’ kingdom. Summer used to be her favorite time of year, but now she
simply dreaded it.
Summer kept
her lover from her and she did not like it one bit.
Was this
what her life would be from now on? Waiting, deception? She did not enjoy lying to her parents, but what
choice did she have? If they knew she’d been seduced by (and seducer of) the
most notorious pirate in all the realms, at best they’d be disappointed, at
worst, they’d have Killian executed. If they could capture him. He was
resourceful, her pirate, and Emma resolved to run away with him if things took
a bad turn.
She didn’t
quite know when or how it had happened but she’d fallen in love with the
handsome, dangerous pirate and she refused to give him up. Not even for a
kingdom.
Seven years after the tragic death of his fiancee, Killian Jones is assigned the newest agent in the office. But this agent doesn’t work well with others, preferring to strike out on his own and with Emma Swan determined to do things by the book. Their sparring is interrupted by the sudden reappearance of the man who caused his first love’s death…
For my lovely cs gutter follower giftee @afairytaleprincess, in honor of her amazing story.
Summary: When a devil and a detective show up in Storybrooke just before the holidays, it’s up to Emma Swan and her dashing pirate to figure out why and what to do next.
Fandoms: Once Upon a Time, Lucifer Words: 3800 Notes: For the lovely @seethelovelyintheworld for Gutter Flower CS Secret Santa! So I was thinking about a few ideas of what I should write – maybe Emma and Killian could enjoy something that you were a fan of or mention drawing or something. (Because btw, her fan art is amazing!) And then I kept seeing Lucifer in your feed and thought, “Hm, could I do a crossover with Lucifer? Is there a way I can make it work?” Maybe. You’ll have to let me know, but I definitely tried. So I hope you like it and I wish you a lovely gutter flowery happy holidays!
She shouldn’t be doing this because, seriously, her father could walk in. Then how would she explain the fact that instead of working, she was making out with her boyfriend in the sheriff’s station under mistletoe? (And who the hell even hung it there in the first place? Not that Emma minded, but seriously.)
Luckily, she heard the door to the station open despite the warm pirate distraction, which gave her enough time to pull herself away before her father came in.
“Emma!”
She stepped away from Killian abruptly and straightened out her shirt, putting a quick smile on her face just as her pirate did the same. It was all the more necessary when David turned the corner and she realized he wasn’t alone.
“Emma.” He looked a bit worried, but she could tell he was trying to hide it. “I uh… I want you to meet some people who just arrived in town.”
She turned to see the two new guests walking in with her father – a petite but no-nonsense looking blonde woman and a tall man with dark features.
Merry Christmas to my CSSS, @featheredpirate! It’s been fun chatting a bit. I’ve written this fluffy bit of a potential deleted scene, and I hope you enjoy it!
“She came to this world looking for blondes? There’s a lot more than just me,” Emma says seriously.
Killian looks at her and gives her a smirk. “Don’t I know it,” he says, a look Emma can’t quite decipher on his face.
She shoots him a quelling glance, determined to find out what nonsense he’s talking or implying later.
–
They’re standing on the pier later, their arms wrapped around each other as protection against the cold. And maybe just because Emma likes the feel of being in his arms, but never mind that.
She runs her hands under his jacket and vest, splaying them over his shirt. “So…what were you talking about earlier?”
Killian shivers, and it’s not just the plummeting temperatures. “When? In case you haven’t realized, I say a good number of things, Swan.”
“The thing about the blondes. It sounded a little like you were, I don’t know, rubbing it in? That there are lots of other blondes in the world and that you’ve known any number of them.”
“What?” He looks surprised, and then he giggles. Giggles. “No, love, that’s not it at all. Were you jealous?” There’s that damnable smirk again.
Emma glares at him. “No.”
He’s still chortling to himself but finally seems to notice her scowl. “All right, I’ll tell you the story. But don’t mock me too much.”
She nods her agreement, and he clears his throat to begin his tale.
After falling through Zelena’s time portal alone, Emma finds herself on Neverland, meeting the acquaintance of one Lieutenant Jones and his brother. But the time spell is torn, and Emma finds herself diving through the years, each time meeting a different version of Killian Jones.
Season 3B Canon Divergence, Lieutenant Duckling, Captain Duckling
Emma has to push against the sheer force of magic radiating off of the barn just to stay standing. The bright ray of orange energy erupting into the sky makes it difficult for Emma to look at it too closely without needing to shield her eyes. Killian is close beside her. He stares up at the fiery beacon with horrified eyes, the luminescence making the blues of his irises look like the storming sea at sunset. It’s a sight she just catches in the middle of all the chaos around her. If but for a moment, she pauses.
“Whatever’s going on in there can’t be good,” Killian shouts over the roaring wind.
“It’s Zelena’s time portal. David left a message. Somehow she died and triggered it.” And Killian is right, whatever Zelena had planned for this portal isn’t some weak spell that they can easily dampen. The portal on the inside of the walls has enough raw energy to make the ground shake, and the walls of the barn rattle where they stand.
Emma takes one last look at the tornado of orange magic bursting from the roof of the barn, then charges toward its wooden entry. A sound comes from Killian’s throat, something a bit choked and exasperated. He lunges forward, grabbing a hold of Emma’s wrist.
look at this beautiful art by the effervescent @flipperbrain!
this au is brought to you by the song “christmas wrapping” by the waitresses. if you‘re familiar with the song, you already know how this fic is going to go.
merry christmas to all of you darlings, i love you all! and happy holidays to those of you who do not celebrate!
I Think I’ll Miss This One This Year
“Bah, humbug,” Emma muttered as she passed yet another Santa next to a donation cauldron, imploring her with his sad, tinkling bell to give someone a good Christmas.
That wasn’t really fair, she acknowledged that. Emma actually loved Christmas. Or at least she loved the idea of Christmas–people being cheery, peppermint and chocolate-flavored everything, maxing out your credit card to show the people you care about just how much you care with that gift basket of cranberry-scented bath products. As she trudged along toward the grocery store, she smiled; Mary Margaret would probably exclaim with glee over those bath products, but then again, the woman was easy to please.
Her phone started blasting “Jingle Bell Rock,” ringtone courtesy of her kid, the main reason she loved Christmas. She reached into her tight pocket and fumbled it, her gloved fingers clumsy as she wrestled her phone out of her thick, down coat.
“Sheriff,” she greeted, already knowing what he was going to say.
“Sheriff,” David returned. “Are you sure you can’t join us for some nog and Christmas cheer? I, myself, will be carving the roast beast.”
It All Starts With a Dance 