There’s whispers of spreading darkness, 28 years of quiet breaking – and she finds herself sharing an alley with him. The story may have started long ago, but it’s ready for a new beginning. Whether they are is yet to be written.
notes: enchanted forest/captain duckling/canon divergence au. i know i haven’t written anything in a decade but this story hit me and wouldn’t leave me alone until i sat down to write it. i hope you enjoy and forgive me my disappearance and lack of updates. Special thanks to @blondecrowns whose encouragement makes shit happen. Second part is done, should be posted later this week/early next week.
also on ao3
It’s been years since Emma’s taken part
in the song and dance of dashing through the castle, stealthily slipping
through whatever gate isn’t being patrolled at that moment, and evading all the
guards searching the town. She’s grateful for its end, and the guards have made
it more than obvious that they are, too.Now especially, when she nods at them in
a tacit agreement that they’ll meet at the usual place, and should she be more
than ten minutes late, they’re free to sound the alarms and race to her (most
likely unnecessary) rescue. They’re no doubt assuming it’s just another
“princess’ flight of fancy,” entertaining the notion that only outside her
privileged life of responsibility and duty is she free to be herself.Now especially, when they would be utterly
mistaken.
Tag: fanfic
Come Away With Me (1/1)
Summary: Emma feels trapped in her role as princess and yearns for a life of freedom and adventure. A certain pirate offers her everything she’s ever wanted and more. On AO3.
Rating: M (mentions of sex but no actual smut, could probably be rated T but this is just in case)
Word Count: ~5100Emma managed to escape the chaos of the ball while Grumpy and Sneezy caused a scene, loudly arguing over something petty, no doubt, and putting a damper on the otherwise festive atmosphere. She’d never been more grateful for her honorary uncles’ ill-tempered manners.
Her formal attire was beyond uncomfortable. No matter how many times she’d told her dressmaker to use soft, delicate materials like silk or velvet, the woman seemed to have her heart set on whatever new and exotic and stylish fabrics she could find. (Oftentimes, this backfired, leaving Emma with red rashes from chafing. But luckily, trends tended to be set by royalty so Emma had the benefit of seeing the rest of the court in gowns just as uncomfortable.) The lacy edges itched her skin, the corset was laced a bit on the tight side, and the beaded necklace she wore kept catching on the baby fine hairs on the back of her neck. It was dreadful.
Are you still taking smut prompts? How about Emma and Killian share a man after discovering he loves sucking cock as much as she does
I’m gonna try to do a flash smut here. Ten minutes then posting. Random, no-name dude because I can’t think of a male character to stick in here. No, I’m not avoiding writing a paper, what are you talking about?
It shouldn’t be this hot to watch her True Love suck another man’s cock like it was the best goddamn thing he’d ever tasted in his life.
But here Emma was, with her fingers toying at the elastic of her panties, trying not to squirm with shameless glee as she watched Killian suck Mr. “Sure-I’m-Down-for-a-Threesome” off to what she hoped was a stirring conclusion.
am I aware this isn’t what’s going to happen at all? yes. do I care? no.
He has seen her cursed before – he remembers the look of distrust in her eyes, and how she would stare at him and see nothing more than a stranger. A crazy stranger with inexplicable tales and promises of answers, but a stranger nonetheless. It had made him miss her glares in the Enchanted Forest, or even the way she would pretend not to stare in Neverland. He would have taken her disgust, or even her repressed feelings, over her blank stares any day.
But now – now she is cursed, and radiant. There is a softness to her that he has only ever seen when they are alone, when she is comforting him or he is whispering sweet nothing to her ear. She is soft, and poise, and so beautiful that it takes his breath away and crush his heart all at once. This is what she was supposed to be, who she was supposed to become – this elegant queen in her cloak of white furs, this wonderful woman who wears a tiara with pride and a smile that would sooth even the most troubled of minds.
CS trying to get pregnant smut and doing everything and anything when it keeps failing :))
Full disclosure that I originally wanted to do this long, angsty thing for this, but I’ve rewritten it like seven times and I’ve never been happy with it ever. So here’s this. Ten minute flash prompt, posting when the timer buzzes.
Two weeks ago she’d broken down crying in his arms, right when he’d been trying to fuck her into the wall and she’d protested because she had read somewhere that you couldn’t get pregnant standing up.
Three weeks ago he’d eaten a whole lemon before fucking her, because some old wive’s tale the Old Lady Who Lived In a Shoe passed on said it made men more fertile.
A month ago Emma had insisted they have sex under the full moon, surrounded by lit fertility candles, positioned with their heads facing north.
Today, she was just taking her temperature for what felt like the millionth time.
so this is a little fic i wrote of emma and killian talking about having kids. cause i have a lot of feelings.
this fic tbh is kind of born out of my own pettiness after that anon called me condescending for me not wanting cs babies or marriage to happen. well, this is actually something i’d be okay with so yeah. this fic is for you anon ❤
Emma feels
his eyes on her as she struts around their room, going through her nightly
routine. He has already used the bathroom and now is just lazing on their bed
on top of the covers, shirt and jeans disposed off properly in the laundry
hamper, and his hook, brace, and rings all stacked neatly on the little table
beside him with his book.If it weren’t
for the fact that they had had a quite adventurous, more than adventurous, night – with them having to deliver
Belle’s baby and all – Emma would’ve thought his intent gaze following her movements
were lustful. Yet as she takes her shirt off and throws it in the general
direction of the laundry hamper and is working in unhooking her bra, she chances a sly glance towards him to find his eyes fixed on her face, and not her now exposed breasts.
She looks down his bare chest, trailing the dark hair all the way down to his boxers and…nothing.She strikes
down horny pirate in her brain as a reason for
his staring, and after taking her leggings off and putting on a big sweatshirt, switches the lights off and
slips into the covers, watching as he himself settles under the covers beside
her.He turns and
faces her, his hand coming under his cheek as he peers down at her.“Are you
okay? Why are you brooding?” She finally whispers, bringing a hand to ruffle
his hair back, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on the side of his forehead.“Nothing,
love, just thinking.”“So brooding
and thinking; that’s a classic combo.” She smiles as her similar words from so long ago make his
lips twitch into a little smile.
Drabble-ish thing, SPOILERS FOR 6×09
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As soon as Emma gets her bearings, they check the front of the shop and realize that Gold has already escaped the squid ink. Their plan was a failure, and now Belle may be in even more danger.
“It was my fault,” Emma says as they hurry back to the convent. “If I hadn’t had another of those stupid visions…”
Killian’s hand is a comforting weight on her back. “The squid ink barely held him; I don’t think it would have mattered.”
She leans into him for a moment as they walk. “At least you didn’t rise to his bait. You did your part as the distraction perfectly.”
“What bait?”
“You know, him calling you my lapdog. And the thing about wearing a collar or whatever.”
Killian snorts. “That’s the thing about men like him – they think doing a woman’s bidding is a weakness. As if I would be insulted by such a taunt.” Taking her hand and kissing it briefly, he adds, “Nothing wrong with being a lapdog. Lapdogs are loyal, and in any case, I quite like your…” he glances down, an eyebrow elevated, “lap.”
Emma laughs, feeling a swell of love in her chest for this man who can make her laugh no matter the situation. He could probably make her laugh with a sword buried in her gut. She hopes she doesn’t have to find out.
“Besides, Swan,” and now his raised eyebrow has become a full-on leer, “you want me to wear a collar, you just say the word.”
But imagine Killian’s utter delight at seeing Emma in full princess regalia, a pretty pink dress and her hair about her shoulders.
He rocks back on his heels and smiles wide when she looks up, startling and dropping her flowers down by her ankles, her foot popping just the same way it did all those months ago when she opened her parent’s door and he was holding a rose and they got to pretend for a night – pretend that she wasn’t the savior and he wasn’t the pirate. It had been just the two of them. Killian and Emma.
He ducks his head, holds hand and hook behind his back in the way he was taught you do when addressing royalty, clicking his heels together neatly. “Your highness.”
She blinks at him, a smile curling at the corner of her lips as she nods in return. It’s the gentle smile that took months for him to see for himself, her eyes unguarded and her steps bringing her closer. She’s softer here, more relaxed. There’s an ease to her movements that he’s only seen in the shallow light of early dawn, when she can’t sleep and he turns on the radio and spins the both of them around the kitchen until her laughter is pressed somewhere beneath his chin.
“Do I – ” She shakes her head a bit, takes another step forward. “I’m sorry, but do I know you.”
His grin widens.
If you’re taking CS prompts – the baddy of the week likes to use a whip, and in the middle of a fight or something Killian flashes back to his childhood after he & Liam were sold? (Captain Charming friendship would also be wonderful)
Hey so apparently during an episode of Aladdin the TV series, Jasmine was temporarily brainwashed evil and used a whip. And then when she was good again, she occasionally used a whip to disarm opponents.
He should have known the Evil Queen wouldn’t let ‘intruders’ in her town without putting up some sort of fight, particularly after the thief had given the Crocodile the slip with the Sorcerer’s Wand. But while taking Princess Jasmine’s heart and forcing her to fight her loved ones to distract them from the Crocodile’s concocted plan to kidnap his son was not in any way out of her usual modus operandi, it still disgusted him.
The fear in Jasmine’s eyes as she lashed out – quite literally, with a bullwhip – reminded him too much of his own fears of being controlled again.
The princess had spunk though. He could see from her movements that she was attempting to resist as much as possible, the lash pulling to the side of an attempted strike at the last moment. Every instance of resistance was countered with punishment: Jasmine’s face twisted in anguish each time the Queen squeezed her heart.
But Killian could tell when Jasmine’s resistance finally failed.
I’m obsessed with Captain Beauty and I needed more of them.
Also, Killian with a baby, so…
——
“Here, I, uh… got this for him.”
Belle smiles at him as he hands her the blanket, and he looks away only to find Emma’s gaze. She shifts to stand closer to him, their bodies brushing as they watch Belle swaddle her son. Her eyes are clouded, like she’s trying to solve a problem that she knows she can’t. He wraps an arm around her and she leans into his side, watching Belle and her newborn child closely. His lips against her hair seem to offer some comfort, as he can feel her relax ever so slightly. The wrinkles between her brow remain, however, and he just holds her tighter.
(He understands how badly she wants to help– he, too, feels like he’d do almost anything to help the woman in front of them, another soul that he cares about who has been irreversibly damaged by Rumplestiltskin.)
“Thank you,” Belle murmurs, tucking the last corner of the blanket around the lad.
“Any time, love,” he tells her, and he lets his eyes fall on the baby in her arms. His eyes are closed, as peaceful as he can be, no idea of the turmoil he’s just been born into. Slowly, he reaches out to brush his knuckle against the child’s cheek, captivated by how soft and fragile it feels. “He’s a handsome lad.”
Belle beams at that, her eyes lighting up. “He is, isn’t he? He’s perfect. He’s also very lucky to have people in his life that have fought so hard for him, for us. Thank you, both, for all you’ve done. I can never repay you.”
“No need, we were happy to help.” Emma reaches out to hold the baby’s hand in two of her fingers. “We’ll do whatever we can to keep him safe.”
Belle’s smile fades at that, and Killian instantly wants to redraw it back on her face, to take away the pain that is replacing her happiness so quickly. “In that case, would you mind… calling the Blue Fairy? Tell her I need to see her, please.”
“I’ll do it,” Emma says, squeezing his arm and then disappearing. After she’s gone, Belle refocuses on her son, staring at him as if trying to memorize every piece of him. After a moment, she looks back up to see him watching her, and a piece of her smile returns.
“Would you… would you like to hold him?”
It All Starts With a Dance 