It’s 3 am. I can’t sleep. Captain Swan happened. Here. Have some smut. Not edited at all. Might be incoherent. Am sleep deprived.
“So,” he says, suddenly shy.
“So,” she repeats back, feeling the same.
He watches her and she watches the floor, hands shoved in the back pockets of her jeans, body angled away from him. She’s keeping a secret and he knows it. She waits for him to question her, but it’s either been too long a day or not long enough, because he does nothing more than watch her.
waves the ‘team hasn’t banged yet’ flag. but they’ve wanted to – they really really wanted to.
so maybe the conditions don’t have to be just perfect for you and your true love to get it right. even thought perfect’s not the reason they’ve been waiting.
(includes spoilers from that 6.01 sneak peek that csers on the moon, mars, and beyond have seen by now, i hope.)
NEVERLAND.
Lost boys, poisoned arrows, vicious mermaids trying to kill you before you even stepped foot on the island? Emma figured she had been prepared for whatever danger Neverland would throw at her.
Physically? Perhaps not all the time.
Mentally? See above for the answer.
The minute she dove into the waters, the minute she almost drowned to stop her parents and Regina and Hook from fighting, she knew she was prepared to do whatever it takes, ready to face whatever challenge this island has for her head on, if it meant saving Henry.
After all, getting him home safe is all that matters.
She isn’t ready for one of those challenges to be Captain Hook, of all people, and controlling the urge to pin him against the nearest tree next time they find themselves alone.
She shouldn’t kiss him. She should’ve just said thank you, ignored the way he tapped on those stupid lips of his, and carried on with her day.
(Night? It’s hard to tell sometimes in this place.)
But she was curious and sometimes curiosity got the best of her. She wished it wasn’t here, of all places, where her only thought, her only focus should be on getting her son back from Pan and not split with Hook and that kiss.
Additional Killian
enjoys taking Emma with her clothes on kink because I AM WEAK and honestly
there is nothing hotter to me than a man who is too desperate to even remove
everything properly.
There’s something delectable about the way her underwear
pulls tight between her splayed thighs, the little scrap of lace held neatly in
place when he uses his hook to slip them just above her knees. He keeps them
there, thumb rubbing over the heat of her skin to the bunched material and back
again, tilting his head as he contemplates her.
She huffs in impatience, hands tugging at the sides of his
open shirt. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Why?” He noses at the line of freckles between her breasts,
smiling into her skin when he feels the rapid beat of her heart. “Because I
prefer to take you this way?”
Rating: Mature Pairing: Captain Swan Summary: After dealing with the latest drama to befall Storybrooke, Killian and Emma finally make it back to their house and readdress the issue of the red leather jacket. Tags: Fluff and smut, Emma’s red leather jacket Find it: AO3 Words: ~1300 Notes: So yes, I was inspired by the S6 sneak peek released yesterday, with all the kissing and Killian’s red leather jacket kink. This is my first (partial) CS smut, so I hope it’s at least somewhat decent. 😉
Unbeta’d.
It’s hours until the latest drama in Storybrooke calms down enough for them to escape back to their house. It’s their house now, of course, the pronoun assigned hastily, without second thought.
Killian busies himself in the kitchen, preparing some drinks before bed. Emma’s upstairs in the shower, having declared herself too ‘sweaty and gross’ for any evening activities.
The words had been said with a smirk and an eyebrow raise, and Killian had tried his hardest to convince her that a little dirt and sweat never caused anyone any harm. She’d blushed at this, the carefree smile shining on her face almost enough to destroy his last remaining willpower, to just pull her to him and continue the rather delightful activities they’d begun earlier in the day.
Summary:
Emma’s visit to her friends in Ireland becomes more than just a vacation
when she meets a handsome man in the woods. A handsome man who turns
out to me an immortal fae—and helps reveal some truths about herself. (Title from a poem by W. B. Yeats)
A/N: Ahh it’s the last chapter!!!! This has been a lot of fun to work on, so thank you so much to everyone who has left a comment/flailed in tags—it means so much! Thank you again to MFAMB @kat2609 and the Abed to my Troy @shipsxahoy for beta’ing!!!!
Also, a special birthday shoutout to @phiralovesloki: dedicating this one to you!!! I hope you have an absolutely beautiful day!! (everyone else: check out her fics! They’re FANTASTIC!)
He gulped. “Your ears…They weren’t…pointed last night, were they?”
She was taken aback. “Uh, no.” Her ears were perfectly round, thank you very much. To verify that, she reached up to trace the shell of her lobes.
What the hell? Where normally they would curve back down, they made a point, the same as Killian’s. She sat up as panic set in and started tracing her birthmark with her thumb, hoping it would calm her. How do my ears just randomly change shape?
He followed her up shortly, still with a confused look on his face. “Don’t freak out…” Well, that’s not a good way to keep me calm. “…But…you have wings, now, too.”
au. It’s like they can’t help it, they are drawn to each other like moths to the flame and she knows that she’ll only get burned if she doesn’t stay away but she can’t find it in herself to care. captain wench.
So basically a little over a year ago I uploaded Part Five of this story and there was a lot going on in my life and I kind of lost interest in Once and it just didn’t sit right with me to keep on writing something that my heart wasn’t in. So I left it unfinished. That is until now…
I found the document on my desktop and read all of it and I kept wondering why I didn’t finish because I had the last chapter outlined and then I just started writing and here we are.
This is the end, thank you for sticking with me until now, I hope you enjoy.)
part six.
She can
practically feel him enter the
tavern. It’s like one moment everything is as it has been for the last two and
a half weeks and then, suddenly, he is there; a presence that fills the room
and sort of lights it up and her back straightens, her hand stops mid-air, the
mug in it stopping on its way down to the wooden platter and she barely stops
herself from spinning around in time.
Slowly she looks
up and meets the eyes of the girl behind the bar, who, of course, noticed her
straightening up. There is little that Ruby doesn’t notice. A smile slowly
forms on her pretty lips and her gaze wanders around the room, searching for
the reason behind Emma’s sudden standstill.
Summary: Emma Swan leads a quiet, solitary life, that is until a tragedy saddles her with three recently displaced orphans. Three recently displaced orphans who make quick work of discovering one of the reasons for her solitude and threaten to confirm the rumors swirling around town about her, unless she can do something to help them, something that will require the assistance of mysterious Professor.
Notes: A birthday gift for the wonderful @phiralovesloki though I’m having so much fun writing it it’s really a gift to me, which is typical of her I think. I hope your birthday is filled with magic and lots of cake, you deserve tons of both. You are a bright spot in this fandom and I absolutely adore you.
Though knowledge of neither is required, loosely based on a dream she had and influenced by the Disney movie Bedknobs and Broomsticks which was the first thing I thought of.
And finally my love and thanks to my instrumental wifey @caprelloidea for making this better and generally being the best person in the world.
The little yellow bug puttered to a stop in
front of him, the engine dying with one final shudder and a startling, but not
wholly unexpected, bang. The poor, unfortunately colored thing had been on its
last legs for years now, yet she refused to let it go, a ridiculous vehicle for
a very serious woman. The serious woman in question eyed him warily as she got
out, one hand resting on the top of the door.
“How are they?” Emma asked, her eyes flicking to
the glass doors of the station, as if trying to catch a glimpse that could
answer her question before she actually had to face them in person.
“A bit shaken up no doubt, but the good doctor
cleared them. No signs of injury. Which is good news,” Graham rocked back on
his heels. “Some of the sisters weren’t so lucky. Burnt pretty bad from what I
hear.”
Emma slammed the door of the bug closed with
perhaps a bit more force than necessary, equal parts frustrated by the situation
and afraid of it.
“And the home?”
He made a sympathetic clicking noise with his
mouth as he reached around her to get the door.
“A smoking pile of rock by this point.”
“Damnit,” Emma took a deep breath, stepping over
the threshold into the dim lobby beyond.
She had hoped that there was still some part of
it that was salvageable. The fire department had been battling valiantly
when she’d been called to another scene, Graham offering to stay behind. It was
after hours now, the only light peeking out from the office in the back, the
rest of the station shut down for the night.
“And you’re positive no one else can take
them in?” Emma asked desperately, one final plea for good measure. They had
been over this hours ago, a stilted discussion across the walkies, but it
didn’t hurt to check.
waves the ‘team hasn’t banged yet’ flag. but they’ve wanted to – they really really wanted to.
so maybe the conditions don’t have to be just perfect for you and your true love to get it right. even thought perfect’s not the reason they’ve been waiting.
(includes spoilers from that 6.01 sneak peek that csers on the moon, mars, and beyond have seen by now, i hope.)
NEVERLAND.
Lost boys, poisoned arrows, vicious mermaids trying to kill you before you even stepped foot on the island? Emma figured she had been prepared for whatever danger Neverland would throw at her.
Physically? Perhaps not all the time.
Mentally? See above for the answer.
The minute she dove into the waters, the minute she almost drowned to stop her parents and Regina and Hook from fighting, she knew she was prepared to do whatever it takes, ready to face whatever challenge this island has for her head on, if it meant saving Henry.
After all, getting him home safe is all that matters.
She isn’t ready for one of those challenges to be Captain Hook, of all people, and controlling the urge to pin him against the nearest tree next time they find themselves alone.
She shouldn’t kiss him. She should’ve just said thank you, ignored the way he tapped on those stupid lips of his, and carried on with her day.
(Night? It’s hard to tell sometimes in this place.)
But she was curious and sometimes curiosity got the best of her. She wished it wasn’t here, of all places, where her only thought, her only focus should be on getting her son back from Pan and not split with Hook and that kiss.
Rating: Mature Pairing: Captain Swan Summary: After dealing with the latest drama to befall Storybrooke, Killian and Emma finally make it back to their house and readdress the issue of the red leather jacket. Tags: Fluff and smut, Emma’s red leather jacket Find it: AO3 Words: ~1300 Notes: So yes, I was inspired by the S6 sneak peek released yesterday, with all the kissing and Killian’s red leather jacket kink. This is my first (partial) CS smut, so I hope it’s at least somewhat decent. 😉
Unbeta’d.
It’s hours until the latest drama in Storybrooke calms down enough for them to escape back to their house. It’s their house now, of course, the pronoun assigned hastily, without second thought.
Killian busies himself in the kitchen, preparing some drinks before bed. Emma’s upstairs in the shower, having declared herself too ‘sweaty and gross’ for any evening activities.
The words had been said with a smirk and an eyebrow raise, and Killian had tried his hardest to convince her that a little dirt and sweat never caused anyone any harm. She’d blushed at this, the carefree smile shining on her face almost enough to destroy his last remaining willpower, to just pull her to him and continue the rather delightful activities they’d begun earlier in the day.
She was wearing the red leather jacket the first time he saw her. Sun in her hair and suspicion on her face as she folded her elbows on the table and dropped her voice down low, “I’m going to let you in on a secret…”
He watched her retreat in the giant’s lair with disbelief in his heart and her name a snarl on his lips, “Swan!” Vision gone as red as her jacket in his rage, and he saw the way her shoulders hunched forward under the leather as he rattled his chains and swore his vengeance on another.
On her back, jacket pressed to the dirt with his sword at her throat and his victory assured…but with a twinge of regret for that moment of what might have been, a fleeting glimpse of something more that haunts him all the way back to Neverland.
Cool and soft under his cheek, when his lifeblood drained and the darkness was vanquished from her eyes, it was the last thing he felt as his knees gave out and his head lolled against her shoulder before death claimed him at long last with icy fingers and the devil’s own smile.
A flash of red before his soul was consigned to the deep, and salvation he didn’t deserve from the woman who followed him into the bowels of Hell itself and rended her own heart in two to fill his empty chest with life again.
He likes the red leather jacket very much, just as he likes the way the charms on his necklace nestle in the hollow of her throat as he dips his head to hers and she smiles against his lips, her laugh as light and bubbly as champagne. He likes slipping his hand underneath it and seeking out more of Emma Swan’s many secrets….
It All Starts With a Dance 