Emma Swan is a dedicated FBI agent getting over a bad breakup. When she and her
partner, Ruby Lucas, are forced to go undercover as contestants on a reality show, Emma
is forced to try and win the affections of Killian Jones, a man she despises.
Killian Jones is a lost boy. Having recently been nicknamed the ‘Bad Boy of Boston,’ he’s
been living up to his moniker using women and rum to avoid dealing with his dark past.
When he’s forced to take the lead in a reality show, he encounters a gorgeous blonde who
turns his world upside down.
Miss Congeniality meets The Bachelor
Rated: M for language, violence, and smut.
The network had been after him for years to participate in one of their highest ranked reality
shows and Killian Jones was at his wits end with the constant begging and pleading. It didn’t help
that his manager, Regina Mills, was as cutthroat as they come, insisting that it would be good for
his image, regardless of how he felt about the idea.
His reputation had taken a beating in the newspapers. His once squeaky-clean image had been
sullied, his heart shattered, and his self-loathing at an all time high. He had fallen head first into the
rum, then straight into the eye of a destructive hurricane, sleeping with groupies, trashing hotel
rooms, and starting bar fights.
Regina was sick of it, and insistent that he do something about it, but he refused. The first time she
presented him with the idea, he laughed at her incredulously, brushing off the idea as a joke. The
second time he told her he wasn’t interested in buying the cow when the women were happily
leaving gallons of free milk at his front door, his words dripping with innuendo. The third time she
mentioned it, Killian threw her out of his penthouse.
He followed suit not long after leaving to join his best mates at a bar down the street from his
place.
The Rusty Anchor wasn’t exactly a place that a man would go to find a lady of substance, but
then again Killian Jones wasn’t looking for anything more than a one night stand, and Boston
was full of cheap thrills. When he walked into the bar, his eyes immediately scanned the room
searching for his next conquest. His plan consisted of one or two obligatory drinks with Robin
Locksley and Will Scarlett for Robin’s birthday, and then he would steal away for the night with
his latest plunder.
English Literature PhD student Emma Swan just needs money to pay for her last semester of grad school tuition. Killian Jones has always dreamed of opening a bookshop but has never been able to afford it. So when the small principality of Misthaven is looking for their lost princess, the pair decide that this might just be the perfect money making scheme.
A Multi-chapter Modern Day + Lost Princess (think Rapunzel/Anastasia-esque) + Book Lovers in a Coffee Shop AU
When Killian arrives in New York to find Emma Swan with her memories of fairytales and Storybrooke intact, he doesn’t realize his life is about to change forever – that is, until Emma introduces him to his daughter. (Roses in December companion piece)
A/N: Happy Birthday, @katie-dub! I have been so blessed to have gotten to know you over the course of being in fandom together. You are an exceptional woman: smart, funny, caring, and talented. So, of course, you got me to do something I never thought I’d do: write a companion to Roses in December from Killian’s POV. I do so hope you enjoy. And for all you readers, this aligns with the second chapter of RiD.
He tells her not a day goes by when he won’t think of her, and by the gods, he means it.
Killian’s thoughts are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. All-consuming. Dangerous. Whenever he sees a flash of blonde hair, for a second Killian believes it is her. Red will forever be associated with visions of her jacket and the flush of her cheeks. She invades his dreams. She’s a siren, one he would easily submit himself to his doom just to be closer to her.
He can’t be. Damn the curses. Damn the barriers between the worlds.
He plays the precious few memories he has with her in his head. Beanstalks and jungles, her lips moving against his own and fingers questing under clothes. “One-time thing,” that’s what she’d told him the first time, the second time. He has to believe it means something, the repetition of broken vows. She kissed him once, and then again, and she drove away with a whisper of “Good,” and Killian’s world has felt off-kilter since.
(Lies. It’s been off-kilter ever since she pulled him from the pile of bodies. He just hadn’t realized it then.)
She has no memory of him. He can’t get her out of his head, but he’s nothing to her. All of the people she loves, those he ran away from the moment he could, are nothing to her. Probably for the best, because Killian knows all too well the pain of being separated from loved ones (loved one, because he accepts now that he might actually love her), and wouldn’t wish that torment on her. Yes, it’s better she not remember him or her parents when there’s no hope of ever reuniting.
But then there’s a message and a curse he’s able to outrun, and a magic bean he’s able to barter for, and Killian Jones finds himself in a foreign land standing outside the door of the woman her loves. And when he knocks and she opens the door, he’s blown away not just by her beauty – gods, she’s beautiful – but also by the whisper of his name on her lips and the realization that Emma Swan remembers.
For the first time in a year, Killian Jones allows himself to hope.
Emma Swan is only doing this for one reason, well, make that two. To get her show’s numbers back up and, maybe, impress her son. She doesn’t like admitting to that second one though.
Killian Jones is doing this for absolutely, positively, just one reason. To expand his restaurant. And maybe get Regina off his back. So that’s kind of two reasons.
Neither one of them is doing a year-long Food Network all-star competition because they’re celebrity chefs and there’s not really any other choice. Of course not. And neither one of them is enjoying it because they maybe, kind of, sort of enjoy each other. That would be insane.
Killian’s not sure why he agreed to this. Well, no, that’s not true. He does. Because Henry asked. And, well, maybe they’re some kind of family now.
Emma’s not sure why she hasn’t said anything. Well, no, that’s not true. She does. Because she’s not supposed to. And, well, things were pretty good already.
Or: A quasi Out of the Frying Pan sequel with soccer.
Emma has a plan. Or, rather, a schedule. And she’s not following either. Not for lack of trying, but before she can get to either one she has to contend with mandatory couple costumes and her kid tucked away in some corner and avoiding pumpkin at all costs.
Killian has a plan. Or, at least, part of a plan. And a list that seems to grow every single day. But before he can get to either one he has to stand under bright lights and ignore how much foundation Henry’s wearing and refuse to bake with pumpkin.
Or: A Halloween!Out of the Frying Pan almost sequel
In the spirit of the OUAT Fandom Crescendo, here are some more words of mine. This story came from a Cutthroat Kitchen marathon and two competitors being tied together while they cooked and I literally turned to my husband, said, this is a fic and he said write it. So, I did. It is the running joke in our house that this story got any hits at all because I cannot cook. Like. At all. I did more research for this story and the recipes in this story than literally anything else (except maybe AngstFest2k17, but husband was my No. 1 source on that one) and I can’t thank you guys enough for reading this and enjoying the banter and the food and the kissing in hallways. @distant-rose made the banner because she’s fantastic.
Ouat may be over but the stories about our favorite couple are here to keep us company. So here is some wonderful fics featuring Emma or Killian as actors. I love reading cs as actors I hope you do as well. Hope you enjoy! 🎥 🎬 🎞️
If you are intrested you can find my other lists here.
AU: He’s the charming, out of control frontman of one of the most successful bands in the world. She’s a hard-working rising actress. Sometimes it’s hard to find out what’s real and what’s make-believe when fame’s in the game.
Heartthrob Killian Jones and Hollywood’s ice queen Emma Swan are chasing their dreams, hating each other since before their first meeting and thinking they will just have to tolerate the other while the shooting of their latest movie lasts. But there’s some fine print on their contracts and it seems that they don’t know quite what they have signed up for, both on and off set.
When a chance encounter with a blue-eyed mystery man on an ill-fated flight turns Emma Nolan’s life upside down, she has a choice to make: Continue with her arranged marriage to Senator Gold’s son to save her parent’s company, or turn her back on everything she’s ever worked towards for a chance at happiness.
Emma goes to Ireland to help her foster brother August on a movie set. She meets the dashing lead actor, Killian Jones, and her life will never be the same. Can she get rid of those walls and let someone in?
Killian Jones is one drunken mistake from never setting foot on a movie set again. Enter Emma Swan, the woman his manager has paid to pretend to date him and clean up his image. It seems straightforward enough…but there’s always trouble with faking it.
Emma Swan is struggling as an actress. All seems lost until she manages to swing a spot on Kings and Queens, the most popular Medieval TV Show of all time. But here’s the catch: Emma hates being in love, and acting it is proving more tricky than she first thought. Her whole world is about to change, especially working alongside her new and mysterious co-star Killian Jones.
They’ve only spent one week together. Ten years ago. But when they meet again, nothing has changed. Will their pasts and their fame allow them to have a future together? Rock star / Actress A.
Killian Jones is an actor. A hot actor. A hot, famous actor. A hot, famous, drunken actor. His reputation is in ruins and they’re running out of options to turn the public’s view on him around. Enter Emma Swan. The actress who’s agreed to date him to help correct his image. But what happens when two people meet and realise that they’re just as broken as the other.
CS rockstar/actress AU. Killian Jones, lead singer of the band Crimson Flag, has been burned in the past by love and turned his heartbreak into a hit album, Hook. But with his new single, I Still Do, he’s ready to proclaim to the world that he still believes in love. All he needs is an actress to appear in the song’s music video and he has just the one in mind – TV star Emma Swan.
Emma Swan, Bailbondperson and mother extraordinaire gets hired to act as body guard after she is approached by an agent. The only problems? She is supposed to accompany her charge out of the country, her charge is an actor, and that actor is Killian Jones, a man she has loathed since she met him.
Emma was twenty-six when she could finally see colors, after she had lost faith in it ever happening to her. She just wasn’t quite expecting it to be him. AU where you only see black and white until you meet your soulmate.
Emma Nolan wrote a new song and she has to do a music video for it. Her biggest problem is that she needs a man to appear with her in the video and she can’t find the right one.
Co-Star AU. Emma Swan is the star of the hottest show on TV, The Analyser. She’s professional, polished, poised… But there is something about that damn Killian Jones that gets right under her skin.
Emma and Killian work together as actors in a troupe. Emma doesn’t trust him though – he’s new, and he won’t say why he left his last troupe. With August’s new play, not only does Emma have to act civil around Killian – she has to play madly in love with him. Of course.
Captain Swan modern celebrity!AU: Emma is a famous actress, Killian is the (not famous) guy she just started dating. Because of Emma’s fame, the press is making things difficult, but Killian finds an unexpected way of reassuring Emma that he isn’t going anywhere.
Emma and Killian have been together for the past ten years. Suddenly, Emma wins the role of a lifetime on a new TV show, which sends her across the country. Can their relationship survive the distance?
Emma Swan and Killian Jones are the stars of the hit TV show “The Pirate and the Princess” and their incredible chemistry has helped make their fictional couple wildly popular. For the sake of the show, they’ve managed to bury their attraction and feelings for each other. But when they attend Comic Con together, those long suppressed feelings and attraction bubble to the surface.
This is something I made to accompany @hollyethecurious ‘ fic as she wrote it for the awesome @cssns and before the wonderful @flipperbrain out arted me with her Wolf-Killian ❤ ❤ Sometimes you just gotta listen to the muse as she whispers in your ear, and you are reading smutty werewolf fics 😉
Summary: Killian is the charismatic lead singer of a band known for making weddings unforgettable. That is, until his own wedding is cancelled and he vows to never sing at another one. Years later, he meets Emma, a bartender at the event hall and woman planning her own nuptials. But in the process of helping her plan her own wedding, he discovers that he does still have the capability to feel again, and it all starts with the way that Emma smiles at him. Of course this would be his luck.
Rating: E (sexual situations, mentions of character death)
Word Count: 10,941
A/N: Okay so a million fucking years ago (AU Week 2016), I took a prompt that @timeless-love-story had given me and started a fic with the same premise of the wedding singer. I said it would be posted in three parts. I lied… I was originally going to break it up, but instead, I’m posting the whole thing as one go. It went from a modest T rating to very much…not. So again, with gusto, thank you @timeless-love-story for the string removal, and the awesome that you always bring to my dash. And thank you to @captainstudmuffin for her beta duties, and friend duties. I hope you all enjoy this! I’m so relieved to finally have something FINISHED! Note: I’m sorry if the format is doing dumb things. Thanks, Tumblr.
In a small town, being in a band willing to play for any events that are booked at the local reception hall is kind of a big deal, if you ask Killian. Especially when word of mouth marks you as the best reception band in a fifty-mile radius. This fact keeps Killian and his band, The Buccaneers, pretty busy through the year.
That’s not to say it’s his only gig, though. Most of his weeks are spent giving music lessons to various residents of Storybrooke. From the very young to the very old; from voice lessons to guitar, Killian spends his afternoons in half hour appointments hoping that someone has practiced their given instrument throughout the week.
The bad part of being the reigning house band is that when it comes to planning his own wedding, he can’t bring himself to hire anyone else to play the reception.
“You can’t sing at your own wedding.” Robin tells him one night as they’re tearing down.
“Who says?” is Killian’s first response. “Listen, I’m not going to book another band and let them get even a corner of the market we have here. If they want shows, they need to work their way up like we have. Besides, maybe it’ll be charming, me popping up here to sing every couple songs.” He can feel his expression going dreamy. “Serenade my new wife.”
“Whatever you say, mate,” Robin says, shaking his head as they pack away the last of the instruments.
There’s a reason they’re so good. Killian is the ultimate champion of love. He’s there to give the exact right vibe to the entire hall, to get them dancing, to make them happy, to make them seem like anything beyond the walls is unimportant. With good music, dancing, the right lighting, and the right amount of drinks being poured, wedding receptions are always his favorite.
It also helps that he’s been doing this since he got out of high school. A strange twist of fate brought him to Storybrooke shortly after that, and for the last ten years he’s happily settled into his niche. Somewhere along the road, he met Milah, and knew immediately that while she was a little older, a little restless after a touchy divorce and a son left behind, he wanted her to be his wife.
As the time passes, and his happy day gets closer, Killian can only push forward and anticipate that day that he firmly believes will be the best of his life.
Just a month before, however, Milah’s car loses control on a sharp turn. He’s at work when he gets the call, pulled just halfway from yet another reception and given the news that he’ll won’t be seeing his own.
Killian had not been pleased when one of the bags of newly purchased flour tore open while being loaded onto the Jolly and a gust of wind carried it everywhere in a billowing white cloud all over the deck that powdered both Mr. Smee right in the face and himself in the back of the head, his dark hair taking on a grey cast while he swore and raked his fingers through the strands in a vain attempt to shake the flour out.
“Bloody hell!”
Emma noticed the rest of the crew all trying their best to smother their mirth, muffling laughter in their sleeves and ducking their heads while their captain glared and ordered for the deck to be swabbed clean, muttering that he’d take the cost of the flour out of the merchant’s hide.
“The sea is a harsh mistress, Captain. She’s aged you before your time.”
Doyle’s proclamation was uttered with grave solemnity that made Killian’s lips twitch while Smee let out a loud guffaw that quickly turned into a wracking cough. Emma pulled a handkerchief and handed it to him without breaking stride while Doyle pounded him on the back, setting her parasol back on her shoulder to look up at her pirate lover in his new, silver-flecked glory.
His smile went suddenly tremulous, uncertain, while she perused him and the crew all fell silent behind her, even Smee stopped his rather violent hacking for a moment. She brushed a smudge of flour off his waistcoat and rested her hand on his chest.
“Had some of the handsome knocked out of me, I’m afraid.”
“That’s not possible.”
In truth, the grey hair lent him a rather distinguished air that did not detract from his good looks in the slightest, and there was a flutter in her belly and a blush on her cheeks that only deepened at the thought of his head against her breast and that mouth trailing along her skin when they were alone.
(and later that night the water that was heated for the captain to wash his hair cooled unused in the bath while he did just that, head dipping between her thighs and soft hair slipping through Emma’s fingers in a swirl of inky black and silvery white)
After Killian left, Emma went through the motions of her evening, going so far as to get into bed when it was bedtime. As if she would be able to sleep. By the time morning came, she’d slept fitfully for a few minutes here and there, reliving the argument over and over, trying in her half-dream state to make it go differently. To make it so Killian wouldn’t leave. To make it so that she hadn’t driven him away.
When dawn broke, she was staring at the ceiling, wondering where she’d failed him.
“Where’s Dad?” Maureen asked when she stomped downstairs in her ever-present hoodie and school uniform.
for @bleebug who told me, after I joked about having too many things to write, “here’s your reason for writing it: I want to read it”
pegging/showerhead smut 2018, vote for me
It’s not his fault she’d pounced on him directly after his shower, practically shredding the towel from his body and dropping to her knees in front of him to suck him off. It’s not his fault she made those delectable mewling noises when he hauled her up and seated her on the vanity. It’s definitely not his fault that her body fits so snugly around his or that her heels dig so neatly into the small of his back.
It may be his fault that the soap dish was knocked into the sink, or that he’s happily going deaf from the way she’s screaming his name into his ear.
It All Starts With a Dance 