Your rival pirates smut was so hott *_* can i ask for a prompt cs tryna be quiet while having sex in the loft while snowing is there and cs possibly drunk? Lol pleasee
Almost four months later, thank you!! (referenced fic) Here’s some silly, sloppy sex.
Trying to walk up the stairs feels more like walking the deck of his ship during a storm. His foot slips on one of the steps and they both erupt into giggles, furiously shushing each other even as they stumble up to the landing in front of her parents’ front door.
Emma sighs happily as Killian’s lips meet hers – he tastes like rum and smells like the inside of the smoky bar they’ve just left and she’s pretty positive she’s no better; but honestly it’s the best, most comfortable smell in the world because it’s underlaid by the soap Granny provides at the inn and Killian’s own musky scent and Emma just wants to tuck herself up against him and smell him forever.
She must be drunk, because normal people don’t think about smelling their boyfriend forever.
So I just happened to be looking at some prompts... And this one jumped out at me; You’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry. (Of course only if it calls to you!) <3
so I don’t know what this is honestly or if it’s any good but here ya go! college au, and late night baking adventures.
a piercing headache blooming behind her eyes and she’s sure if her stomach
growls any louder, she’s going to wake up the whole floor. She lets out a grunt
and attempts not to focus on the shitshow of a day she’s had. It’s easier said
than done when the way she can’t quit gritting her teeth is a stark reminder of
that very thing.
her room and makes a beeline for the kitchen in the hope that she might be able
to scavenge something out of her quickly diminishing supplies. The fact that Walsh
hadn’t even offered her something to eat while she practically did 80% of the
work on their project only has her curling her hands into fists. Ingrid always
did joke that she should have enrolled Emma into anger management classes early
on. Maybe her mother wasn’t too far off.
heavily when she reaches the door, the sound of a cupboard shutting loudly
making her reevaluate going in there. She doesn’t want to have to deal with
anymore people, her patience this close to snapping, but she’s sure she has a
PopTart in the cupboard somewhere and she
really wants it after the day she’s had to live through.
The guy in
the kitchen is bent halfway to the floor when she sees him, his hand reaching
for something he’s dropped. She also sees the mess; bowls and dirty spoons and
flour dusting the countertops.
hell?” It drops from her lips unbidden, and by the way he straightens up and
winces, she thinks it might have come off harsher than intended.
I thinking I’m just going to
move these recs to Mondays…although I’m not changing the name lol! It is so much
easier for me to put together the lists Mondays tho, so I don’t know, let me
think about it some more, but we may just start getting these on Mondays from
now on :)
This week was definitely more of a writing week than a
reading week for me, but still, the few gems I did have time to read, are that,
gems! I loved them so very much! Hope
y’all take the time to read, comment, like, leave kudos, all of the above!!
CS modern au with the most generous side of bed sharing —I don’t need to
say more, do I? No, but in all seriousness, this is one of the loveliest pieces of writing
I’ve read! I loved so much about this! How aware Emma was from the start about what time spent with Killian outside their normal routine would mean —oh yeah,
because these two get stuck at the airport after their flight home gets
cancelled! This is rated a big ole M for sexy times, but I need to stress how
heartfelt this smut is. Like, feelings galore —I wanted to cry! So perfect!
Oh man, this is angsty so beware! It’s also incredible tho and SO moving!
It’s a bit of a modern au of sorts and
you just go through the motions with Emma. Imagine Killian Jones disappearing from
her life one day with no such thing as a warning? Imagine that and try not to cry and feel for Emma! This story got to me, it’s so painful at
times! Prepare your heart beforehand
Oh this one is SO good! Coffee shop au of sorts! I LOVE IT! I’m such a
sucker for well-written tropes! I loved loved loved this one! It’s too a bit dark-ish
and quite sad at times, but you just gotta feel for this Killian and Emma! Emma
makes such a big difference in his life, and the ending has got to be my
favorite bit! So good! so sweet and moving!
F.R.I.E.N.D.S au!! It’s Emma’s birthday and she’s having a lovely time
with her friends. Of course someone is
missing, but it’s not by choice, and of course he hasn’t actually forgotten about her
birthday. It’s so adorable, and sweet! I always love fics that give Emma people —I love it when she’s loved and
simply has peeps around her that care for her. I just love that, and we get
that here, so that’s a humongous plus for me! AND then there’s Captain Swan,
and they are just the sweetest cookies in this one! such a lovely lil fic!!
AH! I loved this one! Emma and Killian have been dating for a bit, and
things are going well, but then all of sudden Emma changes and she’s sort of
distant. Killian, perceptive cutie he is, senses something is up, and confronts
Emma about it. It’s a bit of an awesome rollercoaster —we go from fearing the worst, to the sweetest
confessions, to sexy times! Great read!
Oh, this is such a feels packed one shot! I loved it so much! cs au
scenario, cops au. Emma and Killian have been separated because of an
undercover operation Emma has to deal with. Killian is told not to wait for
her, and move on, but, well, this is Captain Swan we are talking about. Easier
said than done, naturally. The journey is painful, and raw, and real, and I
want to cry just picturing it, but I’ll tell ya it ends in the sweetest note
worth all the angst! loved it!
Fake dating au!! This is super cute and awesome!! Killian Jones is so
helpless when it comes to Emma asking him to do something —so of course when
she entices him into going to this cake testing affair with her, well, he can’t
just say no, can he? (NO, he can’t!) this is so perfect! it got me smiling from
ear to ear the whole time!! I loved it! Y’all should read it if you haven’t
Oh, another fake dating AU!
This one is just perfection as well! Emma happens to have one those families —the kind that can’t comprehend
the idea of one of their own being single
and are always asking those very uncomfortable questions at get-togethers… —you
get the idea, huh? –So…in a bit of a drunken impulse, Emma ends up putting out
an ad to get herself a fake date to take to her fam’s Christmas party. I’ll let
ya guess who’s this someone she’s
going to find —hint hint, he’s PRECIOUS and possess eyes like the sea!! lol! I
LOVED this story! it’s extremely well written and these two are just so
relatable and lovely here!
This is a great one! Modern au! You get to see these two meeting for the first time in this one
shot! I loved that! and what a way to get to know each other! Emma is the very
badass we know and love and she’s kicking butts from the get go! I loved a car
conversation these two have! It’s perfect and the confessions that come from
Emma there are just the best! great read! not too long, awesome writing style!
I just loved it!
Sequel one-shot to can you feel it right now? —this is such an incredible
follow up to this story!! We find the cuties six months post CYFIRN and life is
good —too good perhaps! there are so many
sweet fluffy family moments here! We manage to see a little glimpse of
almost everybody which is such a nice little nugget of awesome! Of course there’s
a bit of conflict (thanks to that someone that rhymes with bagel lol) but not
even that small setback can put a stop to the fluffiness! I loved it! I loved
this version of Captain Swan, baby Henry, their whole dynamic is just the
sweetest thing ever! I could read entire novels of this universe! SO GOOD!
Oh, this is short, but a good one. A really good one ;) It’s just a bit of a CS conversation, and it’s intimate
and honest, but also funny, and mostly them.
It’s really short but truly an awesome read!
Fluffy future CS. These two are just lovely lovely SO lovely pieces of
writing! Two one shots full of feels and milestones!
We get the cuties deciding to move in together, baby news, SNUGGLES, ah, so
much cuteness! it’s perfect!! I especially love their voices in this fic! They
feel them and I love that more than
anything!! Such a great read!
- let’s not forget my obligatory weekly plug (lol)
surprise — my fluffyball of the week! Emma realizes she’s pregnant, and
off she goes to find her pirate to tell him the news!
You can read all three parts on AO3
or here on Tumblr Part
1 – Part
2 – Part
3 – we have about 5k words in total, so it isn’t incredibly long! :)
Happy Monday lovelies! I hope you are having a great day and
that your week is a great one! <33
I spent so long on this r i p but anyways !! I never would’ve thought my shiro could reach over 200 followers ;v; I’ve been having a great time in this fandom and I’ve met so many wonderful partners; I really do feel like I’m part of a family being here !! I decided to make a ff to celebrate !!thank you guys for putting up with how slow I am at replies too ;v;
Emma loved to watch him when he was concentrating. His brow furrowed when he was deep in thought, causing his eyebrows to drop down and make it appear as if his eyes had disappeared. To an outsider, he’d probably come across as menacing, but Emma knew he was so deep in thought – he could be trying to solve world hunger or the world’s toughest riddle; either way, she knew when her man was concentrating. His lips would settle into a grim line and his thumb and forefinger would reach up to pinch at his lower lip every now and then. Sometimes the tip of his tongue would peek out to tease the corner of his mouth or moisten his bottom lip before slipping back inside as if it were never there. Emma really loved to watch him when he was concentrating. Emma watched as he suddenly took in a deep breath. His eyes scrunched closed and his head fell back a little. His mouth dropped open slightly and Emma wasn’t sure if he was in pain or about to stifle a yawn. She was about to ask him if he was okay when his upper body suddenly rutted forward and the squeakiest little “ehoo!” escaped his mouth. His body visibly relaxed as he shook his head and his eyes widened a little. He ran his hand down his face before turning back to his book, furrowed brow returning with every word read.
Emma sat there in shock. She’d never seen him sneeze before and it was… it was…. Heck, it was not what she expected. She always figured most men were loud and over dramatic when it came to sneezing, as if their testosterone went up a few levels the louder they were. But Killian – she’d never heard a sneeze that high pitched from a man before. Or seen that face before – or the headshake – and damn it, it was adorable. It was like seeing a newborn sneeze for the first time. It was nothing like a fully-grown man sneezing. And considering how over dramatic her boyfriend could sometimes be, she certainly wouldn’t have expected… that. Killian sneezing was probably the cutest thing she’d ever seen. He must have sensed her open mouthed staring because he was suddenly looking at her with concern. “You alright, love?” Emma shook her surprise off. “Yeah… I just… I’ve never seen you sneeze before.” He gave her a confused smile. “Rather odd observation.” He commented. “You don’t sneeze like a man.” She blurted out, causing him to give her a disapproving look. “I can assure you, Swan. I’m very much a man.” “You’re like a puppy.” She continued to tease. “If this is about my chest hair again-” he sighed, clearly letting her teasing get to him. “Oh shush, you know I love the chest hair.” “And I’ve told you before, you keep referring to me as furry creatures and I’ll get rid of it.” He threatened. “Don’t you dare!” He gave her a devious smirk before turning back to his book. She knew his threat was empty but it still riled her up. She continued to watch him as read, only this time her thoughts were elsewhere… Emma was planning a way to get him to sneeze again, only this time in the company of others. Possibly her mother. Someone else had to witness the cutest sneeze in Storybrooke. She was making it her mission.
Here is my love letter to Last Rites. Is it positive? Ehhhhhh. Ymmv. I think so? Also the penultimate smol thing! Thank you guys for all your love and support while I’ve been whittling away at these. I have read every tag, reblog and reply and I adore you all signifcantly - and to those of you who have had to put up with them on your dashes everyday, thank you for not unfriending me ilu2 <3
It had dawned on her, on one of those long indeterminable days when he was gone, that she didn’t know what his laugh sounded like. Not a real laugh, not one free of pain, or sarcasm. Not a laugh put on to charm or misdirect. Not genuine joy unencumbered by the general stresses and weirdness of their day to day lives.
It’s not even that she’d forgotten, that she’d allowed the haze of her grief to swallow it along with the way his lips felt against hers and the sound his boots made on the deck of the Jolly. Grief hadn’t corrupted her memory of his laugh in the way it had twisted the memory of his hands on her skin (cold, always cold now when she’s sure he’d always been so warm). She simply hadn’t known. Had never known.
That realisation is worse than forgetting could ever be.
It’s on one of the worst days of her life, her hands shaking when they’re relieved of their twin burdens of flask and arrow, that that changes.
At first she can’t quite believe he’s real - appearing in a flash of white light and calling to her from the foot of his own grave like a gothic fantasy come to life - and then she’s running, running with her arms outstretched in fear he could blink out of existence at any moment, and then she collides with him and he’s warm and beautiful and twittering on about something to do with Zeus and she doesn’t care, she doesn’t care, she doesn’t -
She peppers his face with kisses, all the dozens and dozens of kisses she’s regretted never giving him when she thought they had more time, and she wasted, wasted, wasted it all. And he laughs.
He laughs, clear and bell-like. A giggle, if such a thing could be imagined. A pure, desperate happiness that echoes in her own heart and thrums through her veins.
She memorises it, the rise and the fall and the catch of it, and carves a place for it deep within her chest. She won’t forget it now, not ever, and more than that, much, much more than that, she makes it her mission to hear it every day for the rest of their lives.
Request: Hi~ Can you write a super fluffy Kihyun X Reader scenario where you’ve always been the independent type not really looking for love but then Kihyun pops into your life and he slowly steals your heart (by doing the sweetest things for you like unexpectedly bringing you flowers or lunch and leaving sticky notes with positive messages on them all around your apartment and etc.) without you even realizing it. Then after some time you finally go on a date with him. Please and thank you! 😊
Word Count: 5,486
A/N: Here you go anonie! Here’s the novel–I mean–scenario you requested! I hope you like it! My heart swelled while writing this :’)
“No, mom,” you shifted your phone to your other ear, holding it with your shoulder as you carried your textbooks on your way back to your apartment. “For the hundredth time,” you enunciated. “I’m not going.”
“But he’s a really nice guy!,” your mother protested.
She was trying to set you up on a blind date, again, and you weren’t having any of it.
congratulations for your milestone!! Can I have 45 for Captain Charming?
A/N: This is my first prompt, so thank you, @laschatzi, for jumping in on the fun so quickly :) I’ve felt very inspired by this prompt, so it was rather easy to put to paper. I hope you enjoy! (I couldn’t help but throw in a bit of Captain Swan; I don’t think you’ll mind ;).)
If you want to know what the shirt Killian is wearing looks like, check out the first and second outfits of this post ;)
He feels a bit awkward at first. The pattern of his new shirt is definitely not his style - he’s more prone to dark shirts with flower patterns, himself - but Emma had chosen this outfit for him, so not wearing it is not even an option. His heart gives a painful lurch for a moment - he doesn’t even remember the last time he’d received a gift. And this one’s from his Swan, which makes it all the more important to him.
It’s not that he doesn’t like the material - it’s quite soft and, more importantly, it will keep him warm in the cool Maine autumn. But it’s blue, with red stripes, and it’s a much lighter colour than he would have normally chosen for himself.
Sighing, he dons the new wool jacket (also a gift from Emma), takes his set of keys from the counter and heads out. In the end, he reckons it doesn’t matter much what he wears as long as his Swan is happy. And that’s why he’s headed to the station now. He’d promised her to accompany David on patrol today so she could take the rest of the afternoon off and relax in a strange place called “spa”. He hadn’t understood much of her explanation, but apparently it was a place for relaxation. And gods know she needs it more than anything.
He gets to the station in time to see Emma’s bug pull around the curb and he frowns a bit. She should have left half an hour ago, which means something must have happened to delay her. A bit worried, he makes his way inside in a bit of a haste.
who would follow who though if things went sour? who would cave in first? would sorey follow mikleo? or mikleo follow sorey?
Probably the most random question in my inbox, and I don’t know what you were referring to or if you wanted a fic but I’m gonna give it to you anyway as my answer
Let’s call this… ‘No Hesitation’
Everything hurt. Mikleo could barely breathe. It was so overwhelming, the pain, the lack of air, the blindness. He couldn’t see nor hear anything. Mikleo fell to his knees, incapable of enduring the darkness consuming him.
Mikleo opened his eyes and calmed his breathing enough to listen. ‘Lailah…?’ Mikleo asked in his heart, ‘What is she saying…?’
“….break the bond…!”
“..rey.. break..!…away!…from Sorey!”
Mikleo lifted his head and saw someone standing with their backs to him. He recognized the shepherd’s coat despite the difference in its colour. It was no longer white and black, instead it was black and gold. He didn’t need to analyze further to know that it was Sorey.
Lailah’s voice was clearer, “Mikleo! Break the bond from Sorey! Now!”
‘Lailah, why would you ask me to do something like that?’ Mikleo stood up on stronger legs and began making his way to Sorey.
“Mikleo!” Lailah sounded desperate, as though she was begging him just by calling his name.
‘I can’t leave him, Lailah. I will never do such a thing.’ Mikleo reached out to Sorey’s figure, noticing the changes of his own sleeve. Mikleo’s own clothes had changed in colour to white and dark blue.
Sorey turned to Mikleo at the mention of his name. He smiled sadly, “You came for me.” And then he lifted one hand with a balled fist, initiating their usual wrist bump.
Mikleo smiled back, “Like I’d leave you alone.” He bumped Sorey’s wrist in midst the darkness and then fell unconscious into Sorey’s arms.
Sorey cradled Mikleo, knowing that malevolence had a great deal of impact on seraphs. But at that moment, Sorey was confident that no matter what happened, Mikleo would always be by his side.
A/N:If Mikleo fell into malevolence, I am guaranteed that Sorey will do whatever it takes to purify him but if it was the other way around, when a shepherd is tainted, he will bring his pact with him and Mikleo…. well he’d definitely stay / follow Sorey if no one convinces him that they can save Sorey.
The Librarian is a Cursed!Killian AU series taking place during the events of Season 1. It is not a traditional multi-chapter and I assume the reader has familiarity with the events of season 1. Installments WERE written out of order but for the next couple chapters I am going to go in chronological order. Chapters can still be read in any order.
This is Part 12 and takes place after Part 11 after episode 1.19 “The Return”
Special thanks to @j-philly-b for being an awesome beta.
As he looked at her James felt happiness. Her green eyes flashed with mischief as she turned and smiled at him. She had done it a hundred times but this time he felt his chest expand and his throat constrict. He loved her. The realization crashed on him like a wave on rocks and he had to steady himself on the railing. He had thought himself incapable of caring again. Her smile fell as she sensed the shift in his mood; she stepped closer. The wind blew her long brown hair into her face and she pushed it back impatiently.
He didn’t speak but pulled her into his arms and kissed her with a hunger he didn’t try to contain. There was no hiding now. He loved her–his Milah. Slowly the ship and the woman in his arms dissolved and James’s eyes opened on his darkened bedroom.
His hand touched his lips. “Milah” he whispered into the stillness and the tattoo on his right arm seemed to pulse in reply. He clung to the memory, to the face of the woman that he loved. His dreams had never brought him anything but pain, anger, and loneliness; he had thought Captain Hook incapable of tender feelings but he had been wrong and now James felt love for this woman he had never met. The thought was followed by a wave of guilt.
He had closed his eyes with his mind full of Emma, her smile before she kissed him at the station, her telling him to forget about destiny, the soft touch of her lips. He had opened his eyes with his mind full of Milah, her laughter, the concern in her eyes, and the hungry slide of her lips. Two lives warred inside his head and they were impossible to reconcile.
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“Are they in there?” Charming pointed to the closed door. “Aye, mate. Four of them I think.” “How’s Emma?” “Knocked out cold. I’ve put her on her bed. I’d have done this myself but… given the way they terrified Emma into passing out… she’s told me before that the ones in this realm are quite dangerous.” “They are.” Charming warned. “Worse than any from back home.” Killian lifted the boot in his hand and pointed to the door. “Shall we?” David nodded; taking a deep breath, he gripped the door handle before throwing it open and stepping in cautiously. Killian followed behind, both eyeing the room with weapons in hand. A dark blur whizzed across the bathroom wall. Killian shot forward and smashed the heel of the boot in hand on the creature against the wall. “One down.” David commented. Killian’s eyes widened as he turned to the prince, seeing another beast slowing rising on the wall. “Behind you!” he cried in warning. David spun with grace, fly swatter in hand, soaring through the air to slam against the enemy waiting behind him. The slap of the plastic weapon echoed through the room. “Only two more to go.” As the words left the pirate’s mouth, a large black mound slowly descended between the two men. It’s legs were splayed out as it dangled between the two; mocking them with its boldness. “Cocky little buggers, aren’t they.” Killian commented. “Get ready.” David ordered. “I’m going to cut its web, and when it falls to the ground, be prepared to stomp.” Killian nodded. Within seconds, the spider was tumbling to the floor and scrambling to get away. Fortunately, Killian was faster and it met its end underneath the sole of his shoe. He gave his foot a twist for good measure. “Only one more.” David sighed. Killian’s sight caught movement by the bathtub. He nodded in the direction of it, alerting Dave to the final beast sitting on top of the bath spout. It was as if it was watching them, waiting for them to make their move. “I got this.” David said with confidence. He moved to the sink, filling a plastic tumbler with hot water before slowly stepping towards the bath. He poured the scolding water over the eight-legged spawn of Satan, watching it drop into the bathtub and disappear down the drain with the hot liquid. David turned the bath tap on and let it run for a couple of extra seconds to make sure the creature was well and truly gone. “I’m gonna check on Emma. Are you alright with getting rid of the bodies?” “On it.” David confirmed.
“Swan? You with me?” Emma groaned as she opened her eyes. She blinked sleepily at him, still fuzzy. “Are they gone? Did you get them?” “Aye, love. They’re gone.” He smiled. “My hero.” She mumbled with a smile, eyes fluttering lazily. “Well technically it was my fault to begin with. You did warn me not to leave the window open at night.” “Hmm… I can punish you later… then thank you straight after.” She flirted. A loud cough came from the doorway to reveal an embarrassed and annoyed David. “Oh crap my dad’s here.” “And he’s leaving just as fast.” David stated. “Thanks Dave. I appreciate it.” “Anytime.” Killian turned back to Emma as David left to see her biting back a grin. “You called my dad to help you kill the spiders?” “There were four of them! And they were rather large. And you said yourself, they’re formidable creatures.” Emma’s giggles echoed through the house, much to Killian’s dismay.