but i really wanted miles to dress up as the pirate

monthly fic rec : june (fics marked with ** are favesfaves4life)

- adore you by isthatyoularry (66k) **

“We invited our new acquaintances from uptown. You’ve simply got to meet their oldest son!” said his mother with a flourish, and suddenly it became abundantly clear as to why his parents had so adamantly demanded he join them in Deansville for the entirety of the summer.

Against his wishes, Harry spends the holidays at his family’s summer estate, and is reluctantly pulled into a courtship he didn’t ask for. Harry doesn’t want to get married, but Louis does. They don’t fit, but then again they really, really do.

Vaguely set in the 1920’s. Headpieces, jazz, fashionable canes, and flapper dresses, and that.

- through eerie chaos by mediawhore (102k) ******* (super uper fave)

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

- the wonderlands by stylinsoncity (150k)

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

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Colour Me Blind

First of my new Soulmate au stories.

Tag list:  @rabidwrestlingfan @wrestlingnoob @anonwriter-lady @somehow-lovable-trash

Warnings: There will be some major angst in this.

Summary: Imagine spending your whole life only seeing in black and white, with various shades of grey thrown in. From a young age you’ve been told that one day you will find someone that will immediately fill your life with colours. What if the person who brings you colour isn’t what you’d hoped for?

Word Count: 3337 (it kinda ran away from me a bit lol)

HARRY HOOK X READER

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Cute Things He Does for You || Preference {Assassin’s Creed}

I am in desperate need of some assassin boys, so this is kinda a New Years present to myself. Do people even do that for New years? Eh, Whatever… and the gifs are being really slow for some reason, so I guess this one won’t have gifs. But that’s ok, I like actually writing stuff out, too. I actually think this is a preference that you have to write it out. It all depends on the preference.

CHARACTERS: Altair Ibn-La’ahad, Ezio Auditore, Edward Kenway, Connor Kenway, Arno Dorian, Jacob Frye, Desmond Miles

PREFERENCE: Cute things he does for you

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Random WIPS!

A short collection of the many works in progress that I currently have! 

The Dragon King

“The Dragon King Festival is upon us,” Lucy says suddenly, gazing out the window, lips twisted into a worried frown, “and it would seem that you have a new challenger, Igneel Dragneel.” Her golden eyes lock with his, Igneel staring back at her, his expression grim and weary. At Lucy’s side, Natsu snarls, baring his fangs as he glares at the wall. Smoke billows from his nose, green eyes narrowed into slits, and Lucy presses her hand to his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. He glances at her, fingers twitching at his sides, but she doesn’t turn away from Igneel. “How much are you willing to risk?” she asks him, more curious than accusing.

Igneel wets his lips, avoiding her sharp gaze. “Everything,” he whispers.

Drive

Natsu sighs through his nose, teeth pulling at the ring in his lip absentmindedly as he focuses on the empty road in front of him, squinting through the darkness broken only be the headlights of his car. It’s a bit unnerving, if he really thinks about it. It’s too dark—too quiet. He hasn’t seen any other cars for miles and miles—not since he headed North out of Hargeon, but that was nearly six hours ago. He’s somewhere near a little town called Magnolia at this point. Rather, he should be. He hasn’t passed a town for nearly two hours now, and Magnolia isn’t showing up on his GPS.

He glances up, checking to make sure he hasn’t accidentally taken a wrong turn at some point during the night, but if he has the GPS has already recalculated his route. His eyes narrow as he rips his gaze from the dim screen, lips curving into a frown. According to the man he met at the port, he should have passed through Magnolia at least a half-hour ago, but he hasn’t seen so much as a road sign for the town for at least an hour. And that was fifty miles ago, if his odometer is right.

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“Our flight got delayed,” Lucy continues stubbornly, almost as if she’s speaking to herself. Natsu watches as she runs a frustrated hand though her hair, teeth pulling at her lower lip. “We’re still in Vegas. Loke gave his cell phone to a random homeless guy and he and Gray are missing. Gajeel’s hung-over and still asleep. We’re really sorry that we can’t make it. There. One fool-proof cover story!”

Natsu shakes his head. “Do you really think that’ll work on Erza?” He watches as  Lucy continues to pace, worrying her lip to the point he’s afraid it might bleed. “Besides, she’ll ask about Jellal, and then what?”

“She’s going to kill me.”

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“You forget your place,” Lucy hisses, rounding on Toma with a snarl. The King takes a startled step backwards, eyes going wide as he stares at his royal magician. “I won you that throne,” she reminds him with a smile that’s all venom and fangs, “and I can just as easily take it away.” Her hands ball into fists, flames wicking at her skin.

He swallows, back straightening, but she can see the nervous flicker in his eyes, his gaze darting to the magic swirling across her skin. “Is that a threat?” he asks lowly, glaring right back at her. Behind him, Hisui stares, wide-eyed, and Arcadios reaches for his sword, a sign that she’s taking things too far.

Snorting, Lucy turns her back on them, lips curling into a snarl. Her heels click across the marble floor, red dress swirling around her ankles, gold shimmering in the light. “Only if it needs to be,” Lucy tells him, just loud enough for them to hear her.

Spriggan (treasure hunter au)

Lucy twists on her heel, glaring at the obnoxious man trailing behind her. “Look,” she snaps, crossing her arms over her chest with a snarl, “if you’re going to stalk me you might want to be a little more discreet about it.” Her foot taps against the ground, unamused, but Natsu only grins back at her, quirking a brow.

“Love,” he calls, crossing the short distance between them in a few easy strides, his chin dipping as he leans into her, breath puffing against her ear, “if I was stalking you, you wouldn’t know a damn thing.” She shivers, Natsu’s breath warm against her throat.

Edelweiss (sky pirate au)

“They say,” Lucy whispers, Natsu caging her against the wall of vines, his fingers curling through her hair, one hand settling on her bare back, “that you’re going to break my heart.” She inhales sharply as he noses her throat, fingers splayed across her spine, his breath fanning across her collarbone.

Natsu grins against her, rough lips dragging up her throat as he settles by her ear. “Not on purpose,” he promises, cradling her to his chest. He runs his fingers through her hair, leaning back to meet her eyes, his gaze soft as he stares down at her.

Lucy laughs. “That’s very reassuring, Captain.”

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“Do you think someone could learn to love a monster, Lucy?” he asks her, fiery gaze cool as he glances at her. His eyes flick between green and gold, his horns towering over his head, shadow monstrous against the wall. The demon flexes his fingers in the darkness, claws glinting in the firelight as he stares at her, head cocked to the right in thought, gaze expectant. His tongue flicks over his lips, revealing his fangs to her.

Lucy stares, lips pressed into a thin line. “No,” she finally decides, closing her book and placing it on the table. His eyes follow her as she stands, no hesitation in her steps as she comes to stand before him, head tilted up to meet his eyes, unflinching. “Not real monsters,” she tells him, Natsu’s eyes widening slightly. “No one can love a real monster, only the mask they wear.”

Untitled #4 (stripper/fashion designer au)

“I’m sorry, Ms. Aquarius,” Lucy responds nervously, eyes wide as she stares at her boss. “I must have heard you wrong, can you please repeat that?” Her voice quivers as she speaks, more so because of her raging boss than what she’s been tasked to do. Though, Lucy is fairly certain she might faint if she’s being told to do what she thinks she’s being told to do. It’s a wonder she hasn’t passed out already.

Aquarius sighs, glaring at her intern ferociously, clearly less than pleased with the conversation. “I said,” she hisses, “that I’m including your designs in the spring show.” Lucy nods, understanding that part. Aquarius watches her carefully, fingers tapping against her desk as she tosses her long, blue hair over her shoulder. “And I’m tasking you with creating a more… risqué collection.”

Yeah, Lucy was afraid she’d say that.

Zugzwang (detective/CI AU)

“Zugzwang,” Lucy says suddenly, rolling the knight between her fingers. She peeks up at his through her lashes, read lips twisting into a frown as she tosses one leg over the other. Finally, she moves, knocking aside his bishop and claiming it for herself.

Natsu frowns back at her, not understanding. “I don’t know what that means,” he murmurs back, glancing between her and the board. She’s winning, she has been since the beginning and she’s only been toying with him for the last few minutes, dancing around his pieces to keep him in the game.

She grins back at him, perfect teeth glinting at him behind her teeth. “It’s a chess term,” she explains, humming as he moves a pawn, brows narrowed in thought. “German,” she explains. “Compulsion to move.” Natsu stills, unsure how to respond, and Lucy only glances up at him, head tilted to the side curiously as she claims the pawn as well. “It’s your move detective,” she says lightly, though he knows she isn’t talking about their game, “and you do have to make a move.”

I dream of Shance

So, as I prepare to marathon Voltron S1+S2 in prep for the Shance BB (and S3), my musings turned towards our lovely boys.  I mean I know there is quite a bit of pining Lance waxing poetics about Shiro’s bulging biceps, shoulders as wide as miles, winged lashes ready to take flight, and big tiddies pectoral muscles you could bounce a quarter off of.  It’s fun to draw/write about Lance wanting to bite Shiro…but consider this…

How fun is just as thirsty and pining Shiro?

Lance is warm and welcoming  His blue eyes and wide smile is just so amazing.  The beautiful tanned skin makes you wonder just how far down his blush goes, if he has a tan line too because you know Lance is a water baby.  He’s built like a swimmer, lean and muscular shoulders.  Imagine Shiro just wanting to touch but just clenching his hands in restraint.

We all head-canon Lance as being bendy and flexible, so seeing Lance stretch and twist into long leggy poses just watching his cute rear wiggle.  It’s maddening, and those deep gouges in the training room wall are in no way from Shiro digging his prosthetic fingers to keep from reaching out…hello downward dog…

Lance’s flirty nature actually does work despite people thinking otherwise.  All the ladies (and a few laddies) giggle because he’s actually sincere in his approach to others.  He’s the type of person that makes you want to notice him, which is why he’s always surrounded by people.  No Shiro is not jealous thank you very much…he’s just protective…and Lance needs to focus on other things(like him.).

Shiro doesn’t know if he should be thankful or not when Lance ran into the main deck in nothing but swimming trunks…not like he can contemplate on it much because quiznaking Zarkon is a D**K.  Oh well, he was really cute in his space pirate outfit…the little round glasses really brought out his eyes.  Shiro may or may not have a Lance dress-up kink.

Gorillaz Members Summed Up

Noodle

Phase 1: smol
Phase 2: emotional and smol
Phase 3: on her period for 4+ years, run the fuck away, pirates start shooting at a cruise ship and she fights back, ends up on a life raft and is stranded, russel finds her and is apparently gigantic. They find murdoc and 2d and russel opens his mouth to reveal noodle, cyborg is shocked and in awh. They fight.
Phase 4: smol and happy adult who likes life and hates worm ghosts. Shes not afraid to shoe her body and has a great time dancing with 2-D at the club

Murdoc

Phase 1: cool and mean friend
Phase 2: sex demon who hits 2d with soda cans
Phase 3: depressed fucker who cries on his spare time and abuses 2d to make him feel better
Phase 4: stopped abuse all together and uses bdsm as a relief. what is reality? I enjoy floating through a space bathtub and getting naked, making my band mates uncomfortable, and being that one guy no one invited to their party but went anyway

2-D

Phase 1: dumb friend who everyone likes, has really bad migraines
Phase 2: timid and anxious, doesn’t know when someone’s gonna hit him. Acts cool to get girls
Phase 3: didnt get girls because of trying to be cool in phase 2, now is stuck on plastic beach with grouchy man who abuses him daily. Knows hes gonna get abused, and just lets it happen most of the time. Very sad and suicidal.
Phase 4: Looks super fucking gay now, has pants that can stretch for miles, has a tendency to go shirtless, very loopy and forgetful, wants to sleep and hug his friends and had a date with a hatstand

Russel

Phase 1: His dead friend Del possesses him and actually enjoys his company. Very tired and when he sleeps del comes out. Del tends to do deals with Noodle and she wins each time. Wore lipstick before, wanted to wear a dress. Probably a closet crossdresser.
Phase 2: cool dude who loves fashion with animals on it. Is seen with a bore, held a dead croc for a picture. He’s still tired and wears a little hat. Had Del exorcized out, had a sad moment and cried during it and hugged del for the last time.
Phase 3: “WHAT THE FUCK MURDOC, HES UP TO NO GOOD I MUST FIND HIM!” *ravages through the dock and jumps into the ocean* oh shit *grows huge* fuck. Finds noodle stranded on a life raft and takes care of her, and continues to search for Murdoc, 2-D and the OTHERS.
Phase 4: JUST LET HIM SLEEP OH MY GOD,  GIVE HIM MORE SCREENTIME AND MORE ARTWORK OF HIM, MAKE HIM RELEVANT PLEASE OH MMMMY GODDDD D D .

Maybe It’s Crazy (Part One)

Summary: (Highschool!AU) Ever since Punk!Peter moved to town, you can’t seem to stop seeing him everywhere. In fact, as his first few weeks at Storybrooke High go by, it almost begins to feel as if he’s following you; he’s always lurking near your locker or hanging right around the corner ready to join you on your walk to your next class. Although you’re initially annoyed by Peter’s profound cockiness, you eventually begin to see that there’s more to the green-eyed boy then you’d thought. However, as time passes and the two of you grow closer, Peter becomes more and more reluctant to share the truth about his past-and all the things he’s hiding in it.

Word Count: 627

Warnings: None

Red’s boots squeaked on the shiny tile floors as the two of you made your way down the hall. She was in the middle of filling you in on a fight she’d had at a party the previous night, and you were trying your best to follow along and project visible interest.

“And so then I said, ‘Woah there, you’re dressed like a pirate hooker and you want to start something with me?’” Red was re-visualizing the fight and making fierce hand gestures, as if the girl was in front of her once again.

Although Red had a new story like this one almost every single day, you still listened, mainly because she was your best friend, and also because you liked to live vicariously through her wild experiences.

“Did you really call her a pirate hooker?” You mused, and Red grinned and nodded her head.

This made you laugh, and she linked one arm through yours, lifting her chin up in the air victoriously. “So, Y/N, what about you? I know you’re just dying to tell me about your late-night fight club meetings.”

“Oh, yep, mmm hmm, definitely. Some girl tried to argue with me on the Beringia theory, so I knocked her out.” You held up your world history textbook.

Red just snorted in reply, rolling her eyes. “Oh, whatever. It’s not my fault you never want to come with me to any of my social gatherings!”

“Because your ‘social gatherings’ usually get broken up by the cops within twenty minutes.” You retorted. “Also, I’m not gonna force you to make me your plus one.”

At this, Red’s annoyed look softened, and she gently bumped your shoulder with hers.

The first bell rang, and Red fixed her black high-waisted shorts before letting go of your arm. “Alright you party animal, are we still on for coffee and chemistry study after school?”

You looked up at her, jealous of your best friend’s height and overall appearance. “Yeah. I’ll wait for you out by the benches.”

With a dramatic air kiss, Red was off, leaving you alone in the crowded chaos that is Storybrooke High’s hallways. You’re about to turn and head off to AP Psych when something catches your eye. Or, rather, someone.

It’s a strange feeling when you realize someone is watching you. You don’t know how long they’ve been watching you, or what impression of you they’re already building in their head after watching only a tidbit of your personality.

The feeling made your cheeks go red and your skin crawl.

That feeling of utter discomfort was only intensified when you set eyes on the stranger staring you down from their locker.

He wore a black Joy Division shirt, and had a plain black band around his wrist. In fact, everything he was wearing was black. His jeans were ripped at the knees, and when he smiled, you noticed he had a lip ring. His eyes were dark and enigmatic, contradicting with his bright smile, and in that moment, you were certain of one thing: this boy was absolutely up to no good.

The second the two of you made eye contact, you spun on your heels, trying not to appear completely flushed but also wanting to clear the vicinity as fast as possible.

Even as you slipped into class, you could still picture his eyes on you.

Taunting.

More likely than not, he was probably just another mean, entitled boy strolling into town and ready to project his insecurities onto any girl within a five mile radius.

You made a mental note to try and avoid this new boy, just like you did with the hundreds of other boys just like him at this school.

Little did you know, doing so would be a lot harder than you’d ever thought.

A New Beginning (Chapter 4)

A/N: Thank you all for the amazing feedback I have gotten on previous chapters! I always love and encourage reviews because it shows me what you like and don’t, what works and what doesn’t. Oddly they also seem to motivate me to get this out to you faster.

Disclaimer: None of it’s mine.


Chapter 4: A Boy and his Dad

“Henry, get up my boy!” Henry was awoken by a whispering voice on Saturday morning. He looked over at his window and saw that it was still dark out.

“Hook? What are you doing it’s only…4:30? Go back to bed!” Henry said trying to roll back over and return to sleep.

“Nah! You and me are going on an adventure today! Now get up before we miss it!” Killian pulled the covers off him and threw them on the floor.

“Hey!”

“Shhh! We don’t want to wake your mother! Get dressed and meet me outside in fifteen minutes.” Killian walked out of the room and Henry groaned getting out of bed to get dressed to head outside.

“Hook, it’s five o'clock in the morning! What couldn’t possibly wait until I don’t know…the sun was up?”

“That’s the point! We need to be out on the deck of the Jolly Roger when the sun is coming up!”

“Does Mom know what’s going on?”

“Nah, this is just between us. We should be back before she ever knows we’re gone. I turned her alarm off so she probably won’t wake up until around nine or so.”

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Costume Chaos

Summary: It’s Halloween and the costumes seem to be really great this year though Marinette can’t help but be distracted by Adrien’s for… reasons. And of course, that’s when a supervillain chooses to attack. Luckily, Chat’s got a surprise to help take it down.

Just a fun Miraculous Halloween story.


“Happy Halloween!” Marinette grinned and waved as Alya came up behind her. Her smile widened as she took in the Ladybug costume on her friend. She had made it herself, so she could attest to the accuracy, but still, she was glad that it fit well.

“Happy Halloween, girl!” Alya pulled out her phone and raised it to take some selfies. “Man, yours is so elaborate! Awesome!”

Marinette gave a bashful giggle. Her costume was of a traditional baby doll puppet. The creative and design aspects had really appealed to her and figuring out the way to configure fake screws had been a lot of fun. It had ended up coming out great. Her dress was baby blue with white accents and lace. She had also fastened the fake bolts at her joints. Her final step had been her make-up to give her face a more doll-like look.

She was actually quite proud of it.

The two of them posed for several selfies together before beginning to make their way towards the school. Marinette was actually early for once because she had had to set her alarm super early to get into her costume. She was kind of glad as she could see all of her classmates’ costumes clearly as they made their way into the building.

Halloween was always fun.

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back to you

;; Season3 canon divergent. What if Regina’s fake memories didn’t work on Emma? What if she remembers everything when Killian goes to find her in New York? AO3


Weekend mornings usually run smoothly. During the week, they are always rushing —to work, or school, or whatever— but on the weekends, they are able to take their time, which is nice. They are good at weekend mornings. They have a dynamic, routines that work really well for them for the most part.

Emma’s job is the cooking —scrambled eggs, and pancakes this morning— while Henry does all the table setting and plant watering.

They work seamlessly —a little team, the two of them.

Emma’s thoughts are wandering though, her eyes darting from Henry to the eggs in the pan, but her mind miles and miles away.

This happens often —a lot more often than she wants it to.

“Uh, Mom, you forgot something,” says Henry after she has set the plates on the table and a mug of hot cocoa by him.

His voice breaks Emma from her thoughts, and only for a few seconds, she’s confused.

“Right, cinnamon,” she smiles at her son, reaching for the cinnamon sprinkler and passing it to him. Their family rituals of sorts are a new thing to Emma, she likes them, she loves them even; she appreciates them. Her life with her son is a really good one —she is making a good living, Henry is thriving at school, he has friends. Most importantly, they have each other and that is all that matters right?

After both their cups of cocoa are sprinkled with the magical touch of cinnamon, she and Henry click their mugs together before taking a sip of the chocolaty goodness at the same time.

Suddenly, their quiet morning is interrupted by a knocking coming from outside the door.

Emma frowns almost immediately.

“Someone coming over?”

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Captain Swan #59

59. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”

a little captain wench goodness for you, Alexa <3

“Princess!” His booming voice reaches her over the several heads in the tavern and she instantly starts searching through the crowd to find him. It doesn’t take too long - the man’s long, black coat is easy enough to spot. So are his stark blue eyes rimmed with kohl. She would know those from miles away.

“I told you not to call me that,” Emma rolls her eyes once he’s leaning against the other side of the bar, dimples flashing at her.

“But you are my princess,” he says matter-of-factly despite her very unroyal status. “Now, how’s about a round for my crew and rum for the pair of us, hm?”

“I don’t get off until an hour from now,” she pushes through the short bar door with her legs, balancing the tray of glasses in her hands. She’s always one step ahead of him with the orders, knowing exactly what he’d ask for and what his crew drinks; it’s always the same.

He gets up to follow her through the crowd once she begins distributing the drinks, “Come on, Swan, I’ve so much to tell you. About the Jolly, about the storm, about Agrabah, about-”

She spins around to him, shoving the empty tray in his hands. “Later, Killian.”

He groans and slumps a little where he stands and she wonders, for the near hundredth time, how this man came to be a pirate captain that commands his crew with an iron fist when he’s so capable of acting like a petulant child. She shoots him another look and he straightens with a nod, making his way to one of the handful of wooden benches his crew is occupying.

She spends the hour between the bar and the tables, filling and refilling with a sense of familiarity. Her eyes dart back to Killian every now and then, his raucous laughter filling the crowded tavern. It’s as though he’s been keeping track of the time, though, because just a minute before she’s due to leave, he’s at her side with a gentle hand on her forearm in question.

“Give me a minute,” she says to him as she drops the empty glasses at the bar and waves goodbye to Leroy. And then she grabs a bottle of rum from below the cabinets before pulling Killian out through the backdoor.

The quiet surrounds them immediately and Emma breathes a little easier in the fresh air that carries hint of salt.

“My, my, stealing are we?” He raises an eyebrow at the bottle, “Always said you had a little pirate in you.”

Emma chuckles, uncapping the bottle and taking a pull from it as they stroll down to the port. It’s an unsaid tradition, one she doesn’t exactly remember either of them consciously starting. But she’s known him for years now, their camaraderie one that established over a few months of him constantly making port in town and frequenting her tavern. Despite her sharp tongue and defenses, he’d managed to wriggle his way into becoming a constant in her life.

Well, as constant as one can be when they’re out sailing and discovering new lands every fortnight.

She misses him just that much more with each time he leaves. But she never tells him. Never mentions that everything is so much easier when he’s around, how her chest feels lighter and her smiles come quicker.

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tis the season for love

an: Merry Christmas @captainkillianhjones! I’m your cs secret santa! I hope you like what I’ve come up with- a little modern au with the perfect balance of fluff and angst. <3 You’ve been so wonderful to talk to and I hope you have a wonderful holiday!

(thanks to @swans-and-pirates for reading this over for me!)

word count: ~8700

rating: t


Snow trickles down from the sky and dresses the ground and buildings in a gentle white coat. It’s December in Storybrooke and Emma Nolan walks the sidewalk toward Granny’s Diner holding an overflowing box of lights and decorations.

She can barely see what’s in front of her, much less where her feet are falling, and she trusts the fact that her father told her he’d be icing the sidewalks this morning, but she keeps her footing meaningful regardless.

It’s only six thirty at night, but the sun is already set and the night sky is obscured by clouds that pepper her in snowflakes that stick to her clothes.

“Swan!” the sound of her nickname makes her stop walking, shifting the heavy cardboard box in her arms so she can manage a slight glimpse at the man with ruffled dark hair and a smile stretched a mile wide. If it weren’t for the fact that she kind of hates him, she might think he was cute in his winter outfit, snowflakes in his hair and a rosy blush in his cheeks. “What’ve you got here?”

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What does Hook see in Emma Swan anyway?

(This meta is dedicated to lil-pon - who says she loves Hook but has a hard time shipping CS because although she gets what Emma sees in Hook she’s not sure why Emma is so special to him.)

I’ve been asked this question a number of times by fans of Hook that see him as being so devoted to Emma, but feel like he hasn’t gotten much love from her in return. And they wonder - Why did he ever start chasing this woman to begin with? It seems that, as a fandom, we generally fall back on the “kindred spirits” response - or with a list of ways that being around Emma has made Hook a better person (some links below). But I thought maybe it’s time for a list of all the things that initially drew him to her. That is, why did Hook fall so hard for this woman in the first place?

Emma is a Hero. She reminds Hook of the man he used to be and would like to be again. She’s brave, and she’s beautiful, and during their first adventure in the Enchanted Forest together and their initial encounters in Storybrooke Emma displays many traits that Hook finds attractive and inspiring.

Emma is:

  • Strong - She held him at knifepoint and could held her own in a fight
  • Confident - Not from EF but insists SHE be the one to climb the beanstalk - and that she WILL NOT FAIL.
  • Compassionate - Could have killed the giant or Hook but doesn’t
  • Perceptive - Figures out Hook’s true agenda with Gold is over Milah
  • Forgiving - Gives him a 2nd chance after working w/Greg/Tamara /Cora
  • A “Challenge” - She’s selective and not swayed by his looks alone
  • Strong love of family - willing to do anything to get back to her son
  • A Risk Taker - wants to knock out the Giant instead of waiting
  • Tough - doesn’t notice or care she’s injured her hand
  • Headstrong - We’ll this is not always considered a desirable trait but he seems to like this about her.
  • Magical - we don’t learn until later that Hook has seen Emma best Cora
  • Sensitive - “Maybe I was…once.” Beneath that tough exterior is the heart of a woman who’s capable of great love but has been hurt. She’s so guarded but she opened up - TO HIM. Huge moment for both of them.

The other thing Hook notices about Emma during their first encounters… she’s just as physically attracted to him as he is to her. Trust me, he noticed her reaction to him on the beanstalk. He noticed that she was jealous when he flirted with Ruby. He noticed that she kept his scarf when he found his hook in her desk. And he probably even noticed that she basically started dressing like a pirate after she met him (she went from red leather jacket to wearing all black and a peacoat that resembled his).  He’s quite perceptive you know.

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Fic: Rebellion (M)

Author’s note: Here it is! The promised Captain Duckling smut in honor of @torturedkillianjones​‘s birth! Happy belated! I hope you like this, dear! I think I fit in everything you wanted. :D

Summary: Princess Emma likes to sneak out of her parent’s castle at night. One night she meets the infamous Captain Hook and it changes her life.

Also posted: FF.net / AO3

Rebellion

Emma tethered her horse, patting the animal on the neck in thanks. Another successful escape from her gilded prison under her belt; she was starting to wonder how no one had noticed yet. Her maids were entirely in the dark, diligently helping her with her pre-bed toilette, none the wiser to what their mistress sometimes got up to at night. She was twenty two years old; she was damn well going to live her life her own way.

Sometimes that involved sneaking out of her parents’ castle and riding down to the local village in disguise. Or, if they were at the Summer Palace, taking off on a “retreat” where she could ditch her servants the first chance she got.

Emma never had been very good at the traditional princess things and she liked it that way.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She could dance. Her father had taught her and she cherished those memories. But they wanted her to attend balls and make stilted conversation with princelings vying for her hand. When she was fifteen, she’d sworn she’d never marry someone who couldn’t defeat her in a swordfight. Her mother had laughed, warning her that she’d come around on love and the opposite sex. To be fair, Snow White hadn’t been entirely wrong; however, the Queen didn’t know that her precious eldest daughter was no longer a virgin and hadn’t been for some time.

Emma did enjoy the company of men; she just didn’t believe love was in the cards for her.

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 Day 179: IT’S THE LAST DAY OF THE HIATUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WE SURVIVED!!!!!

And, in celebration of this momentous event, I bring to you a giant list of the incredible fic recs I’ve received over the past two months but, unfortunately, was not able to feature on the blog. 

Under the cut is a smutfest of about 50 fanfics that were written by more than 20 amazing authors of this fandom. Happy reading!

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The Not So Neighborly Noise [1/2]

So this was suppose to be a small funny one shot that came about because of a real life event (and I forgot the rules of the chat when I mentioned it there) but it kind of took a life of its own, partly due to my Number 1 Enabler, @ive-always-been-a-pirate. ;p So here you are - and unfortunately no hot Irishman came bursting into my bedroom when it happened to me, but that’s what makes it fiction. :)

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Part 2

Rated: M


Its been a really exhausting day and all I want to do is go to sleep but I forgot my vibrator was under my pillow and it scared me half to death, causing me to scream and for you to break down my front door because you thought I was being attacked. And dear God now you’re standing there looking all delicious and making sassy remarks about the size of my vibrator while giving me the ‘I’d like to be the one fucking you’ look.


Emma groaned as she walked into her apartment, stumbling slightly in her high heels. She had just endured the longest day of her entire existence and all she wanted to do was ditch the skin-tight dress she had borrowed from Ruby and burrow under her extremely soft comforter so she could pass out from exhaustion. Who knew shopping for a wedding dress and collaring a sleeze ball accountant who had run out on his bail would have her so drained. She had spent the better part of eight hours being dragged around by her future sister-in-law and although every excruciating second had been worth it when Mary Margaret walked out of the changing room in that dress, it was an experience that forced a normally introverted Emma to ‘be on’ for a lengthy amount of time. 

There hadn’t been any down time to recharge her batteries between shopping for miles and miles of tulle and getting dolled up to collar her bail jumper either, a fact made worse by the fucker running which had forced her to run in five inch heels. Her feet hurt, she was mentally and emotionally exhausted, and coupled with the fact she had been awoken bright and early that morning by her obnoxious neighbor, she just wanted to sleep for the next 1,000 years.

Yeah, she needed a good night’s sleep.

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high school musical iii sentence meme
  • "This is the last time to get it right."
  • "Right now I can hardly breathe."
  • "This is the last time to get it right."
  • "Push harder!"
  • "I'm saving for a new fuel pump."
  • "Mmhm. Save faster."
  • "I want one of everything."
  • "What, are we celebrating or something?"
  • "Your room is way cool."
  • "You were in my room?"
  • "We should hang out tonight, man!"
  • "You're the second girl I've ever had up here."
  • "This place is so cool."
  • "Did I just say that?"
  • "I'm proud of you."
  • "It's a thousand one hundred and fifty-three miles from here."
  • "I wish it would all just stop. At least just slow down."
  • "I wish this moment was ours to own it and that it would never leave."
  • "Where you are is where I should be too."
  • "I'm looking at you and my heart loves the view."
  • "Right now there's you and me."
  • "Tomorrow can wait."
  • "Is this a pirate's wheel?"
  • "Oh! Very cute."
  • "Don't break him."
  • "She's so sweet."
  • "What are you? I mean, who are you?"
  • "I noticed on the board that you're in need of a personal assistant."
  • "How do you know my schedule?"
  • "One packet of sweetener?"
  • "If you own any orange, get rid of it."
  • "Don't be the last to pick up your tickets."
  • "Whats the lunch special in the cafeteria today?"
  • "I was thinking I'd select something modest."
  • "I'm moving into the library."
  • "We've got a yearbook to edit."
  • "This is our last chance to do something together."
  • "Oh, yipee."
  • "It's about all of you."
  • "Genius."
  • "I'm already packed."
  • "They got my letter?"
  • "Nice, guys. That's pretty funny. So, who's the big comedian?"
  • "Hoops all the way."
  • "I'm going to be the President of the United States of America."
  • "Golly gee, how adorable."
  • "What do I want? Gosh, I wouldn't know where to begin."
  • "How can you think of food at a time like this?"
  • "He seemed surprised to me."
  • "Imagine having everything we've ever dreamed."
  • "A part for me?"
  • "Sound exciting?"
  • "With you we can win."
  • "Don't you want it all?"
  • "I want it all."
  • "They're gonna love me!"
  • "When Broadway knows your name, you know that you're a star!"
  • "She wants you on the show."
  • "We want it all."
  • "We're twins. They have to take us both."
  • "I don't know. Just do it."
  • "I need you right away. Look up."
  • "This has two weeks detention written all over it."
  • "Which one do you think I should wear?"
  • "I've never been asked to a prom. But this kind of sounds like an invitation."
  • "I've never been to a dance. Much less a prom."
  • "Take my hand"
  • "Keep your eyes locked on my eyes."
  • "Won't you promise me, we'll keep dancing where ever we go next."
  • "Can I have this dance?"
  • "Together or not our dance won't stop."
  • "What we have is worth fighting for."
  • "You know I believe that we were meant to be."
  • "So does that mean yes?"
  • "Where's our clothes?"
  • "Yearbook opportunity!"
  • "You think I'd be spending all of my time up there if it wasn't for you?"
  • "Why is that so hard to admit?"
  • "I still have decisions to make too."
  • "I interrupted something, didn't I?"
  • "Speaking of homework."
  • "Be careful, they're still hot."
  • "Hey, what's right is right."
  • "If that's what you call an invitation, you'll be dancing with yourself."
  • "I'm asking you to prom."
  • "I'm sorry, I can't hear you. It's so loud in here."
  • "Will you please be my date to the senior prom?"
  • "Guess now it's official."
  • "I don't think we have the choice."
  • "It's gonna be a night to remember."
  • "Hey, you've been in there for an hour."
  • "Stop doing that!"
  • "The difference being, I can actually carry a tune."
  • "Want to go to lunch sometime?"
  • "Your mom must be so proud."
  • "You can't get rid of me that easily."
  • "This better be good."
  • "I've got a lot things I have to do."
  • "Whatever happens, I know I've got you."
  • "I'll pick you up eight."
  • "All I wanna do is be with you."
  • "Nothing can break us apart."
  • "There's nothing we can't do."
  • "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."
  • "The boys are back."
  • "I just want my future to be my future."
  • "For the record, I was a much better super hero than you."
  • "Gonna wake up the neighborhood."
  • "No one can stop us now."
  • "That's not what I wanted to hear."
  • "Why? So I can whoop your butt again?"
  • "You should be celebrating, not keeping a secret."
  • "Your future is calling loud and clear."
  • "Maybe I'll stay here next year."
  • "I mean, I get it that he's your first crush but..."
  • "There will be other guys."
  • "Not everything has to change."
  • "We've already proved it works."
  • "I realized I haven't offered my congratulations."
  • "I don't know what you're talking about."
  • "You really didn't know?"
  • "The only thing that could possibly be holding her back would be you."
  • "Special delivery! Margarita pizza, just the way you like it."
  • "What's a picnic without chocolate covered strawberries?"
  • "Is that what you were trying to tell me?"
  • "You gotta go. It's the right thing to do."
  • "Nothing is gonna slow down."
  • "You don't have to say anything else."
  • "I'm a lot better at goodbyes than you."
  • "I guess I should have known better."
  • "Just walk away and don't look back."
  • "It my heart breaks it's gonna hurt so bad."
  • "I don't think I'll survive a goodbye again."
  • "Let's rise to the occasion."
  • "There's nothing to tell."
  • "Just trust your heart."
  • "I want my own thing so bad I'm gonna scream."
  • "I'm gonna fight to find myself."
  • "It's like nothing works without you."
  • "I know I'm not supposed to be here."
  • "You seem very comfortable up there."
  • "You're easier to dance with than her."
  • "I just showed my mom the tux."
  • "We need to talk."
  • "It's taken me two weeks to be away from you."
  • "I don't think I can do it. I think I've run out of good byes."
  • "She's not coming back."
  • "Everybody knows you don't bring the girl with you after high school."
  • "And hey, look, I am right there with you."
  • "I don't believe this."
  • "What is it with you and trees?"
  • "You look handsome."
  • "Take my hand. I'll take the lead."
  • "You know I'll catch you through it all."
  • "My heart is where ever you are."
  • "What are you? Some sort of muppet gangster?"
  • "Ew! That is so gross."
  • "High school wasn't meant to last forever."
  • "Aww! Cute pants!"
  • "Oh go for it. Save the day. Whoopee."
  • "That's my dress!"
  • "But you were so loyal, so sweet."
  • "You should try it sometime."
  • "Surprise!"
  • "You did it. You graduated."
  • "I choose the person who inspires my heart. "
  • "I picked a school that's exactly 32.7 miles away from you."
  • "I never thought I'd hear my dad say that."
  • "We really are all in this together."
  • "Who says we have to let it go?"
Swept Off My Feet

Advent Prompt #4: I was dragged to this Renaissance Faire by my friend. This isn’t really a thing I do but you are all dressed up and apparently an actor here and won’t stop referring to me as My Lord and it really shouldn’t be as hot as it is. Klaine AU 1.9K [AO3] Special thanks to @savvymavvy for serving as my consultant on all things Renn Faire. Read Previous Advent fics on: AO3 | Tumblr

Rachel (4:45 PM): 911 EMERGENCY RED ALERT

Rachel (4:48 PM): Kurt, I know you are home watching documentaries about the Royal Family. We share a Netflix account, remember? I can see what you’re watching from the app on my phone. TEXT ME BACK

Kurt sighs heavily, knowing that he’s busted. It’s not that he’s unwilling to be there for his roommate; it’s just that Rachel’s “emergencies” usually take the form of her trying to fix him up with a cute guy at work or needing an audience while she workshops various audition songs and monologues… for six straight hours. He picks up his phone and types out a quick reply text.

Kurt (4:51 PM): I seem to remember telling you not to text me 911 unless something or someone was on fire.

Rachel (4:51 PM): Kurt, I’m working at Renn Faire, there are open flames everywhere ;)

Kurt (4:52 PM): …and did one of those flames catch you on fire?

Rachel (4:52 PM): Well, no…

Kurt (4:52 PM): Then what’s the emergency?

Rachel (4:53 PM): I forgot the period appropriate corset that I got custom-made for my role as Lady Sybil. DISASTER. My costume doesn’t fit properly without it. Thankfully I got here two hours early to start on my hair and makeup and brush up on my improv skills with some of the other actors. Can you bring it to me, pretty please? I’m at the actors’s entrance to Tuxedo Park.

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The Librarian: Sink or Swim

The Librarian is a Cursed!Killian AU series taking place during the events of season 1. Installments are written out of chronological order and as the muse strikes. It is not a traditional multi-chapter and I assume the reader has familiarity with the events of season 1.

This installment takes place during/after 1.15 “Red-Handed”

Past Installments Chronologically: Part 3 | Part 1 | Part 2 |
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James Stuart breathed in the sharp sea air and then breathed out so forcefully that his glasses fogged; obscuring the ocean and the horizon he came to contemplate. Though March was ending Spring had not yet reached Maine and he was wrapped in his navy blue peacoat with a stocking cap pulled over his ears. He stood on the end of the fishing docks as twilight gave way to night with his eyes focused on the sea and his ears full of the sound of the waves pounding the nearby beach. He had found himself seeking out the ocean more and more in the past weeks; it made him calm in a strange way to walk along the beach or simply stare at the horizon. Defying Regina, helping Emma, comforting Mary-Margaret, and his own growing disquiet with his life, had all been reasons to seek out that calm but tonight the ocean had called to him for an entirely different reason.

Emma had agreed to go on a date with him. Not a casual shared coffee at the station or a meet-up on their lunch breaks but somewhere at night, somewhere not Granny’s. He had promised her he would take her mind off of Kathryn Nolan and the investigation. But as the day loomed near he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to deliver on his promise and so he had come to the docks for solace. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the approaching footsteps or the tap of a cane on the old wooden dock.

“Evening Mr. Stuart.”

James started and turned to see Mr. Gold drawing up beside him.

“Good evening Mr. Gold.” The pawn broker had been paying him a lot of odd visits at the library and sometimes James felt his eyes watching him from across the street so it wasn’t entirely surprising to find him here although it was very unnerving. He pushed his glasses up his nose as he focused on the mans tight, almost threatening, smile.

“You know Mr. Stuart I do believe that Regina is unaware of our history together.”

“Pardon? ” James furrowed his brow.

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Liner Notes: Chapter 4

Fic Update!

Summary:  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.

(Jenna’s ongoing birthday present, hope you’re still enjoying this captainswanismyendgame)

Rating: Still T 

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                                                     Chapter Four   

Filming started bright and early the morning after the welcome dinner, at an eighteenth century fort that had been restored and turned into a museum. The main scene they were shooting was a confrontation between Killian’s pirate captain and August’s naval officer character, that would end with crossed swords and an escape aided by the pirate captain’s crew as played by Rob and Will.

While the crew set up the equipment the band and August all got into costume. The wardrobe trailer was so tiny that they had to go one at a time, getting dressed and then moving over to the equally small hair and makeup trailer where Anna and Elsa were set up. August went through the mini assembly line first, Killian was last. His elaborate costume took a while to wrangle into place and by the time he finally had everything on both his bandmates were done in the other trailer and had gone on ahead to set.

The sisters welcomed him in and sat him down in a barber’s chair, quickly getting to work. Elsa clipped his hair back from his face while Anna poked around in a giant makeup case, coming up with a small bottle of skin coloured liquid and a sponge.

“Do you want me to cover up the scar?” she asked, squinting at his cheek. A souvenir from a bar fight during the worst of his post-Milah days, it was frequently airbrushed out of photos or covered with makeup when they performed or appeared on TV. He decided in that moment to stop hiding it, the mark was a reminder of his lowest point but he was past that now and it no longer gave him a twinge whenever he looked at it in the mirror.

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