but i really wanted miles to dress up as the pirate

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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Celestial Seas (Chapter 1)

Summary: Ever since Layla Heartfilia’s tragic death, Lucy has been alone in this world. It doesn’t help that Jude Heartfilia blames Lucy for her mother’s death.   But when Lucy runs away from home, Jude sends pirates to go retrieve her. Suddenly, she’s a recruit to famous pirate crew, Fairy Tail! 


Pairings: Nalu (later on gajevy, gruvia, and possible jerza/zervis)

Words: 2,394

Rating: T

A/N: This is my first fic that I am posting on this account! I am so excited to start writing this fanfic!  I hope you like it and I’m sorry if my writing is a little rusty! (It’s been almost a year since I have written anything rip)

“Lucy, it’s time to wake up…” Her mother’s tender voice stated as she caressed her daughter lovingly.

“Five… Five more minutes, Momma!” A young Lucy Heartfilia yawned.

“No sweetheart, you promised me you would get up five minutes ago!” Layla laughed heartily.

Somehow, Lucy found herself getting out of her bed. Today was a special day. It was her seventh birthday, and her mother was taking her out to the docks to celebrate. She loved her mother more than words could describe. Her mother was her best friend. In fact, she was Lucy’s only friend, but nonetheless, they were the best of friends.

“Happy birthday, Lucy!” Layla reached out her arms to her small child.

Lucy happily obliged and embraced her warm mother.

“Thank you, Momma.” Lucy whispered into Layla.

“Now, get ready and we will get going to the docks.” Layla said, she was always one for keeping her promises.

Layla knew Lucy had been looking forward to her birthday for months. All Lucy had wanted to do was go spend the day with her mother. It truly warmed Layla’s heart knowing that Lucy and herself had that strong of a bond.

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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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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


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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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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captainswan4e  asked:

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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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. :)

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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You’re Going to Want to Remember This (10/?)

Summary: (Season 3b canon divergence). Emma and Henry thought they could escape the curse taking everyone back to the Enchanted Forest, but one year later they wake up in the loft with no memories after saying goodbye at the town line.
A/N: Okay so this one is a little shorter than the past couple (but hey it’s only one day after the last update so that counts for something, right?) because I really wanted to end it there specifically. My weekend is looking pretty busy right now so I’m not sure when the next update will be, but probably Sunday?  As always thanks for reading, commenting and liking it really makes my day :)
Rating: (Eventual) M
Wordcount: ~1,975
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Present day

Okay so maybe Emma was avoiding Hook – and Neal, but it wasn’t her fault (okay so maybe it was her fault, but she wasn’t about to admit that). It’d been two weeks since Neal had returned, and he seemed to be disappearing sporadically and reappearing with amnesia every couple of days – which honestly was definitely not the strangest thing that’d ever happened in this town.

She was fourteen weeks pregnant now (at least, maybe a week or so more) and her baby was now the size of a lemon, which Mary Margret liked to remind her on a daily basis. This morning in particular her mother had come bursting into her room with excitement. Emma thought that maybe the witch had made a move (she’d been lying in wait for too long now, it was making Emma nervous), but no the witch was still awol.

“Aurora’s pregnant!” No good morning Emma, how’d you sleep Emma, just straight to the point. “I went for a walk with your father this morning and saw Aurora. She is absolutely glowing, I knew right away.”

“Or you knew right away since she’s the size of a whale,” Emma mumbled under her breath. She’d run into the other woman more than a week ago.

“You should meet up with her for lunch sometime. I’m sure she’d love to see you,” Mary Margaret went on, either she didn’t hear Emma’s comment, or she was ignoring it.

“Yeah that’d be nice,” Emma said noncommittally.

“But don’t you see Emma,” Mary Margaret said, placing a hand on her shoulder and guiding her downstairs to the kitchen where David and Henry were eating breakfast. “You two are going through the same thing, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to talk to?”

Emma didn’t have the heart to tell Mary Margaret that they were most definitely not going through the same thing; not at all. Clearly Aurora knew who the father was and had probably tried to get pregnant – whereas Emma was avoiding the two likely fathers like the plague.

Instead of saying any of that, she looked into Mary Margaret’s bright eyes and smiled, saying that it sounded like a wonderful idea. Mary Margaret frowned and apparently Emma wasn’t as good at keeping her thoughts hidden as she thought.

“Maybe you could take a paternity test if you’re really so worried about it. Just get Neal to give Whale a DNA sample.”

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[A/N: so I had to write this because literally as so a s I read it all I could think of was exactly how this would go down, enjoy]

Emma sat awkwardly on the edge of the king size bed as she played with the tulle fluffiness of her wedding dress. She heard Killian talking outside to the bellhop who had helped him with their luggage and she felt her stomach flutter with butterflies. She could not fathom why she was so nervous, it was not as if this was their first time together! That would have been a reasonable reason to be nervous but no, here Emma sat playing anxiously with the cloth of her gorgeous gown already knowing how amazing it felt to sleep with the man who was now her husband and she was bloody nervous! What the hell, Emma thought to herself and collapsed onto her back on the bed with a huff. The door swung open and there he was, his jacket slung over his arm as he walked in with the luggage cart and shoved the bags into the hall closet. He saw his beautiful bride reclined on the bed and laughed.

“Tired, Swan?” Killian teased. “Was it from carrying all the luggage?” Killian kicked off his shoes and laid next to her on the bed, his black vest and white ruffled dress shirt increasing his handsomeness. She very much enjoyed seeing him in clothes from her world. She rolled her eyes at his remark and her butterflies were gone momentarily, but they returned…they returned.

“It’s Jones now,” Emma corrected him. “And no actually, it was quite easy carrying all the luggage.” A growl escaped Killian’s lips and his teeth grazed her neck, nibbling at her earlobe. Emma froze, mid breath, air hitched in her throat. Oh my god this is happening, she thought a million miles a minute. Killian noticed her apprehension and pulled a way, propped on his side on one elbow the other resting lazily against her collarbone.

Emma wrapped her fingers around his arm that was draped over her and smiled at him, a reassuring eyelash flutter calming him. “I’m sorry,” Emma whispered, her cheeks darkening. “I’m just-I’m nervous. Which is just the most absolute ridiculous thing but I am- and-”

Killian interrupted her with a quick kiss and then stroked her beautiful done up hair. “What are you so nervous about, love?”

Emma shrugged, stuttering to speak. “You know, our wedding night, it’s just ugh. Everyone knows what’s going down. Regina will probably make some snide jokes about it when we get back and my parents, they know and that’s weird. Henry, oh my god does Henry know what’s going down tonight?”

“Emma, love, we don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing. I would be happy to fall asleep and talk about hopes and dreams and -”

“You really don’t want to do anything?” Emma sounded offended and Killian realized yet again how perplexing the female race was. “I mean I want to talk and cuddle and- I sound so stupid and of course I’m comfortable with anything god I’m not some love stricken teenager. I’m your wife for gods sake- and I think it’s that that terrifies me. This should have gone wrong a long time ago and now I’m married and I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for this to all blow up in my face.” Emma covered her face with her hands and let out a long sigh. “And now I’m crying on my wedding night which only makes me want to cry more, and my make up is going to be running everywhere except I think it’s waterproof so then I’ll just have red puffy eyes and nothing to show for it!” Her voice squeaked as she talked through her tears. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Hey, hey,” Killian sat up and pulled Emma into his lap. He placed kisses over her tears and Emma smiled up at him through her lashes. He cupped her face in his hands and smiled down at her. “It’s okay to have happiness in your life, this isn’t going to blow up. I love you and you love me, and I’m not going anywhere. I will follow you to the end of the world and time and dimension and anything other situation we will find ourselves in. I promise. ” Emma lifted her chin and her lips met his lips. She lifted her chest to his and wrapped her fingers around his neck, angling her head just so, that the kiss deepened even more. A moan escaped his lips and she smiled, biting at his bottom lip, as she got herself to her knees and straddled his lap. Her dress in an nannying pile around her.

Emma pulled away and brushed her nose against his, out of breath. “Would you help me get out of this god forsaken dress?” Emma panted and Killian chuckled. She turned around in his lap and his fingers worked quickly unlacing her and pulling the dress up over her head. He gasped in amazement yet again as he saw her beautiful figure. Emma blushed but he didn’t notice as he through the dress over the side of the bed. When he returned to gazing at her she was peeping at him through her fingers as she covered her face.

“The lingerie seemed like a good idea earlier,” Emma confessed but now she felt utterly horrified in her outfit. A white Lacey bra and practically see through lace underwear to watch that had thigh high garters attached to it. Her golden tresses cascaded past her shoulders as Killjan removed the diamond encrusted tiara from her hair, popping out pins along the way. She looked like a goddess. “I look like a fool don’t I?” Emma laughed at herself and wiped at her eyes. “An absolute fool…”

“You look like a goddess, Jones,” Killian assured her. He kissed at her collar bone. “I have never seen you so beautiful as you look right now and looked in that dress. I know I say that everyday, but that’s only because your beauty, your presence blows me away again and again.” Emma’s crinkled in a smile as she rested her head in the crook of his neck. “I love you,” Killian whispered his lips tickling her ear.

“I know,” Emma replied sassily. She straightened up pushing Killian onto his bum and raising herself to her knees. “I love you, too,” Emma casually unbuttoned his shirt, his vest in a pile by her dress, and helped him shrug out of it. She ran kisses along the contours of his chest and he reclined to laying down on the bed, his Swan hovering over him. She rested on her knees and elbows and smiled down at him as her hair tickled his skin. She laughed at the situation and collapsed onto the bed next to him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Emma giggled not sure what had come over her.

“I learned to go along with your teases a long time ago, love,” Killian teased stroking her hair and planting kisses along her cheek.

Emma slapped his chest playfully, “I am not a tease!” She exclaimed with her strong willed stubbornness. Killian nodded along playfully and she rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe a little. But didn’t you tell me pirate, that you would win me in the end? Aren’t you going to drop any ‘I told you so’s ?”

“You weren’t just some trophy Emma,” Killian seemed a little hurt and she softened her gaze. “I loved you and I fight for what I love. I’m just happy you’re happy and I’m even more happy because you chose to be happy with me.”

“Sometimes you’re just too perfect,” Emma announced as she propped herself up on an elbow.

“Really? We’ll anytime you feel that way simply ask me to tell you a story from my drunken pirate days, I dare you to call that man perfect.”

“But you’re not the fearsome Captain Hook, you’re my soft cuddly teddy bear Killian Jones,” Emma teased with a wicked grin. Killian gripped her thigh and torso in his hand and stump and flipped her onto her back so that he towered over her, taking her quite by surprise.

“I assure you lass, I’m quite the fearsome Captain,” Killian leaned down and kissed the skin just above her bra and sent chills rolling through her. His fingers slid one bra strap tentatively off and then the other, slowly, carefully, caressingly.

Emma moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers lazily playing in his hair. “You don’t scare me, Captain.”

Killian arched an eyebrow and tore her bra the rest of the way off and took one of her nipples hard in his mouth. Emma gasped and clung to him harder, thrusting herself against him with needy pleasure. Killian smiled and his tongue danced around the sensitive flesh doing wonders to her body. Her core raged with heat that drove her to the point of madness as she moaned and squirmed beneath his grasp.

Her hand a found purchase on his pants and she yanked them to his ankles, he anxiously kicked out of them and lowered himself to her. She brought her core closer and closer to his still and moaned with passion. Her nails digging into the skin of his back. “Take me, Killian,” Emma begged desperate. Her nervous butterflies of earlier gone. Killian smiled against her lips and hooked his fingers around her Lacey undergarments.

Killian pressed his forehead to Emma’s and sighed. “It’ll be a shame to lose these beauties,” he sighed tracing her garters. Emma shoved her panties, garters and all. The rest of the way off, done with his teasing. She ripped off his underwear and pressed herself to him with a whine.

“Please,” Emma panted.

“As you wish,” Killian smirked and thrust into her with a moan. His lips found hers and his hand cupped her breasts. Emma held him to her, daring him to try and pull even the slightest bit away, as their tongues danced a dance older than time itself. She rocked her hips harder against his thrusting and soon she felt herself nearing the edge. Killian could sense the building tension and he broke off the kiss, holding Emma in his arms and watching her as she crashed over the edge.

“Come for me, love,” Killian urged her and a moan escaped her lips as she fell over the edge and shuddered in his arms. Killian coaxed her through and gently sucked along at the sensitive skin of her neck as she panted out of breath. Killian followed her shortly and collapsed on top of her. Emma breathed him in, the salty taste of the sea and …rum, and home. Emma wrapped her arms through his and cuddled him close.. She rolled out from under him and covered them both up with the blanket.

“You never cease to amaze me, Jones,” Killian exclaimed breathless.

Emma kissed him and nestled in against him as man and wife.