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once-uponacaptain  asked:

Not sure if you're still taking prompts, but if you are, how about 'finding the other wearing their clothes'?

The last thing he thought he’d be doing on a Tuesday evening when the sky opened up and let out a monster of a thunderstorm, was leaving the house and getting caught in the rain. And yet, here he is, wringing water out of his clothes in the bathroom sink to get them just dry enough that they won’t leave trails when he takes them to the laundry room downstairs.

He heaves out a heavy sigh but he can’t seem to get mad. Because every time he tries, he thinks of Emma Swan knocking on his door and pulling him down several flights of stairs to soak him to his toes. His best friend is a thunderstorm in herself.

There’s a knock at the door, and he hums in reply.

“I made apology coffee,” Emma calls out. He laughs, as though she has anything to apologise for. She could lead him anywhere and he’d follow willingly, as head over heels as he is about her.

“I’ll be right there, love.”

It takes him a few seconds to gather his clothes in the basket at the corner, to push his fingers through his hair several times and look in the mirror, giving himself a silent pep talk. It’s mostly new, the discovery of the severity of his feelings for Emma. He’s always known he was drawn to her, but there’s something else there, too – a need to never be separated, a sensation of care that extends well beyond the natural, and a word that starts with L that he doesn’t think he should ever utter out loud in her presence. Not now anyway. Someday, maybe.

He hears her humming from the kitchen and smiles to himself.

“Apology coffee and a musical performance? Aren’t I just the luckiest man in the world.” It’s easy for him to slip into a tone of levity, even easier when she teases him right back.

“Please,” she scoffs. “You’re going to have to make me coffee if you want to hear me sing.”

“I make you coffee every single weekend,” he replies, throwing in a pout for good measure.

Emma shrugs, her smirk taking away from her excuse of an apology. She turns around to pick up the mugs from the counter and that’s when he notices it, the deep red fabric that bunches around her arms where she’s pushed the too long sleeves to her elbows. It hangs loosely on her frame, the threads fraying, the small tear in the hem glaring at him in recognition.

He hasn’t seen this sweatshirt in years, had forgotten about it completely, in fact. And here it is, worn by the woman he would never, in his existence, want to forget.

She places the mugs on the table and hesitates when he stays frozen in place. He’s staring, he knows, but he can’t help it.

“I forgot to bring an extra sweater, I thought it would be okay if I borrowed one?” she explains, though it comes out more like a question. He opens his mouth but doesn’t get a word out. Emma’s fingers run along the hem, fidgeting. “I’ll just go put it back in your drawer, I’ll be fine in my shirt.”

He steps in front of her when she tries to pass by him, and shakes his head.

“No, no, I just– my brother gave me that sweatshirt. I simply haven’t seen it in a while, that’s all.”

“Shit, sorry, I should–,” she moves towards his room but he grabs her by the elbow and pulls her back in place.

“Swan, it’s perfectly fine. It even suits you,” he grins. And gods, does it ever. It brings out the gold of her hair and matches the red on her cheeks that’s always present during colder months. And it’s something else, to see her wrapped up in clothing that’s his. He’s pathetic in his longing for domesticity, for wanting it with Emma and Emma only. Unbidden, he imagines her in nothing but his sweatshirt, greeting him on a morning after with intimacy he should not be letting creep into his mind when she’s standing right in front of him.

He coughs, trying to cover it up.

She eyes him warily. “Are you sure?” He knows what she’s asking, Are you sure you want to trust me with this? As though she and Liam aren’t on the same standing in his mind, as though she isn’t deserving of being compared to his late brother. How she doesn’t see his heart beat straight out of his chest when she’s near, he’ll never know.

He gently runs a hand up and down her arm, and she visibly deflates at the gesture. He’s so close to her that he can count the creases on her forehead, knows they won’t leave her until the unnecessary guilt subsides.

“Positive,” he reassures.

And perhaps if he was privy to her thought process, he would expect her reaching up on her tiptoes and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Instead, he stands there like a fool, stock still, as it happens.

“Thank you,” she practically whispers. She squeezes his hand once before stepping back. “Your coffee’s getting cold.”

He watches her walk to the table, damp curls hanging down her back, at home in a place that isn’t hers. Engulfed in an article of clothing that he associates with warmth and comfort. Completely and irrevocably making his heart pound. He lets out a gust of a breath. A thunderstorm in herself, indeed.

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Seeking Refuge

A random one shot that came out of no where. I was working on other things and it bullied its way to the front of the line. Some entry level whump and body appreciation. Nothing too scandalous. Not beta’d. You’ve been warned.

Also on Ao3


Out of the corner of her eye Emma Swan spotted something sticking out of the snow. She knew she should press on, but curiosity got the better of her and she changed course to go investigate. Nothing could have prepared her for what she found.

Lying there, with a layer of snow starting to cover him, was a man. Blood was crusted along his dark hairline and had dried in streaks down his face. He was terribly cold to the touch, but she could feel a faint pulse and see puffs of frozen breath escaping his mouth.

She didn’t have time to wonder who he was or how he got there. He needed to get warm before his body shut down.


Out in the cold, with a blizzard moving in, for nothing. All her traps were empty and it was getting dark. She needs to get herself and the dogs back to the cabin before they get caught in a white out.

Guiding her sled over the frozen ground, her lead dog’s attention was drawn to the right. She searched over the expansive white ground to find out what was distracting her, and slowing them from reaching the safety of home. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted something sticking out of the snow. She knew she should press on, but curiosity got the better of her and she changed course to go investigate.

Nothing could have prepared her for what she found.

Lying there, with a layer of snow starting to cover him, was a man. Blood was crusted along his dark hairline and had dried in streaks down his face. He was terribly cold to the touch, but she could feel a faint pulse and see puffs of frozen breath escaping his mouth.

She didn’t have time to wonder who he was or how he got there, and couldn’t just leave him to succumb to the elements, he needed to get warm before his body shut down. With great effort she managed to roll him onto the sled and set course again for her cabin.

What little light that had been left was completely gone by the time she reached home. She unharnessed the dogs and secured them into their kennel before turning back to the stranger, still unconscious on the sled. She wasn’t sure how she’d managed it, but she somehow got him off the sled and into the cabin. Leaving him lying on the floor in front of the fire, she tended to the sled and final tasks before hunkering down for the storm.

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CS top 5

@xerxesrises shared her top 5 CS moments and challenged other to do the same - and I love a challenge…

5: Beanstalk first aid and other wonders

Originally posted by kdanna03

This was the moment I had that little suck in of breath and realised it was time to stop watching this show while I was pottering around doing other things and actually pay attention. I think Emma had the same feeling. I just accepted it sooner. 

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And here’s what you might have missed:

- The second the interview starts, CS and KJA’s arms are linked.

- 00:17 CS makes a face at KJA to make him laugh

- 1:00 CS looks at LR when she talks about their feet hurting, I think he’s trying to see the pain or something and then he just shakes his head probably realizing how SHs are going to see what just happened. A few seconds later he and KJA start talking and then he exaggeratedly looks at LR again, twice and then looks back at KJA. Ergo: “Watch, SHs are going to make a thing about that”

- 1:40 CS hands KJA something, it seems like something that helps with his fidgeting

- 1:50 CS picks his right leg up slightly towards KJA and then thinks better of it and just shakes his leg….I think he was going to rub his leg against KJA’s or something?

- 2:35 KJA is doing something with his hands and CS looks over in a super domesticy coupley way.

- 4:58 LR starts talking and KJA is doing something with his hands it seems and CS plays concerned boyfriend and just looks over making sure everything is okay before listening to LR talk.

- 6:25 They start talking about the casting of Veronica’s ex boyfriend and KJA just kind of stares and then CS turns to KJA and they both start smiling. Probably KJA just thinking about another attractive man joining this cast, I mean, it’s pretty much paradise for anyone who is attracted to men.

- 6:55 The idiot interviewer asks KJA if he just wants to lift up his shirt right now and CS pretty defiantly says “no” which shuts down that topic of conversation very fast.

- 7:52 CS and KJA have a moment. Actually, quite a few moments for the next few minutes

- 9:13 CS smiles at KJA and then they have some conversation that led to both of them smiling for and staring at each other for around the next minute. Not that I like doing this, but let me just mention for you lovely SHs that will read this, this is WHILE LR is talking.

- 11:41 CS just staring at KJA for the entire time he’s talking like KJA is the only thing that exists on the planet.

- 12:41 Alright, this is the big one, so CS says that Archie is hiding “erotic feelings” for Jughead which makes KJ crack up and basically fall onto CS who seems extremely pleased with himself. LR asks why he ALWAYS brings up erotic feelings when talking about KJA, clearly ticked off. CM asks KJA if that was on purpose, like if he and CS planned that response. KJA says no which causes CM to start laughing. Then CC says “Archie and Jughead did have a lot of sleepovers” which causes KJA and CS to break out laughing and based on the next sentence it seems to be cause that’s a topic they bring up a lot. MP freaks out saying “Oh my…don’t…they don’t (pointing at the camera)…you just..yeah…you just…set off a bomb” Seeing as Jarchie fanbase is pretty damn small, they are clearly talking about the two boys laughing in the back.

- 13:27 CS and KJA start laughing and having a conversation

- 14:29 they start another conversation. This time, the interviewer gets pretty annoyed and then proceed to say it was each other’s fault…also like…interviewer, you’re not their parent, I get that you’re a fangirl, but that is SO not your place.

So, yeah, if that doesn’t convince you, nothing will.  I’m going to take a long nap after writing all that out. Toodles.

50 words challenge - Darkness

Chapters: 8/50

AO3   FanFiction.net

A special thanks to  @nothingimpossibleonlyimprobable  

He welcomes the darkness like you’d greet an old friend.

It feels like pulling out an old cloak out of the closet, and finding it still fit, and Hook allows the familiar scent of rum and sea salt to surround him, and the comforting weight on his shoulders to pull him down, down, down.

Within the darkness, there is nothing but internal demons, nothing but little caprice, hundreds of years of heavy burdens , and the burning desire for revenge. He had been there before; the voices whispering in his ears, the despair, the feeling that there is no light, no light, no light. And there is nowhere to run from the thoughts running through his head, from the fears, from all the things he spent the past years trying to bury under the surface, and pretend they don’t define him anymore, that he isn’t this person anymore.

But there is also something else, something he never felt before. Magic. Power. He never asked for it. He disdains it. He resists it. It’s the same power that killed Milah, the same power that took away the woman he loves. And Killian prefers to die than feel it flowing under his skin and polluting his blood system. But he was never strong enough to fight it, and when the bloodthirsty creature inside him wakes up from a deep sleep, Killian needs every power he has to stop it from bursting out in search for fresh meat.

Excalibur’s pull is like hundreds of ropes he struggles to break free from. Once again he feels like a tool in someone else’s hand, and this time it’s Emma holding the sword, Emma who takes away his control. She doesn’t trust him. And that’s all he needs for the doubts to take over, all he needs to form cracks in his heart for the darkness to slip in.

When Emma hands him the sword with shaking hands, and says she does believe in him, it’s too late.

She’s too late.

When you embrace the darkness, there are no more regrets, no more apologies. He doesn’t need to agonize anymore over the things he’d done, no longer needs to be ashamed of the person he was. Hook almost feels relieved. Because trying to be a hero is exhausting and doomed to failure. At least now, he doesn’t need to strive to be someone he’s not.

It’s like a breath of fresh air that’s fills his lungs and clears his mind. His love for Emma blinded him, diverted him from his goal, the revenge he sought for so many years. And now when he isn’t weighed down by the need to be a better person for her, he can see things clearly. He loves Emma. But he can’t let her control him, can’t let her stop him this time.
It’s not fair that once again he is the one that pays the price, the one who fights the darkness while the Crocodile gets a new start, as a hero.

After all those years, Hook can still hear his laugh ringing in his ears, can still feel Milah’s cold hands on his skin and there is no heroism in the creature that did it. He can’t let him get away this time; he had to repay him, for Milah, for Emma, for the person he became.

Before, he still held onto the hope that he deserved a happy ending after all, that with Emma on his side, he could beat the darkness, and they can start building their life together. But he knows now that villains don’t get a happy ending, and the Crocodile must pay.

Other chapters in the series:

Smile, Rain,  Chocolate,  Bells,  Alcohol,  Love,  Moon

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These words are mutually exclusive.


It is just a gay relationship.

By saying erotic as a qualifier for bromance, CS SAID HE AND KJ ARE DATING.



First time being:


CS has tried so many times. SO MANY TIMES.

Will you believe them when they kiss? Or will that just be two straight boys joking too?

This is PATHETIC and embarrassing. I’m embarrassed for you. 

You don’t have to think they are irrevocably together. I know how hard that will be for most of you to accept, but you have to stop saying it’s not a distinct possibility. 

It’s offensive and hurtful.

CS is SCREAMING. He’s trying so hard to say it without using the word boyfriend or gay. 


50 shades of CS project - the list

OK, so I’m just starting this project, but I already have a few requests and hopefully they will inspire more people to send other requests (there are a few that I really want to be asked for, but I’m not telling which for now, lol).

The idea is to send me a situation that happened multiple times so I will be able to characterize each situation as a different shade.

So I thought we will do this properly and make a list of the things already prepared (hopefully it will grow bigger and bigger).

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queenjmo  asked:

CS + 67, pretty please :)

67. “Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with, it just had to be you.”

thankyou, Kat <3 (also, I adore you new URL)

Emma doesn’t have a problem with being cramped up in small spaces - years in the system warrants for being able to become accustomed to fitting yourself under beds and in closets. No, what she does have a problem with is being stuck in a small space with the insufferable man that’s currently smirking at her.

“Of all the people I could’ve gotten stuck in an elevator with, it just had to be you,” she grumbles under her breath.

Usually she’s good at avoiding him, has been exceptionally brilliant at it since the office Christmas party when they’d found themselves in the corner of her office with a treacherous piece of mistletoe above their heads. (It was Ruby who put it there, of fucking course.)

She’d always had some kind of semi-friendly banter with Jones but ever since that night, ever since she’d given in to her urges and pulled him down to her by the back of his neck, ever since she’d not only enjoyed it but wanted to do it again, she’s amped up the irritation tenfold, and become downright hostile.

It doesn’t help that he’s so insistent, keeps sending her ridiculous IMs through the office messaging system and he even dropped off a bear claw for her two mornings ago. She doesn’t know what game he’s playing but she wants no part in it. She’d made it absolutely clear that was a one-time thing, no matter how many times her thoughts attempt to contradict her.

“You wound me, darling,” he gasps through his grin, a hand shooting up to his chest. “And here I thought we could make something of an adventure out of this,” she doesn’t need to look at him to know he’s got an eyebrow quirked up.

Emma just rolls her eyes, “You’re insufferable.” She uselessly taps at her phone to keep her mind (and hands) occupied, despite the little bar on top that reminds her that there’s no signal. He’d pressed the emergency call button though, but the maintenance crew said it would take them close to 45 minutes to get it done.

It wouldn’t be too long now that it was-

She glances at the time on her phone.

-it was only five minutes ago. She groans inwardly and slumps against the wall, keeping her eyes trained at the closed doors.

“What say we play a rousing round of 20 questions to pass the time, hm, Swan?”

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CS AU Week - Another Time Period: 1950s

In which Emma and Killian are best friends who work at a BBC News programme.

“You know, some nice girl needs to rescue you.”

“Who? There’s only ever been you.”

For my darling Julia (@shoedonym​) and her The Hour inspired 50s AU