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In King Lear (III:vii) there is a man who is such a minor character that Shakespeare has not given him even a name: he is merely “First Servant.” All the characters around him – Regan, Cornwall, and Edmund – have fine long-term plans. They think they know how the story is going to end, and they are quite wrong. The servant has no such delusions. He has no notion of how the play is going to go. But he understands the present scene. He sees an abomination (the blinding of old Gloucester) taking place. He will not stand it.

His sword is out and pointed at his master’s breast in a moment: then Regan stabs him dead from behind. That is his whole part: eight lines all told. But if it were real life and not a play, that is the part it would be best to have acted.

—  – C.S. Lewis, “The World’s Last Night”
the quality of mercy (1/1)

Summary: In which Killian confesses to David and Emma. Spoilers for 6x12.

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Words: ~4.3k

Notes: I had a lot of feelings about the end of 6x12.  Title from The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare.  Much love and gratitude to my instrumental wife @ripplestitchskein for reading this through for me.

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The worst of it, Killian thinks, is that for a moment, he doesn’t recall the man’s face.

He was nothing but a liability, standing between his crew and enough riches to carry him from one day to the next, bleeding out a living until he could sink his hook into the crocodile’s neck. And he doesn’t recognize David’s father at first, because he’d been merely one in the stream, one of the nameless voices that whispers to him late at night, or early in the morning, growing louder and louder, until he’s forced out of bed – and out of the endearingly tight circle of Emma’s arms – to wander along the line where the town meets the sea.

Only now, this one has a name, and the longer and harder he peers down at the drawing, the more familiar he seems. Not only from a hazy memory, but from the set of his brow, the swell of his cheeks, features he sees in the man he now calls his friend, and in the woman he longs to call his wife. And here, in the midnight shadows of the home he shares with her, he holds tight to the incriminating pages, a wisp of the darkness still stirring in his heart suggesting he surrender them to the sea.

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Kinda angsty baby comfort fic that just came outta nowhere…

It’s in the way he laughs just a little too loud. And how he doesn’t complain when she has grilled cheese three nights in a row. She sees it in the spotless sheen of their kitchen counter, the trash bags never hitting more than half full before they end up in the outside bin. But most of all she sees it in his eyes, in the tiny slips when he doesn’t realize she can see. When he stops trying so hard to make everything perfect and takes a quiet, calming breath.

He’s scared. He’s fighting against the hands of her fate by trying to control everything within his grasp. He’s exhausted.

Finding him in the kitchen she’s not surprised to see the meticulous placement of the plates in the dishwasher, all aligned with precision without a speck of food to be found. His back is to her at the sink, his hook hanging by his side as his hand scrubs with the sponge at something by the drain she can’t even see. Reaching around him, she presses her chest along his back and absorbs the startled tightening of his muscles at her sudden appearance. He relaxes almost immediately, but not completely.

“I’m almost finished, love.”

She presses a light kiss to the back of his neck as her hand slides down his arm and gently pries the sponge from his fingers. He grunts in protest when she tosses it on the counter, but she weaves her fingers between his and he falls quiet. She holds him like this for a minute, with one arm tight around his waist and the other cradling their joined hands against his chest and she feels a little part of her start to fall apart. She wants to cry at how unfair this is, curse whatever prophecy set her on this path. But she needs to be strong right now so he doesn’t have to be.

When he begins to turn in her arms, she lets him and soon she’s tucked up against his chest and his hand is in her hair as the day old scruff beneath his jaw tickles her forehead. Her heart breaks a little as he practically folds his body over hers, the breath he expels against her shoulder like a levee failing in an overwhelming storm. He doesn’t cry or even speak, just surrenders to the strength of her spine and the love she holds in the arms wrapping him tight. She whispers “I love you” and his fingers disappear further into her hair and his hook digs just a little too hard into the small of her back. 

When he eventually pulls back she doesn’t let him get far, chasing his lips for a quick kiss that he deepens, eventually dragging her from the kitchen and upstairs to their room. The dishwasher stays open and the trash doesn’t get taken out and for the first night in weeks Killian falls asleep first. 


cs winter hiatus memeCaptain Swan in Season 3A

& just who are you, Swan?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Perhaps I would.

Captain Swan fandom (and anybody else who’d like to participate!), come join in on the popcorn fun on Twitter this Sunday during Once Upon a Time! During the episode (or whenever you watch, honestly), tweet a pic of yourself enjoying a nice bowl of popcorn (in whatever way you enjoy it!) using the hashtag #CSPopcornParty!

This is just a super casual thing (no trend attempt) to just spread some love and fun for Captain Swan as a group. So if you’re in on join in on the ‘party’, feel free!!

(And also feel free to reblog or retweet if you’d like!)

there’s beauty in the breakdown...

Set immediately after Emma’s return from the wish realm… (rated M)

There’s a storm coming. He watched the first cloud roll in when her eyes took in only one of her parents in the small crowd of welcome, a poignant reminder of battles still not won. His palm had felt the stiffness of her spine as he walked with her towards her car, a swirl of emotions on full display behind the tightness of her smile. And now, her hand, with knuckles still white from her grip on the steering wheel, moves deliberately from his reach as she leads them into their home. It feels a bit traitorous to find beauty in her rage, but he can’t deny his body’s reaction to her inner fire just waiting to break free.

Pausing inside the door to shrug off his jacket and toe of his boots, he watches as her coat lands on the back of the sofa and her shoes litter the wooden floor at the base of the stairs. As he passes them both his fingers itch to move them to their rightful place, but he, in all honestly, is fearful of her wrath if she were to see him cleaning up after her in this moment. Lengthening his stride to take the stairs two at a time, he finds her in their bedroom closet already ripping at the buttons of her shirt.


She doesn’t respond as her patience with her shirt buttons reaches an end and the offending garment is ripped over her head and tossed on the floor next to the hamper.

“Don’t you dare pick that up.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

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Okay, I’m just gonna say what everyone some people are probably thinking:

If this is maybe, possibly, the last season we have CS then we better be getting THE SEX SCENE TO END ALL PG RATED SEX SCENES after this wedding. Like it better be EPIC. 

I mean, I’m sure it’s been pointed out before but just for kicks

List of people who have had very much implied sex:

  • Snow and Charming
  • Regina and Robin
  • Regina and Graham 
  • The Evil Queen and Rumple (to quote Emma Swan: Eww)
  • Rumple and Belle (multiple times)
  • Zelena and Robin (eww again)
  • Freaking CORA
  • Phillip and Aurora (they made a freaking baby, it counts)
  • my memory’s a bit fuzzy but August? 
  • Possibly Emma and Neal (basically, I mean hotel room + sex = Henry)
  • James and Jack (I mean, come onnnnn)

This list gets kind of less legit towards the end but I’M JUST SAYING. IT’S TIME. I mean, preferably before the wedding we get something, but I’m not going to hold my breath????

I’m such a sucker for this. Just slam dunk me in the trash can. Inspired by this and continuing my blood pact with all of your dentists to give you cavities from how sweet this fluff is.

Set in the six skipped weeks because seriously what the hell went on in Storybrooke then???

killian after the dentist

She’s not a huge medical advocate.

Maybe it’s because she had years and years of shitty doctors and dentists and ophthalmologists while growing up and didn’t even get a taste of what decent care could be like until prison. Maybe it’s because she had better things to spend her money and time on than endless appointments to fix whatever had gotten fucked up in the past.

But that’s her. It’s different for everyone else.

In her false memories, Emma knows that she was the type to drag Henry to the doctor for sniffles. In their year in New York, Emma remembers stubbornly working through a bad cold, but making Henry stay in bed for a week when he caught it. She’d brushed off food poisoning as nothing (damn Walsh and his damn raw foods-slash-vegan-slash-gluten-free restaurants), but took Henry to urgent care when she thought he had appendicitis (which turned out to just be a bad stomachache).

She should have expected this would extend to her boyfriend.

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Later that night....

“Oh, so now you want me to kiss you?”

“Swan, please,” Killian begged unashamedly, sprawled out like a starfish on the big bed. He was completely nude and his hips rocked upwards, desperate to feel her warm mouth on his hard and aching flesh. She’d been tormenting him for what felt like hours, warm breath teasing every square inch of his skin but never actually touching him with her pink tongue or her pink lips…and this was his punishment for his quip in the vault.

“You’re not worried about snake tongue breath?”

She looked up, tongue poking out from between her teeth and a gleeful smile crossing her face at his low curse. Still, it lightened his heavy heart to see the curve of her lips instead of the worry line that was ever present between her brows these days. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair, rings tangling in the long, golden strands, “Emma. Kiss me with that mouth.”

His head fell back to the pillow and a shudder ripped through him when she finally did.

“Besides,” he choked out, cupping the back of her head as her hair spread across his hips and ticked the tops of his thighs, “It’s nothing a little rum wouldn’t fix.”

Fic: I’ll Be Home for Christmas (M)

Author’s note: (Please let this post on the first try!) Yes, a cliched title but it was the only one that fit. I bring you some Christmas smut set in the same canon-esque world as Traditions, Old and New and Santa and the Naughty Princess. Enjoy!

Also posted: FF.net / AO3

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Emma bit her lip as her back lightly thudded against the cabinet. The sounds of the party filtered up the stairs but they were faint compared to the blood rushing in her ears. Killian’s warm solid body pressed intimately against hers, his mouth hot on her throat, hips pinning her in place. She could hardly breathe, let alone think, her body on fire. Her mother’s Christmas party was going on downstairs, they really should have been down there mingling and opening presents. And they tried for a little while. Killian hadn’t even wanted to come; they had their own Christmas Eve tradition and this party was putting a decided crimp in those plans. Emma didn’t really blame him; she loved their tradition too.

But when her mother asked, Emma couldn’t say no. She promised Killian they would only stay for a little bit, that there would be plenty of time for them at home. It would be their first Christmas in the new house; she wanted it to be special. None of this stopped him from giving her the bedroom eyes or teasing her when no one was looking, hence their little side trip to the upper part of the loft. The stated task of finding an extra set of dishtowels was quickly forgotten in their haste to touch one another, an attempt to burn off some of their sexual energy before everyone noticed how much neither was enjoying the party.

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May is very persistent on spending Christmas with Drew one year. Drew refuses and tells her that she should be spending it with her family. But May continues to push it until she has her way, not wanting Drew to spend the holidays alone. Drew gives in saying “Fine. Just this once.” But “just this once” turns into him spending every Christmas with her for the rest of his life.

Wedding Night

In honor of @yeahiliketheredleatherjacket ‘s birthday, I wrote something tiny! Here’s a little fluff from the Unbreakable realm, Happy Birthday, hun!!! <3

Emma sits down on the beach and stares out into the ocean. Everyone in her house is finally asleep so she could sneak out. She knew sleep wasn’t going to come easy, it’s the first night in almost three years her and Killian have spent the night away from each other, so she was prepared. Regina suggested making a sleeping tea for her, but she refused.

You never know with her.

She hears steps behind her and her lips tug up, without looking, she knows who it is.

“Isn’t it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?”

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