Please note: this is not my entire collection! That would be far too many for me to review (but it’s an awful lot of them). Also the reason why I haven’t included small summaries for the fanfictions in this list - sorry! These are fanfictions that I really enjoyed/reccommend: if you want my entire collections, please check out my AO3 and FF.net collections, respectively. Thank you!
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.
They walked hand in hand, scarcely able
to believe it. It had been less than hour since Killian’s miraculous
return and he still felt the urge to pinch himself. Emma wouldn’t let
him go; one of the reasons it took them so long to even get this far
was her tendency to stop them and pull him into a kiss. Or two. Or
three. Not that he was complaining. But she was cold and tired and he
just wanted to get her indoors.
He frowned as she gently drew them to a
stop about ten feet from Granny’s entrance. “Killian, please don’t
take this the wrong way.”
“That’s never a good way to start a
She glanced at Granny’s; she could just
make out her family inside. “Would you mind…waiting out here?
Just for a minute? Regina’s kinda fragile right now and I’d like to
keep the fireballs to a minimum.”
He pressed his lips together and
nodded. “I’m sure the Widow Lucas would appreciate your
It almost got her to smile. She pulled
him into a hug and kissed his cheek. “Five minutes. Then follow me,
because I’m sure everyone will want to welcome you back.”
Killian Jones is a pirate captain down on his luck after a falling out with the Evil Queen. Emma Swan just found out she is the Savior. Their shared goals bring them on an epic quest to liberate the kingdom once and for all. It’s a lot easier said than done.
“So, let me get this straight,” Emma starts, still trying to digest all the information that was just thrown at her. Killian’s hand is still a steady weight in hers. They’re still standing in the dungeons. “You managed to convince a hoard of Regina’s knights to turn over to our side?”
“Well, it was more of a -”
“Convincing them not to kill us,” David finishes Killian’s sentence with a self-aware shrug. “It’s going to be a mess to figure out, but it beat them getting down in the dungeons and distracting you and Merlin from Regina.”
“Or killing us,” Guinevere adds helpfully. “That would have been much worse. Killian might have saved all of our lives.”
Emma can only gape, trying to picture the scene and failing. Killian has always been good with speeches - the night he told her he loved her is still burned into her mind, it’s as much of a steady source of strength as he promised to be - but the fact that he miraculously managed to prevent dozens of guards from going at his throat with the sheer power of his accent and her parents’ input is a little much to swallow. She turns her head to look at Killian, but his eyes are on his shoes and the tips of his ears are a familiar shade of embarrassed red.
Author’s note: So this is kind of a sequel to ‘Yo Ho Ho.’ It’s Killian/Emma/Hook smut, so if that’s not your thing, feel free to skip. Dedicated to captainswanapproved who’s drowning in school work. Enjoy!
And a Bottle of Rum
Emma giggled on her way up the
gangplank. Her heels thudded on the ancient wood, Killian right
behind her. She felt warm and giddy, not to mention slightly
tipsy. Which was to be expected when dating a pirate she supposed.
caught her around the wrist with his hook, pulling her against his
chest. “I didn’t say we were finished, love.”
clutched at his lapel for balance, a knowing smile on her lips. “I
believe I was promised a nightcap, Captain.”
you were.” He licked his lips just before he kissed her, a bit
sloppy, a bit wet, but perfect all the same. His hand and hook
trailed along her sides, coming around her waist, fingers toying with
the ends of her hair. He was obsessed with the golden strands, always
touching, stroking. Sometimes he’d pull on them just right
and send her into a frenzy.
Emma fidgeted, nervously tugging the
hem of the leather. What was she thinking?
This was a horrible idea! Killian would walk in here and just laugh
at her. She was certain of it. Flopping down on her back, she covered
her face with her hands, wishing herself anywhere else. Anything but
this horrible terrible
idea she’d had about surprising her pirate. Why would she have ever
dreamed this was a good idea?
Because you’re horny and desperate
and this town never lets you breathe,
that much was true. Ever since Killian came back (she didn’t like to
think about where he had come back from, better to imagine him on
some awful vacation), they’d been trying to find some time to
themselves, to relearn each other and just revel in the fact that
they were True Love. Something else
Emma found extraordinary. A few years ago she refused to believe love
existed, let alone True Love. But Killian? He loved her. He loved her
with everything he had, his heart, his soul, his body.
ok so I was giving @naggyfriend an enormous list of my fave YGO fics from my ff.net and a03 collections, and I guess I should probably make my own version of the giant list
KEEP IN MIND THOUGH that you’ll have to look for the fics on my favourites lists yourself (which I am linking however) - there’s just too many for me to link individually, but I’ve included the name and author of them so yeah
[Last updated April of 2016, I need to update it!]
Author’s note: After many months of waffling, I’ve finally written a priest!Killian story. Blame @jscoutfinch and @optomisticgirl. Ladies, this is for you! Warning: if you’re easily offended or very religious, you may want to skip this. Dirty with some sacrilegious themes. Otherwise, enjoy!
Killian scrubbed his hands over his
face. Midnight Mass was in two hours, but it might as well be two
minutes. In his distracted
state, he was sure to mess something up. He’d participated in the
Mass several times since taking his vows, would have sworn he could
do it in his sleep. But that was before. Before he’d come to this
parish, before he’d broken his vows, before he met a certain blonde
that any of this was her fault. He was the one with a sacred vow. He
was the one who fantasized about her. He was the one who couldn’t
So what if this play was turning into a parody of a tragedy? So was high school. FrostCup/HiJack AU (or a high school rendition of Rome and Juliet with an all-male cast. Hiccup’s [forced to be] Juliet so naturally, Jack signed up to be Romeo.)
Ah, yes, it’s Sunday once again. This week, a one-shot that I wrote at the request of @optomisticgirl. Since it’s part of my one-shot collection on FF.net, Displays of Affection, it doesn’t have a summary, but it’s based around the scene below and what happens immediately before it.
Remember this hotness and the growl? God bless Colin O’Donoghue and his acting choices.
So, ever wonder what happened just before this moment and the growl that accompanied it?
Collected the color meme challenge sketches I’ve done so far as daily sketch subjects. Fran from FFXII, Pines twins from Gravity Falls, Garnet from Steven Universe, and Marvel’s Scarlet Witch (with my own design flair).