ffs how does he look exactly the same two years later

anonymous asked:

we promised to stay friends but we’re doing the same stuff we did when we were a couple and i don’t wanna point it out because i don’t want it to stop - can you do this post-break up prompt , please ?

Title: Hold On

A/N: This one pretty much yelled in my ear to write it until I sat down and just did it. Just a bitty one, riding in at 1.1k. I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Verges sliiiiightly on M territory but pretty much only at the beginning.


It’s when Emma’s hands start on the removal of Killian’s belt that he thinks to stop her, that he thinks ‘this probably can’t end well,’ and that he thinks he’ll stop kissing her long enough to say so. Then again, this is Emma Swan, and she’s kissing him back, and her fingers are just dipping below the waist of his boxers and how could he possibly allow thoughts to stop him from anything at that point?

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lenfaz  asked:

Do you ever wonder if there is a part of Original Killian that is sitting there thinking he has a child (or actually a version of him has a child) and he kind of thinks of her as his(ish). Like it does bring all these thoughts and if it weren't for Emma and the one in the way he'd be there helping his alternate version find their child?

Well, Lena, I believe I told you this would get fic-y…and it did. ~700 words of CS/Daddy!Killian fluff.

“What are you thinking about?”

Killian nearly jumped at Emma’s voice, he’d been so lost in thought. That in itself was odd, considering that usually when they were in this position—sprawled on the couch, Emma’s back to his front and his hand against the steadily growing bump that was kicking his palm harder and harder each day—he could hardly think of anything but his amazing wife and the incredible new life they had made.

They’d found out at that day’s doctor’s appointment that they were having a girl, and they were thrilled. They’d be just as excited with a boy, of course, but the thought of a tiny lass who was the spitting image of her beautiful mother made Killian’s heart leap in ways he didn’t know were possible. But it had also made him think of something else—or rather, someone else out there with a daughter of his own.

“I was just wondering…if he found her yet.”

“If the other you found his daughter?”

“Aye.”

Ever since returning from their trip to help Henry, Killian’s mind had regularly wandered to his alternate self. He wondered how they were doing, and if that Hook had made any progress in locating his own daughter; he sincerely hoped he had.

Killian continued. “I know she’s not technically mine, not like this one,” he explained, caressing Emma’s stomach, “but I can’t help worrying for her, too, even though I know nothing about her.”

To be honest, when his other self had first mentioned her, he felt a slight stab of jealousy that in another timeline, he’d been able to be a father sooner. He had so many questions for the man: Did he feel her move within the womb, like he himself was doing now, or did he not hold her until she was born? Was he there to witness that miracle, or did he not find out about her existence until later? For that matter, was she even his biologically? Or had his alternate self finally atoned for the sins he committed against Baelfire and adopted another lost child?

Were it not for the impending arrival of his own child, it would have been easy to convince Killian to assist his alternate self in finding her; though, he supposed, it was his child that saved him from his other self’s misguided plans in the first place. He knew he was where he was supposed to be, but still—he wished there was something he could do.

“Well, if there’s one thing I know about Killian Jones, it’s that no matter when or where, he’s stubborn and persistent,” Emma mused as she laid her head back against his shoulder and looked up at him.

Killian snorted. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“And though he didn’t technically marry in, he’s still basically part of this family. And what does this family do?”

He smiled. “They always find each other.”

“Exactly. Plus, he’s with Henry. The two of you have found me so many times; there’s no way they’ll fail.”

He couldn’t help but place a kiss against her temple. She might not be the orator her mother was, but Emma always knew what to say to make him feel better. “I love you,” he couldn’t help but murmur.

“I love you, too,” she replied, snuggling against him. “Now does this have anything to do with the chess set I found in the nursery closet?”

Ah, he’d been caught; he blushed at being discovered. “Perhaps a bit. It is a good way to teach strategy, after all.”

“You know she won’t be able to play for, like, five years, right?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being prepared.”

She just giggled at him and shook her head. Oh, was he looking forward to what was to come. Their lives up to this point had been an incredible adventure and he couldn’t wait for it to continue—for the day his babe was in his arms. And he’d eagerly await the news that his other self was in the same position with his daughter.

anonymous asked:

Hey, could you do a fic where Frank finds Karen asleep at her laptop or something and so he puts her to bed, thanks c:

This ended up being influenced by the second trailer so it’s more TP setting than not; hope that’s okay!!

With her chin precariously leaning against the edge of her palm, her other hand’s already fallen to press against the laptop haphazardly. An endless string of G’s roll out on the otherwise blank text document taking up the screen and he doesn’t need to push back her fan of hair to confirm that she’s fast asleep. Micro continues tapping away unperturbed at his desk a couple feet away.

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title: cola with the burnt out taste (laid bare)

rating: t

pairing: klance

tags: set in s3, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff & angst, pre-relationship, haircuts and late night conversation and keith + lance growing closer as paladins. anyway @/dreamworks let! keith! cry!

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“Keith,” Lance says.

“What?” He whirls around to Lance, scowling harshly, but it’s a poor imitation of his usual glare. Lance can recognize when it’s genuine irritation at him and when it’s only misdirected; he’s started to scratch the surface of decoding Keith’s facial expressions and body language, and he knows enough to recognize that this is not annoyance.

This is badly concealed grieving.

“It’s okay to not be fine right now.”

keith and lance try to get used to shiro being gone.

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The Price 7/?

Summary: The Swan and Regina seem unconcerned about the possibility of war coming once more to Misthaven. Killian experiments with magic to slightly less disastrous effects than the last time he was left unsupervised.

Chapter List: One/Two/Three/Four/Five/Six

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tagging @jadeddiva, @artielu, @wheres-your-rum, @kmomof4, @dreadpirateemma, @the-captains-ayebrows, and @thearmorstaysoff

Chapter Seven

It doesn’t take him long to discover there is tension between the two sorceresses he finds himself stuck with in this derelict castle. He rarely sees them in a room together where whatever conversation they’re having doesn’t devolve to an argument, and even away from each other, they seem eager to point out the faults of the other. The Swan is more civil about it, preferring to sway the conversation elsewhere the moment Regina is brought up, but Regina herself seems to hold no such qualms, and Killian finds himself, more often than not, defending the Swan, regardless of whether or not she should be defended.

It’s strange - Regina has quite clearly known her far longer than Killian, and yet, even the qualities which drive Killian to annoyance on a daily basis, when being dissected by this interloper in the castle, are met with a stubborn wall of resistance.

Regina finds it amusing, and seems to find no issue in teasing the both of them about Killian’s ready defense of all the Swan’s least likeable qualities.

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"PUT THE PUPPY DOWN”

A bellarke modern au. Based on the prompt: 77.PUT THE PUPPY DOWN” from this post.


Bellamy gets a dog on a Wednesday. He doesn’t get one per se, more like adopts one. Because, well…. stray, cute and orphaned animals and cute kids are his weakness. And when he hears the whimpering from behind a trash bin in the alley of the kindergarten he works at, he has no other choice but to take it in. Yes, it is a must.

The vet confirms the next morning that the puppy is healthy and that it belongs to no one. He considers leaving it there and let the vet find the puppy a real home, but then it yips and looks at him with those big sad eyes, so. Really, he has no other choice but to adopt it.

He names it Jasper and buys a blanket, toys, food, bowls, a leash and a collar for him.

Raven calls him Fluffball, Clarke calls him Mr Jordan because she knows him too well.

Everyone in his friend group knows about Jasper Jordan. But maybe Clarke is the one who knows all about it - how hard it was on him exactly to say goodbye. Jasper was a kid in Bellamy’s kindergarten class last year; an orphan, and quite possibly his favourite until he moved away with his new foster family.

He loves all his kids but Jasper was all smiles and fluffy hair and really cute with his toothless grin so it was not that hard to grow fond of him.

What matters is that Jasper was (is) a good kid and his foster family seemed to be nice, and Mr Vie wrote him a few times that they were doing fine… so he is not worried anymore.

He has Jasper, the puppy, for over a month now when Clarke storms into his apartment.

“BELLAMY BLAKE!”

Bellamy’s sitting on his couch, in the middle of translating Dante’s Inferno from Italian to Tagalog when Clarke surprises him.

She’s a welcome surprise most of the time. His life gets a little brighter every time she’s around.

Jasper wags his tiny tail eagerly in greeting, yips and hops and runs a circle around Clarke before racing back to Bellamy, almost skidding on the floor.

Jasper jumps on the couch, Bellamy’s work instantly forgotten when he reaches for the puppy to scratch that spot below his ears that he likes.

As he does so, he looks up at Clarke.

Her hair is a mess.

Her hair is always a mess, and he’s kinda really into it (and into her) this way, but he has to admit that her trademark messy bun looks more messy than usual. Like she ran a marathon against the wind.

“What happened?” he asks, worry tainting his voice. He only stays seated because the puppy is rather content the way he’s settled on his lap.

Clarke levels him with a look, which - quite honestly, is a little scary.

“PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN,” she exclaims.

Jasper barks and he hugs him tighter, more out of reflex, and Bellamy yelps in surprise.

“What now?”

She gets rid of her coat as she steps in closer. Her lips are quivering, clearly on the verge of saying something more.

So he lets her.

But an excruciatingly long minute passes in silence and Clarke is still frozen in the exact same position.

“Clarke,” he probes, careful.

Her eyes flick to his, drawing in a quick breath as she talks. “Did you, or did you not tell Finn Collins, my two-timer one-night stand Finn Collins that we are dating?”

Oh. About that -

He has completely forgotten about that.

He knows (more like heard of) Finn Collins because of Raven - and of course he’s heard of the Collincident from Clarke - and when he met (totally by accident) said douchebag a year ago in his favourite coffee shop, and said douchebag had the wits to ask him about Clarke - and if she was dating anyone - of course Bellamy had said, “Actually… She is my girlfriend.”

But it’s been months ago… And, quite frankly, he didn’t think much of it. Little did he know then that he would develop a massive thing for Clarke short after. He just wanted to help.


“Ummmm, sorry?” He says, because … One, he is kind of taken by surprise, and two, what more is there to say now not to sound too desperate. He doesn’t feel bad for telling what he told Finn, but he feels guilty for not mentioning the thing to Clarke.

She huffs and crosses her arms right under her breasts. His eyes track the movement, the way the material of her shirt stretches, accentuating the swell of her …. He shakes his head. He should really not get distracted right now.

“Oh, you are sorry?” Clarke simply stares at him without saying anything more. There’s a clear edge to her voice which he cannot yet decipher.

Shit.

Another long moment later she adds, “Sorry for not telling me, or…  sorry it’s not true?” She sounds…. Not grumpy but kind of hopeful.

Oh.

Oooohhhhh.

He lets go of Jasper and jumps to his feet, practically crossing the room in one giant stride.

He’s watching her for a bit before he nods to himself and pecks her on the cheek.

She laughs, which is a good start and a good sign he thinks.

She bites on her lips and smiles up at him.

Correction. He is sure. She likes him. She really likes him; like … LIKES HIM.

“Now kiss me like a man,” but she doesn’t wait any longer and grabs him by the collar, crushing her lips to his.

Jasper yips and starts running in happy circles around them.


A/N: Thanks for reading!

anonymous asked:

Yes star and Jenna are both princesses who's kingdoms have been enemies for Generations

Of course!!!!! I hope you like the story! I worked really hard on this one lol I’m just not too sure it’s good, so lmk what you think! I hope you like it!


“No, Star. You stay here.” Her mother told her. Star balled up her fists and watched her mother turn to leave with the rest of her companies.

“Mom, I can help!” Star insisted.

“No.” Moon said again. “Star, Kingdom Dark is dangerous. And they don’t like us. You stay here while we renegotiate our non aggression pact.” Moon told her. She turned away and sighed. “I just hope this time it doesn’t end in battle.” She prayed. Star watched her mother leave and huffed. The Dark Kingdom would attack, and Mewni would fight back. That’s always how it went down. But this time Star was going to change that. She bolted up to her room and put a cloak over her bright hair and wrapped it around her body, before slipping out the window and ducking down the side of the castle, running quickly through the woods.

By cutting through the forest she expected to make it to the Kingdom Dark far before her mother and the others, but her journey was interrupted when she collided head-on with somebody. Star rubbed her head and looked up, to see another shockingly similar cloaked figure a few feet away. “Are you okay-” Star began, but cute herself of when she saw the Kingdom Dark’s seal on the other’s cloak.

The other kid looked up and at once recognized Star. “It’s you!” She cried, ripping her hood off. Star gasped when he saw who it was.

“Princess Ordonia. What are you doing in the woods?” Star asked, holding her wand out at the enemy princess.

“I could ask you the same question, Princess Butterfly.” Janna started, taking her mini sword from her belt. Star let out a cry and pushed her wand out, but Janna batted away the spell with her own magic sword.

“What are you doing in my kingdom’s woods!?” Star demanded, getting a blast to hit Janna and push her into a tree. Janna let out a cry and charged forward.

“I was looking for you, but it seems like you had a similar idea.” Janna hissed.

“Why didn’t you go with the rest of the army?” Star asked. Janna fell back and lowered her sword a bit. Star just sighed and lower her wand. “I’m not allowed either.” Star responded, Janna didn’t need to say anything for Star to understand. It was tough being a princess. The two stood there for a moment before putting away their weapons. “You snuck out to find me?” Star asked. Janna nodded.

“Yeah.” She admitted. Star narrowed her eyes at the girl and Janna jumped. “I swear I wasn’t going to hurt you… right away.” Janna added this last part meekly. “Our parents have been negotiating for years and nothing has gotten done. I wanted to hear what you had to say.” Janna continued. Star fell back a little.

“You… wanted to hear my opinion?” She asked. Janna nodded and Star looked down. “I’ve never been allowed to give an opinion on this.” Stat sighed. Janna did as well and sat next to her against a tree.

“Me neither.” She spoke. “God! My mother is so annoying!” Janna finally snapped. “She always says this tuff is to keep me safe and do what’s right, but I can decide that for myself!” Janna complained. Star just laughed a little bit.

“Tell me about it. Everything my mother does she says it’s for the best, but she never answers my questions or lets me in. Everything is still a big mystery!” Star exclaimed, hopping up from her seat. Janna nodded and kept rambling on her own pace.

“And then when I try to help she says I don’t know enough about the situation!” Janna explained. “I would know if she would tell me and let me work on these things with her!”

“Exactly.” Star agreed. “I’m a princess! I’m not helpless, I can handle it.” She continued. “Sometimes I just feel so…” Star made a face and trailed off.

“Trapped.” Janna finished her sentence and leaned against the tree. Star nodded and leaned next to her. “So I snuck out to find you, what did you sneak out for?” Janna asked. Star looked over at her and shrugged.

“I didn’t have a plan to be honest. I just felt like I should be doing something.” Star admitted. “I couldn’t stay away if my kingdom needed me.” She looked up at Janna, who was smiling a little bit.

“I know the feeling. It’s hard when you want to help, but you can’t really do anything without your mother getting angry.” She huffed.

“My mother says she’s always angry.” Star laughed. This made Janna burst out in laughter for some reason, and for a while the two princesses stayed in the woods, laughing together and complaining about their royal duties and life in a castle.

“I hate being treated like I’m helpless by all the knights!” Star continued. “They always say to protect the princess. Uh, hello? I have a magic wand!” She waved it back and forth. “I can take care of myself.” She huffed.

“I hear you.” Janna assured. “I’m the best swordsman in my entire kingdom! But the guards still tell me I need a bodyguard to walk in the garden.” Janna complained, swinging the glowing sword back and forth. “I’d like to see anybody try and get past me.” She laughed. Star rolled her eyes.

“Is that a challenge?” She asked. Janna just laughed.

“No, I wouldn’t dream of challenging you, princess.” Janna assured.

“And why is that?” Star asked. “You scared I’ll win?” She asked with a cocky smirk and crossed her arms. But Janna just grinned.

“Yup. I don’t think I could bring myself to cut such a pretty face.” Janna simply said, playing with her blade Star froze and the heart on her cheeks started to glow a bright red. “I’ll catch you later, princess. If my mom gets back and sees I’m not in my room I’m dead.” She began to walk away before turning back. “But hey, meet me here tomorrow?” Janna asked.

“S-sure.” Star agreed, holding her wand tighter. Janna gave her wave and ducked out, leaving Star to pull her hood over her face and run home as well.

sinner, sinner

as the culmination of my fall, not from heaven but directly ass first into the lucifer/deckerstar trashcan, i give you what i had a desperate, desperate need for: smut. yes, children, it is explicit. enjoy.


The first thing Chloe notices, as she advances into the dim penthouse with gun in one hand and flashlight in the other, just waiting for something to jump out at her from behind the glass rack, is the strange red haze in the air. She assumes it must be one of Lucifer’s mood lights – maybe he’s just trying out new design options, though this place always feels more like an exclusive VIP lounge to her than one where anyone actually lives. That’s probably the point. He orbits through this gilded birdcage, but he doesn’t really stay. Doesn’t settle. Has his personal bar, his piano, his bed with its black silk sheets, the windows that look over downtown Los Angeles for miles. A sea of earthbound stars, splendid and glittering. Just as beautiful and remote and soulless as he is.

Chloe doesn’t see any immediate source for the red glow, which is strange, but not any more than the other things that tend to happen around him. She flicks her flashlight from corner to corner. “Hello?” she shouts. “LAPD! Anyone here, come out where I can see you!”

Still nobody. She reaches for the light switch and hits it, hoping to bring up the usual blue lights – which appear, somewhat belatedly, but still does not disperse the haze. They’re both convinced they saw someone come up here – someone in the crowd at Lux, scampering up the stairs like a fleet dark shadow, and with (supposedly, at any rate) the Mother of Demons on the loose, both of them are a little on edge. Well, Lucifer more than a little. She can see it in his eyes, and the way he’s downright skittish, the one thing Mr. “Bulletproof Abs, Literally” Morningstar never is. His method of dealing with it has been to be even more glib and annoying than usual, as they’ve crisscrossed L.A. in search of leads for a series of strange disappearances. They’ve also encountered a number of beautiful, mysterious women whom Lucifer has been more than happy to tell her that he slept with, and Chloe’s found herself reacting to them a bit, well, strangely. She should be interrogating them coolly and professionally, seeing if they know anything, taking statements, but instead she’s being even shorter than formal police protocol would necessitate. Finding excuses to introduce herself as Lucifer’s partner (business partner, her head corrects her, but the words never quite make it out of her mouth). Putting a hand on his arm, positioning herself next to him, between him and them. If she started suspecting everyone he’s done the nasty with, she’d be at loggerheads with half of Los Angeles, and it’s ridiculous anyway. But nonetheless, no matter how hard she tries to shove it down and switch it off, to get on with what’s in front of them, some small part of her is very well aware of the truth.

Chloe is really fucking jealous.

Now, as she looks from side to side but still doesn’t see anyone or anything moving in the shadows of the apartment, she’s on the verge of deciding it was just a mistake. She’ll put the badge and the gun and the flashlight away and go back downstairs to Lux, tell Lucifer to check his wiring. (He’ll say his wiring is fine, would she like to see?) Or maybe he won’t. He’ll have another beautiful anorexic Slovenian supermodel on his arm (he always has one of those these days) and won’t even spare it a thought. Or spare her a thought, thank her for heading up here to check, gratis. Bring the supermodel up here instead. Tumble her into the black sheets, just like however many others. Chloe will go home, as usual, and try not to think about it.

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Come back, be here

Childhood friends that keep getting separated and meeting again and again until they realise that maybe – just maybe – they’re meant to always find each other AU.


A/N: Just in time for CS AU Week, though I honestly have no clue what today’s theme is. I’ve just been meaning to write this for a while and thought now was as good a time as any. Based on real life events because of reasons. (Oops?)

And this is when the feeling sinks in,
I don’t want to miss you like this
Come back,
Be here

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She is six years old when she meets him for the first time, the boy with eyes bluer than the sky, and a smile that makes her want to hug him tight for some reason she is yet too young to even conceive.

It’s the first grade and it’s the first time Emma starts to believe there might actually be a family in the world who could want her. Her foster father tucks her in every night with a kiss, and her foster mother has a soft voice and kind arms, arms that hold Emma when is afraid of stepping out of the car and into the very scary world of primary school.

She’s never had the ability to make friends easily in her previous group homes, and she really doesn’t want her first real family experience to be overshadowed by any mean kids in her class.

It’s a whole different story, however, for the kids she meets are anything but.

Emma silently sends a thank you up to the sky, towards that bright, tinkling star that must have heard her wish the night prior. And before she even finds Mrs Lucas, the widow who apparently goes by “Granny” and will be teaching her that year, she is greeted by a girl with raven hair and a warm smile, and an excitement to her that grabs Emma by the hair and pulls her towards their classroom.

“Hi I’m Mary Margaret and you’re Emma right?”

“Ye-”

“Well Granny told me my job was to find you as soon as you walked into the school and I nearly missed you, do you always walk with your head down like that? Anyway that one right there is our classroom and- oh no, we’re going to be late we should probably run come on, yeah keep walking your seat is the one next to mine on the front and-”

She thinks it more than a little funny how the overly eager girl doesn’t seem to take a breath at any point between introducing herself, rushing Emma into the room and past a few rows of desks, and finally indicating the seat she was supposed to take beside her own.

“Thank you,” Emma breathes out a little overwhelmed as she sits beside Mary Margaret, Granny shortly after introducing her to her classmates with a reassuring hand on her shoulder and a smile.

She takes a deep breath before turning around to glance at the other kids, and that’s when she sees him.

A mop of jet black hair moves up to reveal the brightest eyes Emma has ever seen sitting in the desk right behind hers, and she has no idea why, but when he blinks a few times and beams at her, she just-

Her mouth is suddenly dry, and she doesn’t even know if he heard her muttered hi until his smile somehow grows wider. He replies with a hello that takes her breath away before he even tells her his name is Killian. Something about the way he speaks sounds very different than anyone else she’s ever heard talking, and she’s about to ask him why that is when she hears Granny clearing her throat. She gives him a shy smile before turning around in her seat and realising with reddening cheeks that she had probably spent too much time staring at him, all mouth agape and wide eyes, instead of paying attention to the teacher’s words.

Emma doesn’t know it yet, but it’s an innocent mistake she will find herself helplessly making again and again as she grows closer to the boy who sits behind her in class and makes her feel so… happy when she’s around him.

Having never formed solid friendships before, Emma will guess she is finally learning what it feels like when you have real friends.

(She’s not entirely wrong, but she’s not completely right either.)

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Have the times changed?

Alright you all knew this was coming (and again, blame @faeries-everywhere​ ‘cause she inspired this) and technically y’all asked for it so topic of rambling analysis today: Jotaro Kujo and impossibility.

Title inspired by the comment on this post (i know it was a joke but it’s actually a good launchpad LOL)

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No Time to Waste

Brittany’s Time Machine (vol 2) becomes very useful when Blaine finds his soulmate in 2087. He’s 19. Kurt’s 94. 

Warning for suicidal thoughts.

It was easy enough job and Blaine really needed the extra cash. Most of the people in the retirement community were still very independent considering their age and it had less to do with development of modern medicine than with their attitudes towards getting older. Blaine would help them with grocery shopping and such, he’d read to those whose eyesight wasn’t the best anymore and spend time with those whose family was long gone. He enjoyed the stories of the past, and the old people enjoyed his company.

He had been working at St. John’s Home for Elderly for about two months when a new resident was added to his list of daily visits. Kurt Hummel. The name rang a bell but Blaine couldn’t quite place it. Curious, he lost his morning game of chess with Harriet a little quicker than usually and was knocking on Mr. Hummel’s apartment door a slightly earlier than scheduled.

“Come in!”

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2015 CS FIC REC MASTER POST

I decided to make a list of my favorite Captain Swan fanfiction I read in 2015. This is the year I really got into the fandom and the year I started reading fanfic for it. So, some of these will have been written before this past year. But 2015 is when I fell in love with them. I’m only including completed works here since this list is massive already, and I’ll do another post with WIPs I love. Some are well-known and others aren’t, and most descriptions are those provided by the author.

My all-time favorite is Halfway by @charmingturkeysandwich. (Rated M.) A multi-chapter modern AU take on Captain Swan that has smut, fluff, angst, friendship, and romance. It’s just so real – the fights, the making up, and the humor are all so true to life. Not to mention my favorite fan depiction of Ruby. I think I’ve read this story four times, and it won’t be the last. (Keisha, you are so great.)

Another fave is Sometimes It Hurts by @captain-k-jones​. (M) It’s a divorce AU, but the angst is delicious and deserved, and the pay-off is so worth it. 

My other completed loves are below the cut.

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Can’t start a fire without a spark

Yay, I finally managed to finish one of my thousand WIPs! This one was inspired by this glorious post. Yes, there’s a Veronica Mars reference, but I promise there will be no painful parallels, just fluff. 


Octavia and Clarke have been friends for years, so there’s not a lot either of them can do or say to shock the other. But this time once Clarke has voiced her newest request, Octavia actually goes quiet for several long seconds.

”You need me to do what?“

”I need you to get me a man.“

”For… breakfast? Marriage? Changing a lightbulb?“

”To pretend to be my longterm partner so I can infiltrate my arch-enemy’s study and prove that his methods are flawed.“

“Emerson? That douchebag is still around?”

“And still cashing in on research grants with his highly unethical projects. He needs to be stopped.”

“So of course you’re the one for the job.”

“Well someone has to do it.”

“And now you need a second person with a hero complex to match yours.”

“He could also just be broke. The study’s paid.”

“I have just the guy for you. But if I make him do it, you can’t turn him down.”

“Why, who do you have?”

“You’re not going to like it. But it will be perfect.”

Clarke can practically hear the smirk in her friend’s voice, and dread rises within her.

“You can’t mean….”

“Bellamy!” Octavia shouts excitedly, as if this was a good idea.

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CSJJ Day 20: Right Where We Are

Day 20 of @csjanuaryjoy is my spin on this lovely prompt:  “You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.

Word count: 6426 | Rated T

Also on AO3 and FF.net


She notices him on the first day of class.

It’s hard not to, considering she’s late (as usual), and the only seat available is in the middle of the room, right next to his. The professor- Mills, she thinks is her name- pauses in the middle of her sentence when Emma walks in, glancing at the clock and then giving her what could only be described as a death glare for coming in almost ten minutes after class began. Heat colors her cheeks as she mumbles an apology and makes her way toward the empty seat, not paying much attention to the other students around her. She sits down and quietly removes her things from her bag in an attempt to stay inconspicuous, failing when her only pencil rolls off of the desk onto the floor. She stifles a curse as she watches it roll away from her, knowing she’ll only piss her professor off even more if she has to leave her seat to get it.

Emma’s about to get up and go after it anyway- she can’t take any notes without it, and Mills already has several up on the Power Point- when she catches the person beside her sticking out a foot to stop its rolling as they lean down to retrieve it and place it back on her desk. Mumbling a quick “thanks”, she opens her notebook to the first blank page and tries her best to focus on whatever Mills was rambling on about before she came in and interrupted her.

Less than five minutes later, she’s come to the conclusion that paying attention in this class was going to be much harder than she thought. It’s not really a surprise; she has absolutely no interest in Economics, and only signed up for the class in order to fill one of her few remaining gen eds before she graduates at the end of the semester. The rest of the class time is divided between taking lackluster notes and sneaking glances at the pencil returner on her left. Emma tries not to let her gaze linger, only looking long enough to see a head of dark, messy hair that matches his five o’clock shadow, and the cluster of tattoos covering the majority of his right arm. It’s enough to have her intrigued, very intrigued if she’s being honest with herself, but the voice in the back of her head reminds her that there are much more important things to focus on in the middle of a lecture than the mysterious guy in the next seat over.

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Final Fantasy XV Kingsglaive Long Summary & Review [SPOILERS]

I managed to watch the Final Fantasy XV Kingsglaive movie twice so far here in Tokyo, and to put it short, the movie is AMAZING. I went in thinking it was going to be a movie that was visually appealing but with a kind of crappy storyline, but it was anything but that! Here’s my long summary/review of the movie (tons of spoilers ahead)~

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 75: The Music of the Heart Soulmate Finder, pt. 1

Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 75: The Music of the Heart Soulmate Finder, pt. 1

Pairing:  Captain Swan

Rating: T

Summary:  A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring  Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all  swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to  Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown  out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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CS Genre: soulmate au

Are you lonely?  Tired of the dating scene?  Ready to find your soulmate and settle down?” came the over-excited voice from the TV on the other side of the apartment common room.  “Have I got a deal for you!  For just two easy payments of $19.99, you can be the proud owner of the Music of the Heart Soulmate Finder™!”

“Emma, have you seen this?”  Mary Margaret called from her perch on their sofa.  

“A smarmy infomercial salesman trying to peddle his crap to gullible lonely people?” Emma asked, never taking her eyes from her laptop where she had just picked up a promising lead on her latest skip.  “Yeah, I’ve seen plenty of those.  Thanks.”

Mary Margaret tutted. “Emma, you’re always so distrustful!”

“Yeah, kind of comes with the bail bonds person gig,” Emma said, clicking open another tab on her browser. “Something about going after the scum of the earth on a daily basis kind of makes a person lose her faith in humanity.”

The infomercial droned on, happy couple after happy couple giving their testimonials about how the “Music of the Heart Soulmate Finder” brought them together and changed their lives. Emma rolled her eyes.  Soulmates!  The whole concept was a joke.  There was no such thing as a soulmate.  No such thing as one person designed specifically for you.  

In her experience, even regular, ordinary love was a fairy tale.

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[You’ve Got Mail AU, pt 4] forget about it, honey.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

note: deepest apologies for taking so long with this. I made a post here giving some explanation why it took me so long to pick this back up and talking about some changes to the previous parts. Hope you’ll still enjoy!


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Regina has never found pleasure in going to parties the way her mother had expected her to, the way her mother used to — as an occasion to lobby, make a statement and wear truly intimidating jewellery. Growing up, she’d always been happy to stand in the corner and keep her father company during the parties she was allowed to attend. Later on, as the daughter who’d bartered her Ivy League education for an unplanned pregnancy before her college degree was even finished, Regina had been mostly able to avoid such affairs altogether. From the moment Henry was born, Regina had felt her time could be better spent with her son and, on the other side of the equation, Cora had been only too happy to keep her out of sights.


This particular event lacks the blood-thirsty buzz of the parties her mother would have considered prime business opportunities. It is only a small a birthday celebration for one of her late father’s closest friends, and Regina is only here out of respect for man. Even so, she draws the line at staying for exactly two hours. Not one minute longer. For one, being a single mother and a CEO requires rigorous time management. And secondly, even at a party like this, two hours is quite enough to be assaulted by at least five different people (with different levels of good intentions) with seemingly harmless questions about Storybrooke Castle’s newest strategies. The type of inquiry guaranteed to put Regina ill at ease and keep her on guard.

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Boo At The Zoo

I received no less than four messages harassing me about my tags on a Halloween with Ginny Baker post I made, so this is your fault. Credit to the better of two hashtags in this fic goes to @this-too-too-sullied-flesh and credit for Mike feeling things goes to @ohmyohpioneer​. You are both awful people for making this fic happen.

“Tell me why, exactly, I’m doing this Halloween with the Animals thing again?”

“It’s called Boo At the Zoo, Baker, and it’s a goddamn tradition, so you’re gonna grit your teeth and bear it. Do it with a smile on your face.”

The way her lips slide across her teeth is more of a grimace than anything else, but Mike ignores it. Of the two of them, Mike had never expected to be the one who became over enthusiastic about anything, but here they were - half the team wrangled in by Mike’s this-is-not-a-negotiation speech about helping out the community, spending the third weekend of their off season riding a bus to the zoo like a bunch of twelve-year-olds.

Not making it into the post season hadn’t exactly been great for team morale, and usually Mike would walk it off, let everyone stew for a while, but he’d spent the first week off being told by no less than a thousand doctors (Sue him, he exaggerates. It’s his thing. Another one of his things.) one obnoxious fact - his knees are shot, his back is only going to get worse, and if he makes it to forty without surgery they’ll personally name him a miracle of modern medicine. And instead of stewing in that delicious pot of angst and self loathing, Mike had decided to try team building activities instead.

He’s ignoring it. In major denial. Completely unhealthy, what he’s doing, but hey, he actually saw Duarte smile five minutes ago, so at least there’s that.

“Boo At The Zoo. Seriously, old man?”

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Resolution

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Emma feels like celebrating with the rest of Storybrooke. Unfortunately, Killian would rather be anywhere but the party. It breaks Emma’s heart when she finds out why. 

(Starts sexy, gets angsty, ends fluffily.)

[Ao3]

Her dress is a tiny lace thing, deep red and almost certainly slightly shorter than one would expect a mother of a thirteen-year-old boy to own. Emma bought it on a whim, its color catching her eye as she maneuvered around the crowed department store searching for some last-minute Christmas gifts. The dress, itself, had been priced a little out of her preferred range, but after the year she had just experienced, Emma reasoned she deserved to splurge on herself a bit. Besides, she had thought with a grin, she could easily spin it as some sort of gift for her pirate. He always compliments her when she wears red.

Judging by the way he is placing open-mouthed kisses up the column of her neck, his fingers playing with the hem of the aforementioned dress, her earlier musings were not misplaced.

“We could stay in tonight…” Killian murmurs against her skin, hand and hook nudging her backwards toward the bed, “…begin this new year in a rather pleasurable fashion.”

He cants his hips against hers for emphasis. Pirate.

“I’m sorry, but no.”

Had it been any other night, he might have held sway over her; however, tonight is not any such night, and his argument falls on deaf ears. Ignoring the wave of heat pooling low in her belly, Emma breaks their embrace, earning a strangled whine from Killian. She ducks out of his arms and makes her way to check on her makeup and hair in the mirror, hoping it isn’t too mussed from his ministrations.

“I already promised my parents that we’d make some sort of appearance at the party. They’re starting to complain that we’re spending too much time holed up in here, and not enough time, you know, interacting with the real world.”

As if what they are doing is so wrong. 

(It’s not.)

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anonymous asked:

Outlaw queen: awkward teenage 7 minutes in heaven au!

i had to google seven minutes in heaven in order to write this.

but i will dub this: seven minutes in couples therapy (or the seven longest minutes ever cause wow they talked a lot).

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Okay, first things first: Tink is dead once Regina gets out of here - not tv dead-but-if-you-didn’t-see-a-body-could-pop-back-at-any-time dead, actually dead dead.

Second. Yes, fine. It’s true. She did have a crush on him but that was almost three years going on a century ago and who didn’t have a crush on him then? He’d been the new boy in town, complete with sky-blue eyes and that British politeness that’s quite frankly offensive. Every girl in school, if not in the district and the nation, had a crush on Robin Locksley at some point.

(Not to mention some boys, and even Tink back when her friend was still fast and furiously figuring out her sexuality.)

So what. Point is, it doesn’t mean anything. Regina had been fourteen and an idiot.

Oh, and a third thing — “Don’t even think it,” she says out loud as soon as the door is closed behind them, with a tone to tell him in no uncertain terms that he’d better stay on his side of the fence.

“Pardon?”

“This?” Regina says, waving her hand in the small space between them. “Is not gonna happen.”

“Ah,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets and curling his shoulders in. “I wouldn’t have assumed - I… wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” she all but spits back at him.

Robin furrows his brow but makes no comment on that. He looks confused, floored even, by her attitude.

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