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snowbellewells · 2 years ago

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@booksteaandtoomuchtv I apologize for being so slow catching up on this - story of my life lately! 😜 - but this story just gets better and better! I’m so excited to see Emma opening up to Killian and finally giving their love another chance. It was lovely to see her prepping for the date with her “sisters”, and just the nervous excitement and anticipation she was feeling, letting go of some of what had held her back in the past.

Of course, that made Neal’s sudden appearance outside the restaurant and the way that he accosted her all the more of a rude awakening and shock. How did he scatter her magic so effectively? What might he have done if Emma hadn’t managed to knee him and run? What does he want? It worries me that he seems so powerful, and he can’t be up to anything good…

I loved how Killian took her to safety though. His care and his reaction were the perfect contrast to Neal’s, as you illustrated beautifully here: “"Is this okay?" Killian asked, indicating his intent to place his hand between her shoulders to help guide her to the car. It was a casual touch like so many between them, almost habitual, but tonight it felt like a lifeline, pulling her back to safety...”

Witchy Woman (3/10)

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Summary: When Emma came into her position as Storybrooke Coven Leader, she ended things with the powerful Vampire Overlord, Killian Jones. She’s spent over a decade working alongside him and ignoring the growing tension between them.

During his best mate’s wedding, Killian decides he is done waiting. He is ready to have his mate back in his arms (and bed) again. Emma is not an easy woman to woo, but Killian has never backed down from a challenge.

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tagging: @anmylica, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4 , @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert

Author Note: Thank you so, so much to @ultraluckycatnd. I am sure commas haunt you in waking and sleeping hours.

“What the hell was I thinking?” Emma muttered to the clothing piled on her bed. The clothing offered no response. She wasn’t sure what she expected given this particular pile of useless clothing seemed incapable of being helpful in the ways that clothing should actually be helpful. None of the dresses seemed to fall right, the shirts seemed too professional or too casual, and the skirts merely mocked her with their soulless neutrals and business styles. She didn’t date and the clothing that refused to cower under her darkest glare was a testament to the decade she spent prioritising her career over most everything else.

A light knock on her bedroom door sent her heart racing. She whipped around to see Elsa pushing open the door a bit more. Elsa’s eyes widened at the scene before her. “Good. You aren’t nervous about tonight, then.”

“Ridiculous, isn’t it?”

“Not at all.” Elsa gave her a reassuring smile. “You’ve been protecting your heart for so long. Letting yourself be vulnerable with Killian isn’t going to be easy. But, I think it’ll be worth it.” She tugged a crimson dress from the pile and handed the hanger to Emma. “This one is perfect.”

“Thanks." Taking the proffered dress, Emma attempted a smile. "I wish I were as certain as you were…"

"I am not telling you what I saw," Elsa's tone was final.

Emma huffed out an annoyed breath and slipped the dress over her head. The red silk flowed gently to her knees, the deep plunge of the neckline and clenched waist was exactly the balance between flirty and sexy she was seeking. “It would be so much easier if this were actually a first date. There is just all this…,” she paused, searching for a way to summarise over a decade of yearning and regretting the decision she made, even as she continued to believe she’d made the correct one, “history.”

Elsa raised her eyebrows. “Is ‘history’ what you call over a decade of ignoring whatever it is that burns whenever you two are in a room together?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“What happened to Aunt Ingrid was awful, but you can’t let it stop you from finding happiness.”

Their aunt had been a powerful witch who’d fallen for a vampire who was hungry for that power. He courted her, dazzling her with his adoration of her, showering her with gifts and praises, waiting for the day she would trust him above all others. When she surrendered to him and allowed him to drink from her, he drank even after she demanded that he stop. He kept drinking until he had consumed enough to make her powers his. At the loss of her power, Ingrid had become a hollow ghost of herself.

“I know,” Emma sighed. “Well, I think I know.” The fear of a similar loss still sat like a heavy boulder in her chest. Emma could not imagine a fate worse than losing her powers and having to navigate life without the constant companionship of her magic. The connection between her and the power flowing through nature all around her was as deeply a piece of her as the relationships with her sisters. Living without it would be like living without her heart.

Elsa made a small noise of understanding. “Killian’s a good one.”

“Yeah, I should probably put an end to his waiting.” Emma checked her reflection one more time before leaving to meet said vampire for dinner.

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Killian was seated comfortably in the booth tucked in the back of the busy restaurant. He was nursing a strong pour of spiced rum and watching busy tables in an effort to pass the time until Emma arrived. He watched the patrons as they enjoyed their meals; couples chatting about their days, urging each other to try a bite of their meal, and enjoying the restful quiet which accompanies people so familiar with each other they no longer feel threatened by the absence of noise or distraction. Closing his eyes against the yearning that gripped his heart, Killian took a long pull of the burning liquor to steady himself. Emma was late, but that was like her. It did not mean she wasn’t going to come.

I can’t take the chance that I am wrong about you. Her words from that night echoed in his head, clear as the moment she’d spoken them and ended their courtship without allowing him a single word to challenge her decision.

Yesterday, when she pushed her way into his office, he’d taken that as evidence she was ready to take that chance on him. After over a decade of working alongside her and adhering to her strict boundaries, even when she crossed them, he hoped that he’d earned her trust. But as another minute ticked by, he grew more certain she reconsidered.

“Can I get you anything else, sir?”

Killian brought his focus to the young man - vampire - now standing at the end of his table. “Another drink would be welcomed.”

“Right away,” the waiter lingered a moment. His voice lowered so only Killian could hear him. “Sire, there is a vamp outside that…”

“I’ll see to it,” Killian said, interrupting whatever explanation that followed. “Forget the drink,” he said as he stepped from the booth and paid for the drinks he already consumed. His jaw muscles jumped as he strolled toward the exit, annoyance rolling from him in waves. Emma hadn’t shown up, but he could think about that after he dealt with whatever asshole was causing trouble outside of the restaurant.

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Emma hurried toward the restaurant where she knew Killian would be waiting for her, halfway through his first drink. She was trying to think of a ridiculous excuse for her tardiness that would bring a smile to those deliciously tempting lips. There was a three-person pile-up in front of the library. Traffic on the sidewalk was unbelievable!

Between one step and the next, she was suddenly pulled off balance and slammed into the wall of the restaurant. Dark spots danced in her vision at the impact, but she could clearly see Neal's sneering face as he held her firmly against the wall, his fingers digging bruises into her arms.

She reached for her magic to shove him off, but it had scattered when her head hit the wall and she couldn't quite grasp it yet. She refused to give in to the panic that had her heart pounding in her throat. She needed to try to calm down and focus on pulling the threads of her magic back to her.

“Let go of me,” she demanded. Her rising anger and panic made her too flustered to accomplish more than an ineffective spark between her fingers.

“I am not letting you go in there,” Neal replied, calmly.

“You don’t have a say in this,” Emma snapped, still trying to get free from his grasp. He tightened his hold, forcing a grunt of pain to escape her.

“You are not going in there,” Neal replied as if he were talking a child down from a tantrum. He leaned in and she could feel the hot moisture of his breath against her skin; the sensation made her feel sick. She couldn't discern his intentions; did he mean to bite her? Kiss her? Was he going to threaten her again?

He whipped his head back suddenly, turning to focus on something behind him. Emma pulled her knee up in a quick, decisive movement that had Neal releasing his hold on her and bending in half as she ran blindly away from him.

She didn't make it far before she collided with a patron walking out of the restaurant. Their hands wrapped around her to prevent her from falling, but she flinched at the contact and they dropped their hands.

"Are you okay, love?" The accented voice pulled her back to the surface. Her mind and body calming, no longer drowning in the fear she'd felt moments ago. Her eyes started to burn with tears as the adrenaline flooding her system started to wane and she tried to nod in answer to Killian's question. Killian watched her quietly, the concern on his face unmistakable. "Let me take you home?"

Numbly, Emma nodded. Killian threw his coat around her shoulders, the sudden warmth and familiar scent of him surrounding her with unexpected comfort.

"Is this okay?" Killian asked, indicating his intent to place his hand between her shoulders to help guide her to the car. It was a casual touch like so many between them, almost habitual, but tonight it felt like a lifeline, pulling her back to safety. Again, she only nodded. They were quiet as they walked to Killian's sleek Aston, both on alert for any indication of danger.

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Other than Emma quietly asking him to take her back to his house, the drive was quiet. Killian hadn't stopped scanning for threats or glancing over to assess her injuries until they'd crossed the threshold into his den. He'd turned on the gas fireplace, despite the warmth of the evening, and laid a blanket on her as she sat curled up on the couch. It wasn't until she was holding a warm cup of hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon that he finally broke the quiet - Can you tell me what happened? He settled on the floor in front of her, watching her intently, but giving her as much space as he could with his instincts demanding he sweep her into his arms and never let her go.

"I was distracted. I didn't see him," Emma offered, quietly.

"See who?"

"Neal.” Emma continued, her words rushing out, skipping details. "When my head hit the wall, it messed with my magic. I couldn't throw him off."

A wave of anger at Neal and at himself for not being there crashed through him. While he would enjoy ending that pathetic creature's existence, Killian filed away the various gruesome images that accompanied that desire. He could not give in to his anger until he knew that Emma was okay.

He moved to sit next to her on the couch. When she didn't shy away, he gently pulled her into his arms. She relaxed into him, moments of the evening's encounter spilling from her in the same disjointed manner. Killian listened intently, saving his responses for later. Emma needed someone to hear her tonight. When she had time to process, they could discuss a few details that were nagging at him.

He held her firmly, keeping her rooted in the present where she was safely tucked in his embrace. They stayed together like this in a comfortable quiet for a while after she'd finished talking.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked her softly.

A soft snore filled the room.

Killian was filled with a sudden need to capture every detail of this moment - the weight and warmth of her against his chest, the softness of her hair tickling his beard when he looked down at her, the way his arm - currently draped around her waist - rose and fell with her steady breathing, the familiar sweet vanilla fragrance, the softness of her in sleep, and the freeing absence of the all-consuming yearning he'd been slave to all these years - and burn it into his memory.

#cssns23 #witchy woman #chapter 3 #vampire!killian #witch!emma #cs au fanfic #cs fic rec

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yourfatherlucifer · 2 years ago

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Oh Bite Me (CS)

Vampire!San x afab!Reader

Summary: A blood thirsty demon of the night, but he’s your best friend and your roommate. You have to deal with his antics and his flirtatious acts.

Warnings: MDNI, male masturbation, slight voyeur, getting caught, unprotected sex, biting/blood, marking, pervert!san, short pwp, switch!san, cursing, sarcastic!reader

Trope: Friends To Lovers

Genre: Smut

AU: Supernatural

WC: 1.1k

Rated: R

“San, quit leaving your underwear in the damn washer! You’d think being alive for so long you’d know how to do your laundry.” You had growled in frustration, slamming the washer lid shut.

San snickered from the other room, “Oh well, you know you love it!”

You threw a disgusted look towards his voice, “I do not like seeing your underwear.”

San brought himself out of his room, shirt missing from his torso, “Then what about this~”

You groaned and turned away from him, “Please put a shirt on, dude.”

You waved him off, having enough of his crap, "Whatever, I've gotta go to work, so see you later. Don't," you point your finger in his face, "do anything weird."

San smirked, "No promises, baby girl."

You grimaced, "Don't fucking call me that."

You grabbed your things and left for work, leaving San to his own devices. Which meant...he went through your underwear drawer, pervert.

San smiled as he held the fabric in his hands, twisting the material in his fingers, it was fresh underwear, but that didn't mean it didn't have your smell anymore, right? San tried to locate your smell anyway. He buried his nose in the fabric as if trying to pull your pheromones from it.

His dick hardened just from the smell engulfing his nostrils, he knows you'd drive a stake through his heart if you caught him. It gave him a thrill, going out like that.

He ran to his room with the panties in hand, his dick straining against his basketball shorts. He didn't even bother shutting his door as he knew you'd be home late. With his back to the mattress, he trailed his hand up his chest, giving his small nipples a squeeze. His back arched off the bed, giving a breathy moan.

"f..fuck, oh my god." San whines out while tweaking his now pointed nipples, giving them equal attention. His cock twitched in his pants, eager for the attention he was giving to his chest.

He whined in frustration and shimmied off his shorts, he didn't wear underwear, it was like he was expecting this to happen.

When his cock slammed against his abdomen, he grabbed it hastily, wrapping the panties around his base. The precum from his cock was near dripping, almost as if he came untouched, but he hadn't yet.

The fabric created such a friction on his wet and red cock that he was near tears from the feeling. His hand pumped up and dumb, twisting left and right in a vigor motion, eager to cum on your panties.

He was already pussy drunk, but without the pussy, god he wanted to be inside you so bad, but your underwear would have to do for now.

His fangs bit into his lips, nearly drawing blood from the pressure. Little did San realize you had turned your car back around to return home, you forgot some paperwork you needed for work.

You had walked into the apartment, San's moans filling your ears, but you didn't see any other shoes by the door. Was he by himself?

You slowly walked into the hallway, stopping in front of San's room, eyes wide, the door was wide open for you to see his lewd act of getting off on your underwear. Which were now stained with his cum.

"San?"

He quickly shot up, grabbing a pillow to cover his still rock hard cock, "Y/N! Fucking hell, you're home! Hi!" He smiled nervously, his fangs retracting into his mouth.

"The hell are you doing, dirty boy? Is that my underwear?" You approached him and in return he backed up into his headboard, staring at the dirtied pair of underwear in his fist.

"Uh..Maybe?"

You shook your head and pushed San down onto the mattress, 'You're such a pervert."

San's eyes grew in size as he became nervous, "no.."

Something snapped in San as he flipped you around, to lay you on the mattress, "Why, does it bother you? That I fuck myself to you? To your underwear?" He licked a stripe up your neck, "Can I bite you?"

You nod and pull him closer, "Do it."

San sunk his teeth into your neck, careful to miss an artery. As the blood filled his mouth, he moaned in pleasure, “You taste so good, Y/N.”

You held his head to your neck, eyes closed in pure bliss, "More, feels so good."

San smirked against your neck, "If I do, I could drain you dry, and I don't want that. I want to fuck you everyday if I can have the chance. I want to feel your wet cunt around me. I want to feel your heat as I push my cock into you."

The vampire pulled himself away and moved down to your clothed cunt, pulling down your work pants, gawking at your soaked underwear, "Awe, this for me?"

You glared at him before rolling your eyes, "Who else, dumbass?"

San's cat-like eyes narrowed at you and decided to punish you by sinking his teeth into your plush thighs, gulping down the blood. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling each way. What a fucking tease.

"Watch it, don't be a bad girl."

San slipped a finger inside of you and stared into your eyes, smiling mischievously. His finger pumped in and out, curling around the sponge-like surface.

Your moans filled his ears, it was bringing him pleasure just by hearing your delicious sounds and listening to your heart racing. He kissed along your stomach and abdomen as he brought you pleasure with his fingers.

"San~ faster, please!"

He bit along your stomach, leaving marks behind but not drawing blood, he didn't wanna drain you too much.

Once he felt you begin to tighten around his fingers, he pulled his fingers out. Now replacing it with the tip of his large cock.

"Ready?"

You nodded, eager.

San pushed his cock in slowly, throwing his head out, his tongue flying out of his mouth, "Fuck! This is so much better than I imagined! I fucking love your cunt wrapped around me. I never want anything else again."

His grip on your waist tightened as his cock pounded into you, his moans were overpowering yours. Whines poured out of his mouth as he thrusted his own hips into yours. Curses flew out of his mouth as he kept going.

San was near tears once again, "what, pretty boy, can't keep up with the pleasure?" you teased.

San growled, "Shut up! You know you feel just as good as I."

His orgasm was rapidly approaching, "Gonna cum in you."

He bit into your neck once more as his cum spurt inside, some even spilling out as you came with him.

San fell to your chest, "Fuck..that felt so good."

He then sat back up, "wanna go again?"

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snowbellewells · 2 years ago

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@grimmswan Ooh, what a start!! I was really into your “Dracula in Storybrooke” one, but I hadn’t gotten to start this one yet!! And werewolf/wolf Killian is a particular weakness of mine, so I’m extra excited already!

This professor seemed especially creepy and cruel, so I’m glad Emma and Killian put a stop to his experiments before he could hurt anyone else. It was especially clever and satisfying to have him think he was stalking another pretty victim only to have Emma turn the tables on him and give him a taste of the fear he had caused so many others.

I’m definitely curious to see what the next case is going to be and to see where it takes our dynamic duo!

Love Bites (But so do I) part one

for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023

Vampire Emma and Werewolf Killian investigate, hunt down, and eliminate those who prey on the innocent and disturb the peace between the humans and the supernatural beings.

Supernatural Steampunk Detective Horror Adventure

He watched from the shadows. Waiting for the perfect specimen to walk by.

Another lovely young lady to add to his collection. A beautiful woman to aid him in his experiments.

He was determined to find a way to turn people into mindless slaves. Beings of flesh and blood that could serve the wealthy and elite in much more pleasurable ways than any robot could.

He smiled in glee when he spotted her. A stunning creature with golden hair.

Her body was accentuated by a red dress that molded to her form. The corset was low cut and pushed up her breasts. The ruby pendant she wore further aided in drawing the eye to her chest.

It was obvious she wanted to be desired. Everything about her appearance demanded attention.

This one he would keep for himself.

He tightened his black cloak around himself and drew out his syringe.

He knew he needed to be quick. Not just to inject her with the drug to put her to sleep, but to get her back to his lab before she wakes up and before anyone could see and interrupt his task.

Luck was on his side. There was no one around.

The heels of her shoes clicking on the stone paved walkway were the only sounds to be heard.

He crept behind her, as quickly and quietly as possible. Watching for any sign that she had noticed him.

Women such as her, who made their living selling their bodies, often kept a weapon on hand to protect themselves from customers who got too aggressive.

He needed to be careful to reach her before she could take out her dagger.

He raised his hand with the syringe, aiming for her neck.

Suddenly he found himself pressed to the wall of an alleyway. A searing pain coming from the gash in his arm.

Blood was spraying everywhere.

The syringe, along with two of his fingers and his thumb, were laying on the ground.

“You have been a very bad man, professor.” The beautiful woman smiled.

Shock made way for terror when he saw the sharp fangs.

He had made the mistake of following a vampire.

“Please.” He begged. “Don’t kill me. I can get you girls. Young virgins. I work for a school. You can have your pick.”

He nearly lost consciousness when his head was snapped back and struck on the brick wall.

“You were entrusted to educate those children. Not experiment on them and manipulate them.”

She turned to face the darkness.

From it emerged the massive head of a wolf. Its fur was as black as an abyss and it’s eyes glowed a hypnotic blue.

“Get his scent, my love. We need to destroy his lab. And I doubt he will be willing to tell us where it is.”

Too paralyzed by pain and fear, he could do nothing to defend himself from the creatures of the night. Even his screams were silent.

Carrying him as if he weighed nothing, they moved with great speed through the back alleyways.

The door to his lab was locked tight by a code box. He thought that they might ask him for the code. But as it turned out, they didn’t need to.

With one swipe of his enormous paw, the werewolf broke the box from the door.

The professor was laid on the table where he had performed experiments on his drugged and helpless victims. Now it seemed, he would be the recipient.

“Make no mistake; you are going to die. But my lover and I are being paid to make your end as slow and agonizing as possible.”

The professor could see the vampire's lips move, but could hear nothing except for the crash and clang of metal.

The werewolf was literally tearing his lab apart.

He had a strong feeling he would be next.

Pained shot through him as the vampire broke every bone in his arms and legs.

“I’m not going to drink from you. You don’t deserve to feel my lips on your skin.” She looked at the beast. “But my lover will be hungry once he’s done with your machines.”

Sparks flew when the last of the monitors were pulled from the wall.

The werewolf then moved to the vampire, who looked at him with love and affection clear in her eyes.

The professor swore he could see that same love and affection mirrored in the beast’s eyes.

But that was impossible. Wasn’t it? The creatures of the night could not possibly feel love. And most certainly not for a being who was not of their own kind.

But the way the vampire stroked her hand through the fur of the werewolf made the professor question everything he had once believed.

He only had a moment to ponder this new information before he was filled with terror once again when he heard the vampire say,

“We should wrap things up here. I’ll send word that our task has been completed. You enjoy your meal.”

This time, the professor's scream was loud when a large muzzle and powerful jaws descended on him.

In the morning, passerbys noticed the lab door open. The remnants of the lab were scorched by a fire that surprisingly stayed contained.

“There must have been an explosion.” The constable proclaimed. “Whatever it was that the professor was working on got him killed and his lab destroyed.

“The constable is half right.” Nemo smiled, setting his Farnsworth tablet. A handheld device that allowed a being to see and hear whatever was transmitted on the frequency the machine was set on. “That evil professor should not have used his position as a teacher to experiment on children. It caused him to have an encounter with the best agents in the business.”

He looked up and grinned knowingly at the couple in his office.

The vampire Emma, and the werewolf Killian, were not only a deadly and attractive couple, but they were talented with investigating and solving the cases that plagued society.

“If the professor hadn't been done away with, it’s highly likely that his doing would have been blamed on a supernatural creature.” Killian said.

“The two of you have done an amazing job, as always.” Nemo praised. “Justice was served. The children are now safe. And the school can keep their reputation intact. They paid extra as thanks for ensuring the professor's death looked like an accident.”

“How generous of them.” Emma smiled. Knowing Nemo had probably insisted on the extra payment.

“It was well earned.” He took out some papers and handed them to the couple. “As will the money from this next case.” Turning to Killian he advised, “You might want to get some reinforce armor for your wolf form. There’s reports of a large creature terrorizing communities. Different towns, but residents gave the same description. It looks to be a werewolf. One that is using its form to scare people out of their wealth, and hide its identity. If anyone can put a stop to it, I know the two of you can.”

#cssns23 #cs ff #steampunk au #love bites but so do i #chapter one #vampire Emma #werewolf Killian #CS fic rec

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r3starttt · 8 months ago

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I'm gonna make some changes on my kinktober list so if anyone has creepy requests and stuff feel free to ask 👹 like fr gimme stalker hot sex asks or vampire, mythical creature stuff, horror movie au's. Idk just help me w the ideas cs I believe some of the suggestions I had aren't as good as I'd like them to be lmfao. Also, it can be either tlou or arcane requests sooooo... yes

#pls and thanks #abby x reader #ellie x reader #dina x reader #arcane x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader

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star-my · 1 year ago

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Ateez Fic Recs ☆ Tumblr

These are all available on tumblr as of April 2024. Some are likely crossposted on ao3 as well.

~Ao3 RECS HERE~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk! | Shoutout to @thecarnivaloflies for creating their own rec list that I gathered some of these from!

OT8/Multi

☆ Arranged Marriage with Prince!Ateez scenarios by @nateezfics | Prince AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 6k

☆ Black Ocean series by @bvidzsoo | Pirate AU, Siren AU, Royalty AU | 14-40k each

☆ Hooked by @songmingisthighs | SMAU Uni AU, Fake Dating AU |

☆ boyfriend!ateez discovering you write smut scenarios by @eightmakesonebraincell | SMAU |

☆ Rating BFF!Ateez as Valentine's dates by @bluehwale | SMAU |

☆ Blue Bird by @seonghwaddict | Mafia AU | CS + JWY | 7k

☆ one more rep by @cheollipop | PT AU, Model AU | CS + JWY | 7k

☆ time of love by @desayunho | SMAU Neighbours AU | CS + JWY |

☆ Arriba by @teeskz | Uni AU | KHJ + JYH + CS + SMG + JWY | 13k

☆ Splish Splash by @atozfic | Uni AU, Athlete AU | PSH + JYH + CS + JWY | 20k

☆ Light it Up! by @cybrsan | Hala AU, Dystopian AU | KHJ + PSH | 4k

☆ Triple Threat by @huihuiheart | CS + JWY + CJH | 6k

Kim Hongjoong

☆ Wanbelyn by @songmingisthighs | SMAU, Doctor AU, Single Parent AU, Nanny AU |

☆ Marigold by @yoongiseesawmp3 | F2L Uni AU | 13k

☆ guns and roses by @baekhvuns | E2L Mafia AU | 6k

Park Seonghwa

☆ mr & mrs park by @baekhvns | E2L Mafia AU, Single Parent AU, Nanny AU | 50k

☆ bodyguard by @baekhvns | S2F2L Mafia AU, Bodyguard AU | 38k

☆ just friends by @baekhvuns | R2L Model AU | 37k

☆ paradigm + paradigm, pt 2 by @yoongiseesawmp3 | F2FWB2L Coworkers AU, Bar AU | 12k

☆ facade by @gamerwoo | S2L Arranged Marriage AU, Royalty AU, Assassin AU | 26k

Jeong Yunho

☆ your hand by @smileysuh | Coworkers AU, Tattoo Artist AU | 7k

Kang Yeosang

☆ badboy!yeosang by @ateezmakemeweep | High School AU, Bad Boy AU | 18k

☆ entropy by @in-san-ity | S2F2L Mafia AU, Single Parent AU | 21k

☆ crash landed on you by @atozfic | S2E2F2L Fake Dating AU, Chaebol AU | 20k

☆ Graveyard Dares and Bitemarks by @harmonie-writes | F2L Vampire AU | 5k

☆ Sweeter than Candy by @hwalyn | E2L SMAU (Ongoing), Uni AU |

Choi San

☆ lowkey by @arafilez | FWB2L | 3k

☆ the law of attraction by @yuyusuyu | F2L Uni AU | 3k

☆ perfidy by @in-san-ity | S2F2L Uni AU, Mafia AU | 21k

☆ Will you join me? by @kyun-toast | E2L/R2L Mafia AU, Assassin AU | 3k

☆ after all, you're my wife by @astayinwonderland | Arranged Marriage AU, Mafia AU | 3k

☆ texts with ateez (+ crush san) by @baekhvuns | SMAU

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snowbellewells · 1 year ago

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CS Fic Rec Monday: "Witchy Woman" by: @booksteaandtoomuchtv

Third fic up this Monday is an MC from last year's @cssns event: "Witchy Woman" by @booksteaandtoomuchtv. It is now complete - and what a ride it is from start to finish! There were a few chapters there near the climax when I was on the edge of my seat, just anxiously desperate to know how it was all going to work out. I loved the history created between this story's version of Killian and Emma, the world and supporting characters built so believably and entertainingly around them, and just the plot itself -- what a great read!! If you've not read this one yet, you really, really MUST READ IT!!!

"Witchy Woman" by: @booksteaandtoomuchtv

#cs fic rec monday #csfrm #cs au mc #cssns23 #witch emma #vampire killian #major cs fic rec #such a talented shipmate #@booksteaandtoomuchtv

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jrob64 · 2 years ago

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Fantastic story @kmomof4 ! I’ve never seen The Lost Boys, but it’s definitely not necessary to be able to enjoy this story. All the little clues and subtle hints at what’s going on makes this such a fun read!

And spectacular art by @motherkatereloyshipper ! I’m in awe!

Into the Light: A New Fic for @cssns

It's FINALLY my date for posting this year's CSSNS fic!!!!! I'm so excited to share it with all of you!!!

This fic is inspired by the 1987 movie, The Lost Boys, starring Kiefer Sutherland, Jason Patric, Dianne Wiest, and Edward Herrmann.

I may have written it, but there are several lovely ladies who were instrumental in getting this fic to you, the reader. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to @jrob64 and @snowbellewells for beta duties and helping me decide on a title, @hollyethecurious for helping me brainstorm, @zaharadessert, @stahlop, and @grimmswan for their contributions in the early planning and writing phases.

And finally, ALLLLLL the love and long distance internet hugs to @motherkatereloyshipper for the AWESOME and INCREDIBLE artwork she made to accompany the fic!!! I could stare it for HOURS!!!

Summary: The move to Storybrooke, Maine might have been intended as the beginning of a new life for Killian Jones and his older siblings Liam and Belle, but there's a darkness over the town that threatens the small family's happiness, as well as the girl and small boy Killian has taken a liking to from his school. Killian is determined to help Emma and Henry get out of the situation they are in, but those dark forces in and around the town have another plan altogether.

Rating: T for non graphic violence and subject matter. There is a suggestive scene in ch2, but I don't think it crosses a line. If you have any questions, feel free to DM me.

Words: 9,800 of approx. 16,500.

Tags: Vampires, Inspired by The Lost Boys, CSSNS23

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Ch. 1 A Shadow on the Future

Liam Jones opened the front door of the house he and his family would soon be calling home. He turned around to see his younger siblings, Belle and Killian, hefting the suitcases they’d carted along on their cross country journey, the moving truck right behind them. Turning back toward the house, he entered and looked around approvingly. It was the first time he’d actually seen the house in person, and while it might not have been the smartest thing he could’ve done- buying a house, sight unseen- it looked like it was going to be more than adequate for the needs of his family.

Liam pointed off to the left as Belle and Killian came in.

“Bedrooms are back that way,” he said. “Belle, you can have the master so you can have your own bathroom. Killian and I can share.”

“What?!” Killian exclaimed. “I’m not sharing a bedroom with you!”

Liam shot him an unamused look. “Bathroom, brother. We’ll share a bathroom.”

“Oh,” he said, looking a little sheepish.

“Are you sure, Liam?” Belle asked. “You’re the one who bought the house. You should have the biggest bedroom.”

Liam chuckled. “I’m sure. Trying to get you to hurry in the morning when we’re all trying to get out the door is a futile endeavor, so this way Killian and I won’t have to.”

Belle rolled her eyes, but the corner of her lip twitched upward slightly as she turned to head down the hallway. Killian followed her until he disappeared from Liam’s sight into the first bedroom he came to. Liam hoped his youngest sibling liked the house he’d bought and would be able to put the past year behind him and find happiness in their new home.

It was hard enough for Liam to survive the last seven months, as they waited for Belle to graduate with her teaching degree and find a job so they could all move away from the cursed town that had taken so much away from them. First, both of their parents died, leaving Liam, barely a man himself, with custody of his two younger siblings. Belle had been just about to graduate high school, and Killian was just entering his teens. Belle started college and excelled, while Killian navigated the difficult teen years with two siblings too caught up in their own grief and then individual lives to see him struggling to keep his head above water.

Killian had always been smaller than most of his peers and so was the target of bullies throughout his high school years. That led to his involvement in underage drinking and drugs before Liam realized what was going on with his little brother and got him the help he needed to get clean and sober the summer before his junior year in high school.

It wasn’t until Killian discovered his new girlfriend cheating last fall and then Liam’s longtime girlfriend passed away suddenly in January, that the family decided to move away from California as soon as Belle graduated and found a job. Liam had experience working on fishing boats and the docks and wanted to stay in that field, so when Belle started sending out her resumé, she focused on coastal towns. It took a couple of months after she graduated, but she finally settled on a small private school in Storybrooke, Maine.

The compensation and benefits were outstanding for someone just out of college, and Killian could enroll for his senior year of high school at only half the regular tuition rate. Liam was able to secure work on the docks in the small town. Given their location in southern California, everything from applying for jobs, to interviews, to buying the house, had been done remotely through the magic of technology. This was the first time any of them had stepped foot in the quaint hamlet they would now call home, but Liam was hopeful this was the beginning of a new life for them all.

Liam moved toward the remaining bedroom to drop off his own suitcase before coming back out to direct the movers where to put everything. Belle’s first day of work was almost a week and a half away with the first day of school the Monday after that, and Liam wanted to have everything unpacked and settled by then. Even if she wasn’t the oldest, Belle was still the lady of the house, and he knew she’d have a lot to say about where everything was placed once it was unpacked.

By the end of the day, everyone was pleasantly sore and exhausted as they sat down around the kitchen table to devour the pizzas Liam had ordered.

“We got a lot done today, guys,” Liam said, around a mouthful of supreme pizza. Belle shot him a disapproving look.

“You’re worse than Killian, Liam,” she said. “Don’t speak with your mouth full.”

Liam and Killian shot each other an amused smirk. It was always fun to tease their sister.

“I don’t think we’ll have any trouble getting everything unpacked before you and I have to be at work next Monday,” he continued after swallowing.

“I don’t think so either,” Belle agreed. “My first full day is a week from Monday, but since I’ve never met the headmaster in person, I thought I’d go by and meet him sometime next week. Just to introduce myself and look around a bit.”

“That sounds like a good idea. What about you, Killian?” he asked. “What are you going to do with yourself once you’re all unpacked?”

Killian shrugged. “I should have everything unpacked and set up tomorrow, then I can help Belle in the kitchen. But I was kinda thinking about looking for a job. I still have a couple of weeks before school starts, and once it does, I can work two or three nights during the week and on the weekends.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Killian?” Liam asked. “I don’t want you to be overwhelmed between school and work.”

Killian shrugged again. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll cut back on hours or quit.”

“If you’re sure,” Liam murmured. Belle nodded in agreement, placing her hand on Killian’s forearm and squeezing it gently in support.

“This is the start of a new life for us,” Belle said, a bright smile on her face. “And I have no doubt we’ll be very happy here.”

“I hope so,” Killian murmured. He tried to muster up a smile to match his sister’s, but doubted he succeeded. It wasn’t that he was against this move, far from it, but he had to admit to being slightly intimidated coming into a small school in a small town where everyone had probably known each other all their lives. Keeping to himself and staying busy with a job and schoolwork meant he wouldn’t have much time for a social life, and right now, that was just fine with him. He could find his footing in the school, get the lay of the land, then try to make some friends. He’d never had many, too small and too nerdy to really fit in with all the cliques back home. But maybe he could find some here. He’d filled out a lot the past year, and if the attention he’d gotten from the female portion of the population after he’d broken up with Tink last fall was any indication, he wasn’t bad looking, either.

Once the pizzas were gone, everyone retired to their respective beds. They were all too tired to even think about getting the TV set up, much less anything else. They’d gotten all the beds assembled with sheets and blankets on them, ready for their occupants, the internet up and running, and all the computers set up and online. They also had all the furniture in place in all the rooms. All they needed to do was unpack the rest of the boxes and settle everything in their places.

It was going to be a very long and busy week.

~*~*~

The Wednesday after the family arrived in town, Belle visited St. James Academy, the small private school where she would be teaching a class of seventeen first graders in a week-and-a-half. The lights were off in the wide hallways, creating a shadowed and somnolent atmosphere in the seemingly deserted building. Before seeking out the main offices and Mr. Robert Gold, the headmaster, she decided to walk along the halls and familiarize herself with the layout of the school. She found the lunchroom, gymnasium, and bathrooms before turning the corner and finding the elementary school classrooms.

Storybrooke was a small town, and the school reflected that with only one classroom per grade until the high school years. High school sports were big in the tiny hamlet and once kids hit junior high, the lack of a sports program at St. James Academy meant the steady withdrawal of students until there just weren’t enough to justify individual classes for the different grades. The 9th through 12th graders at the school attended all the same classes together, and there were a total of thirteen students. Killian was one of only three who would actually be graduating in the spring.

Belle found her classroom without any problem as each room had a placard outside with the grade level. She opened the door and was pleased to find that it was a spacious, well-lit room. The back wall contained three very large windows that let in an abundance of natural light. She walked in, absolutely charmed. There was a reading corner with small bookshelves filled with books for not only her young students to read themselves, but also classic chapter books for her to read aloud to them. She saw The Hobbit, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the Little House series, among others. She could already picture a bright yellow rug with large throw pillows and bean bags for her students to lie on as they got lost in the fantastical worlds Belle knew were contained within the books she saw.

The sound of a clearing throat drew her attention back to the door of her classroom. She turned and saw an older, slight man, his two hands on top of a cane held in front of him standing in the shadows of the hallway. His hair was straight, light and on the thin side, coming to his shoulders. He was impeccably dressed in a gray three piece suit that made his dark eyes even more striking.

“May I help you, Miss?” he asked. His voice had a slight musical quality that Belle felt herself drawn to. She moved back toward the door and him.

“Mr. Gold?” she asked, extending her hand toward him as she approached. It was an educated guess on her part, having never laid eyes on her new boss. The application and interview process had been completely blind with the final interview only an audio call instead of a video conference.

He appeared startled, then the corner of his lips lifted in a small smile as he reached his own hand toward her.

“Yes, my dear,” he replied. “I’m the headmaster here at St. James Academy.”

“I’m Belle Jones, your new first grade teacher.”

He propped his cane in the door frame and took her hand in both of his, his smile widening to show his dazzling white teeth. As soon as his hands closed over hers, Belle felt almost an electrical current shoot up her arm. Her eyes met his, and she let out a small gasp. Something in his gaze captured her attention completely, and she couldn’t look away. His eyes were like bottomless pools that drew her in, inviting her to let go and surrender. Belle could feel herself sinking, her muscles relaxing, a sort of wooziness taking over her mind that she was helpless to resist. Yet, at almost the same time, something deep down inside her rose up from within, almost a compulsion to back up and put some distance between herself and the man in front of her.

She shook her head slightly, breaking his spellbinding gaze and backed up a step into her classroom again. He immediately released her hand, remaining in the shadowed hallway.

“It is wonderful to finally meet you, Miss Jones,” he said. “I see you found your classroom. How do you like it?”

“It’s wonderful,” she said, sincerely. “But please, call me Belle.” She smiled at him, and when she did, his eyes seemed to dance with glee. She averted her gaze slightly, feeling that wooziness start to creep back up again.

“I’m so glad you like it… Belle.” The musical quality was back in his voice, and her heart rate ticked up in response. The way he said her name made her think of a sommelier tasting a new wine before approving it. “And if I’m to call you Belle, then I must insist you call me Robert.”

Belle’s cheeks heated slightly and she averted her eyes again.

“Robert,” she parroted.

“Well,” he said after a slight pause, “I’ll leave you to look around your room for a bit. If you need anything or have any questions, I’ll be in my office just down the hall. If not, I’ll see you on Monday.” He picked up his cane in one hand and held his other hand out to her again. She placed her own hand in his, and he raised it to his lips with a slight bow. The moment he brushed his lips along her knuckles, another shock raced up her arm, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Belle nodded as he let go of her hand and walked away, his shoes and cane clicking on the tile floor.

Belle turned back to her room, walked over to her desk, and sat down behind it. A happy smile lit up her face as she looked around her classroom. Her first classroom. Yes, she was sure this was the beginning of a new life for the Jones family, and that they would be very happy here.

~*~*~

The bell above the door of Any Given Sundae rang as a small group entered the ice cream shop where Killian had easily found a job the week after his family moved into their new home. School hadn’t yet started, so Killian was thrilled to be working a good number of hours. He was amazed at the traffic the small shop got. Sure, it was August, but everything he’d observed about Storybrooke was completely belied by the amount of people on the boardwalk every night. Where did they all come from?

He looked at the group coming in and noticed a gorgeous blonde behind the three men in front, and a small boy almost hiding behind her. Something about them made Killian sit up and take notice, and it wasn’t the girl’s stunning beauty. The men had a swagger that put Killian’s teeth on edge. He had known people like that back home and they almost always meant trouble. Turning his attention back to the blonde and little boy, he could clearly see the nerves rolling off of her, and while he expected a kid to be excited to be getting ice cream and leading the way into the shop, the little boy with her looked to be trying to disappear. Killian narrowed his eyes as the group approached, quite sure something was wrong here.

The one who seemed to be the leader stepped up to the counter, a sarcastic smirk on his face. He was entirely unremarkable in his appearance- brown hair and brown eyes, a mustache and goatee, a little huskier than his very thin companions, and just a little shorter than Killian himself.

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” he said, looking down into the cooler at all the ice cream flavors offered. “You new in town?”

“What’s it to you?” Killian shot back, his agitation at the perceived situation before him making him unable to greet the customers with the normal friendly welcome. He took a deep breath and tried again. “Apologies. May I help you with some ice cream?” He cut his eyes toward the girl and smiled. She looked to be about his age. Her smile back at him was shy. Killian opened the cooler and scooped out a generous helping of his favorite flavor.

He handed the ice cream cone to her with an attempt at a wink that made her blush and smile wider. She took the cone and looked down at the boy still trying to hide behind her.

“Want some rum raisin, Henry?” When Henry shook his head, she shrugged and took a long lick of it herself. Her smirk was mischievous as she looked back at Killian. “Rum Raisin and Rocky Road are my favorites. How did you know?”

Killian waggled his eyebrows at her. “I knew a woman as beautiful as you would have excellent taste, so I shared my personal favorite.” He turned his attention to Henry. “And what can I get for you, young man?”

The boy’s eyes cut toward the man who’d first spoken to Killian. It was impossible to miss the stormy visage on the man’s face, so Killian ignored him completely and focused on Henry.

“Can I have Cookies and Cream, please?”

“Of course, you may,” Killian said, handing him a cone. The boy’s smile was blinding, and Killian couldn’t help but smile back.

“What can I get for you gentlemen?” Killian asked, finally turning his attention to the other three.

“Butter Pecan for me,” the first man said, his brows still furrowed angrily.

“Chocolate for me,” the second man said. He looked to be the youngest of the three. He had light brown hair, a baby face, and was a little shorter than the leader. He didn’t look much older than Killian.

“Chocolate Chip,” the third man said. He was several inches taller than the other two men and skinny as a rail. He had a long scar down the side of his face that gave him a dangerous look.

Killian handed out the ice cream and collected the money. The girl and Henry were the first ones out the door, the blonde throwing a soft smile over her shoulder as she exited the shop.

The leader either couldn’t or didn’t bother trying to hide the anger on his face as the door shut behind her. He turned back to Killian and leaned over the counter as far as he could as the other two men moved toward the door, smirks firmly on their faces that sent a chill down Killian’s spine.

“I expect I’ll be seeing you around… Killian,” he said, his eyes flicking down to where Killian’s nametag was affixed to his uniform shirt. Killian couldn’t help the shudder that overcame him at the look on the man’s face. It was assessing and chilling at the same time. If eyes were the windows to the soul, Killian wasn’t sure this guy had one. But there wasn’t a thing he could do. Just hope the group wouldn’t come back anytime soon. Or at least, the three men.

With a smirk that matched his male companions, the man turned and walked out into the night.

~*~*~

Killian entered the front door of St. James Academy the following Monday morning and was greeted with a veritable cacophony from all the younger students, high on the excitement inherent in the first day of school. Before heading toward the high school wing, he decided to find Belle’s classroom and say hi. It only took him a minute to find it, and when he peeked his head in, he saw his sister in her element, surrounded by a crowd of munchkins. She looked so happy and excited to be there, Killian couldn’t help his own grin breaking over his face.

“Hi, Belle,” he called. Her smile got even wider when she turned to him.

“Hi, Killian,” she said, coming toward him. As soon as she reached the door, she gathered him in a tight hug. “Ready for today?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he answered. “What about you?”

Belle always had a lovely smile, but her face positively glowed with happiness at his question. “As I’ll ever be,” she echoed. “Why don’t you meet me here after school and we’ll go get some ice cream to celebrate our first day?”

Killian grinned. “Sounds good to me. Maybe Liam can meet us, too.”

Belle’s eyes cut to someone standing behind him, and her smile became just a bit softer as Killian turned around and got ready to head toward his classes. There was a man standing behind him, one hand on a cane, the other held out toward him. His dark eyes glittered and his skin was pale, almost sickly looking.

“Good morning, Belle. This must be your brother, Killian,” he said. Killian took the man’s hand and shook it, a tingle shooting up his arm at the contact. “I personally know all my students, and your face is new here today,” he explained. “Plus your blue eyes and the shape of your chins are remarkably similar.”

Belle laughed lightly. “Yes, Robert. This is my younger brother, Killian. Killian, Robert Gold, the headmaster.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Gold,” Killian said, releasing the man’s hand and trying not to shake some feeling back into it. Mr. Gold’s eyes were a bit disconcerting, and that, combined with the tingle up his arm when they shook hands, left Killian feeling very ill at ease in the man’s presence.

“Excuse me,” a small voice said behind Mr. Gold. The three of them looked down to see a small brown haired boy that Killian recognized as Henry from Any Given Sundae the other night.

“Hi, Henry,” he said before his eyes caught the gaze of the young woman behind him. A huge grin split his face.

She wore sunglasses, but there was no doubt it was the same girl who accompanied Henry and the three men last week when he was working.

Henry looked up at him and smiled, his hand lifting in a shy wave.

“Henry Mills?” Belle asked. Henry nodded. “I’m so happy to meet you,” she said, a huge welcoming smile on her face. “I’m Miss Jones, your teacher. I see you’ve already met my younger brother, Killian.”

Henry nodded vigorously. “Yes, ma’am. Emma and I got ice cream last week, and Killian helped us.”

Killian found it curious that Henry didn’t mention the three men he’d been with.

“Emma?” he asked, holding his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Killian. Killian Jones,” he said with a little bow. “I’m Henry’s teacher’s younger brother.” He felt a bit silly basically repeating everything Belle and Mr. Gold had just said, that he was sure she heard, but he was knocked off-kilter just enough at her presence that he couldn’t think of anything else to say. She smiled and shook his hand, but didn’t take her sunglasses off.

“It’s nice to meet you, Killian,” she said. She looked nervously at Mr. Gold and then at Belle. “I’m Emma Swan, Henry’s sister. We live in the same foster home,” Emma explained. “I’m a senior and will be bringing Henry and picking him up every day. If he has any issues, you can let me know.”

“Oh, I see,” Belle said with a nod. “It’s very nice to meet you, Emma. Come on in, Henry, and find your seat. You’ll see Emma after school.” She gestured toward the boy and laid her arm across his shoulders as he entered her room. “I’ll see you later, Killian.” She gave them all a brief nod and turned back toward her room.

Killian was delighted to discover that Emma was also a senior at the school. That meant they’d have all of the same classes. He turned to her with a wide smile on his face.

“I’m a senior, too,” he said a little shyly. “May I walk you to class?”

Emma smiled at him and nodded. As they walked away from Belle’s classroom, Killian couldn’t help thinking that their future in Storybrooke was going to be a good one.

Mr. Gold watched them walk away down the hall toward the high school classrooms. A hint of a smile curved the corner of his lips as he turned toward his office.

~*~*~

The first week of school flew by and before Killian knew it, it was Friday morning. He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as he sat down next to Emma in their classroom.

“Did you get the Pre Cal homework done?” he asked.

She let out a huge yawn before speaking. “I did, but there was one I couldn’t get no matter how many times I went back.” She pulled out her notebook and opened it up to the homework due this morning. “This one,” she said, pointing.

Math was Killian’s favorite subject, so he looked at Emma’s paper and immediately saw where she’d gone wrong in her calculations. He pulled out his homework and let her compare.

“Ugh,” she groaned, once she figured it out. “I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t,” Killian encouraged her. “Sometimes we get so caught up in it, it’s impossible to see our mistakes without a second pair of eyes. Now that you know what you did wrong, you’ll do fine on the quiz.”

“I hope so,” she murmured. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Killian put his math homework away and got out his Anatomy and Physiology notebook. He cut his eyes toward Emma, a worried frown on his face. She looked just as tired this morning as she had all week. He obviously didn’t know her very well, but they’d struck up a quick friendship since Monday- sitting next to each other in class, exchanging phone numbers, and helping each other with homework. Judging from some of the time stamps on their texts, he knew she had trouble sleeping at night. And then when she’d invariably fall asleep in their morning classes, the academically challenging classes at that, he couldn’t help but worry about her. So far, it hadn’t seemed to hamper her, but Killian knew she couldn’t sleep through her morning classes and expect to graduate next spring.

Once their morning classes were over, and Emma looked a bit more awake, they headed down to the lunch room.

“So what are your plans this weekend?” Killian asked.

Emma shrugged as they sat down to eat. “Oh, the usual. Hang out at the boardwalk. Study for the history test Tuesday.” She looked him full in the face, something in the depths of her eyes that Killian couldn’t quite define. “There’s a beach party I’m going to tonight. Would you like to come?”

Killian’s brow furrowed. Her “usual” meant she’d be with those three guys who’d come into the store with her last week. He wasn’t sure he wanted to attend anything where those three were around.

Emma placed her hand on his arm. “I’d really like you to come,” she said, cutting her eyes to the side slightly.

Since his stint in rehab, Killian had no trouble reading people. It was a gift he had developed during his time there that enabled him to see more under the surface rather than taking situations and people at face value. That ability had served him very well in the last year. But the mixed signals he was getting from Emma were really throwing him off. Her words and actions told him she really wanted him to come with her, but her eyes and the tension in her body told another story. She seemed almost fearful, and given the vibes those men had thrown off last week, Killian could definitely see why. He couldn’t abide leaving Emma in a situation like that, not without trying to help her.

“Are those three guys you were with last week gonna be there?” he asked.

“It’s Neal’s party, the one who asked if you were new in town, so, yeah, they’ll all be there. And a few others too. There’ll be a bonfire on the beach, food, drinks, and music.” Her green eyes met his, and he was helpless to look away. He could get lost in them forever and he’d die happy.

“Sure,” he agreed. “I’ll be glad to come. What time?”

“Meet me at the ice cream shop as soon as the sun sets.”

“Alright, Emma.”

After that there was very little conversation as they hurriedly finished their lunch.

~*~*~

That evening, Killian stood outside Any Given Sundae waiting for Emma.

“Killian!” He heard his name and turned toward the sound, away from the beach. Henry belted down the boardwalk toward him, Emma walking at a more sedate pace behind the child. Killian was barely able to brace himself before Henry jumped in his arms.

“Henry!” he cried, surprised. “What are you doing here? How was your first week of school?”

“I’m coming too,” Henry said. Killian turned quizzical eyes on Emma as she approached. He wasn’t sure a beach party with teens and adults was a good place for Henry to be. “School was great!” he exclaimed. “Miss Jones is so nice. We have math and art and reading. We sing songs and have lots of fun.”

“I’m so glad you had a good week, Henry,” he told the boy. “Belle, I mean, Miss Jones, is having a great time as your teacher, too. She says you’re so smart, but should maybe be going to bed at night a little earlier so you’re not so tired in the morning,” he said, bopping Henry on the nose, making him giggle. Killian hated to think of such a small boy not having the kind of care he needed to make sure he was getting a good night's sleep every night. As Emma finally approached, Killian caught her eye and was reminded of her own sleeping habits.

Emma sighed as she ran her fingers through Henry’s brown hair. “He’s almost as bad as I am about sleeping,” she bemoaned. “I do make him turn out the lights at 11 though. He’s just a night owl, like me.”

Killian nodded. “Belle said he’s obviously very tired in the morning and has fallen asleep every day after lunch when she reads aloud to the class.”

“Yeah,” Emma agreed. “Then he’ll usually take about another hour or two nap when we get home from school.”

Emma started walking toward the beach, Killian still carrying Henry. He still wasn’t sure it was a good idea for the little boy to come to the party, but from the hints he’d gotten about their home life, he had a feeling that Emma was the only one who really cared for him and he couldn’t really blame her for wanting to bring him along. Maybe there’d be something there for him to enjoy, beach games or something like that. Killian felt good carrying Henry in his arms. As shy as he’d been that first time they met and then Monday too, it made Killian’s heart swell in his chest that he’d seemed to not only win Emma’s trust, but Henry’s as well.

The boardwalk was packed to the gills. As small as the town was, and especially now that school was in session, Killian was amazed at how all the town’s residents seemed to come out of the woodwork and descend on the entertainment venue. There was a movie theater, plenty of places to eat, an arcade, and a small amusement park with carnival rides at the end.

They descended the steps from the boardwalk to the beach and started heading north. After trekking along the beach for about ten minutes, they came to a good sized cottage. It was set back quite a ways from the water, but was just as far from the boardwalk, as well, giving it a sense of privacy from all the activity. It was an easy walk from the house to the boardwalk if the residents wanted to avail themselves of all the distractions offered there.

They entered the house to find it almost empty. There was a young man in the kitchen, raiding the refrigerator. He stood up when the door closed behind the three of them. He had olive skin and jet black hair and a nervousness about him that instantly put Killian on alert.

“Hi, Emma,” he said. “Who’s this?”

“This is Killian, Rufio,” she introduced. “He’s in my class at school and new in town, so I invited him tonight.”

“Nice to meet you, man,” Rufio said, lifting his chin in his direction.

“You, too,” Killian nodded. He put Henry down and watched him scamper away.

“Don’t worry about him,” Emma whispered to him. “He spends most of his time in the gameroom where the PS5 is.”

“Gotcha.” Emma led him into the kitchen where there was an assortment of food on the counter. They both filled their plates and then went out the back of the house to where the bonfire on the beach had just been lit. There were about twenty folks out there, dancing to the music or just sitting on the large logs that served as chairs for the gathering.

“There you are, Ems.” The man who’d done all the talking when the group came into the ice cream shop last week before school started approached them. “Who’s this?” He turned his dark eyes on Killian, and he felt a shiver of unease work its way down his spine. It was very similar to the feeling the group left him with the other night, and there wasn’t a doubt in Killian’s mind that this guy knew very well who he was. He glanced at Emma, who looked at the man with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Killian Jones,” he introduced himself, swallowing his nerves and holding his hand out in front of him. “I’m in Emma’s class at school.”

“Ah, yes, Any Given Sundae, right?” he asked, shaking his hand. Killian nodded. “Glad you could come tonight,” he said, the look in his eyes belying his words. There was a challenge in them, a distaste and arrogance that made Killian’s temper bristle. The man put his arm around Emma’s shoulders, and he could almost see her fold in on herself- her head bowed slightly, shoulders hunched, eyes darting around restlessly, not landing on anything for more than a moment.

The man motioned to a couple of others near the fire that Killian couldn’t see well in the dark. A moment later, the other two from the ice cream shop joined them.

“I’m Neal, this is Peter, and this is Felix,” Neal finally introduced himself and his companions. When he turned back to Killian, any animosity there’d been earlier was completely gone. It was almost like he was putting on a show for someone. Peter and Felix’s smiles were similar. “We live here in the house, and you’re welcome to come hang out or visit anytime.”

Killian’s eyes darted to Emma, but she wouldn’t meet his gaze, just ratcheting up the tension inside him that much more. If Neal and the other men were going to put on a show, two could play at that game, Killian decided, plastering a smile on his own face.

“Thanks, man. I might take you up on that.” There was no way in hell he was going to leave Emma, or Henry either, behind with these men. She obviously felt trapped by Neal for some reason, and as long as she remained a part of this group, then Killian would too, doing what he could to protect her and help her escape.

As the night wore on, Killian really did have a good time. He was introduced to too many people to keep track of, most of them older, but Rufio, whom he’d met earlier, and a couple of others were a little younger than himself and Emma. The food was good and he did get to spend a little one-on-one time with Emma when Neal, Peter and Felix disappeared for a while.

As the party and the bonfire were winding down, the only people left were himself, Emma, the hosts, and Henry, who’d come outside a little while earlier. He sat on the sand, his head laying in Emma’s lap as she stroked his hair soothingly.

“I need to be getting Henry home,” Emma said quietly. “He needs his sleep.”

Neal laughed derisively. “He’s fine, Ems. Let’s have one more drink,” he proposed, holding up an oddly shaped bottle. “A welcome to Storybrooke drink for Killian.” The cunning look he shot around the group was mirrored by the other two men and set Killian’s teeth on edge.

“Oh, that’s not necessary,” Killian protested. “I don’t drink. I’ve had a problem with it in the past. Before I moved here,” he explained.

Felix snorted. “Awwww, can someone not hold their liquor?” he taunted.

Neal shot a warning glance at Felix before looking at Killian. “Ignore him. It’s not alcohol,” he assured him. That cunning look passed between the men again. “It’s our own special brew. You have my word, you can’t get drunk on it.”

He turned to Emma, who sat in between him and Neal. He knew Neal was telling the truth, but there was definitely more to the situation than met the eye and he wanted to try and see what Emma thought about it.

Neal spoke again. “Emma had some earlier this summer. It’s a bit of an initiation into the group. It will make you one of us.” Neal’s dark eyes almost glowed as he handed Killian the bottle. He reached out and took it in his hand, unable to look away from Neal’s gaze.

He barely heard Emma’s whispered words. “You don’t have to. It’s blood.”

Killian snorted, quite certain he’d misheard her. “Yeah, right.” He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long swig, his surroundings starting to spin. He tipped his head back- Emma, his other companions, and the beach all disappearing- and felt himself falling, falling, falling, until he landed on his bed.

It felt like only moments later that Killian opened his eyes. The light streaming in his room was that of late afternoon. Killian blinked and shielded his eyes from the bright, direct sunlight. He could barely see anything. His head was spinning and pounding like he hadn’t felt since he dried up in rehab over a year ago. He was still dressed in his clothes from the night before and his mouth had a metallic taste in it that was making his stomach protest mightily. He sat up slowly, mindful of his rolling stomach. Whatever it was he’d drunk the night before at the bonfire, had done quite a number on his system. He put his feet on the floor and his head in his hands. The darkness there was a profound relief, and the dizziness and pounding headache were suddenly gone. The nausea was even greatly diminished. He buried his eyes in the corner of one elbow as he sought the pull string that would close the blinds covering his window with his other hand. As soon as he found it, he closed them and looked up. It was dark enough in the room that the pounding in his head was still kept at bay.

He rose from the bed and moved to the door of his room, cracking it open. The hallway was dark, and he could hear someone in the kitchen, but that was all. He shut the door again and gathered some clean clothes. He had work this evening, and he hoped a hot shower and maybe some scrambled eggs would make him feel well enough to be able to go.

About thirty minutes later, Killian came out of his bedroom ready for work. Belle was in the kitchen, getting the ingredients together for supper. She jumped slightly when Killian entered.

“There you are!” she exclaimed. “Take those sunglasses off, Killian,” she admonished him lightly. “You’re in the house. You don’t need them.”

“I’ve got a terrible headache, Belle,” Killian said, grabbing her attention. “Would you mind just scrambling me some eggs? I’ve got to leave for work in a few minutes.”

Her brow furrowed in concern. “Are you sure you’re up to working tonight, Killian?” she asked, getting the eggs out. “You were out so late last night and you’ve slept all day and now you have this headache.” She moved toward him and placed her hand against his forehead. “You don’t feel warm, though. You didn’t do anything last night you shouldn’t have, did you?”

He knew exactly where her thoughts had gone and he couldn’t really blame her, not with how he was feeling. “I’m not sick,” he assured her. “I was at a beach party last night with Emma and no, I didn’t drink any alcohol and there weren’t any drugs around, that I know of. I promise. I just need something to eat to settle my stomach and take the edge off of the headache. I’m fine to work.”

“If you’re sure,” she said, her voice skeptical in the extreme. “But you come straight home after work and get a good night’s sleep tonight.”

“I will, Belle. Thank you.”

As soon as she set the eggs before him, he dug in. They really did make him feel better. His headache was abated and the nausea was gone.

“Thanks, Belle,” he said, rising and kissing her on the cheek. “That was exactly what I needed. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Have a good shift, Killian.”

~*~*~

Killian sat down next to Emma on Monday and immediately put his head down in his arms on the desk.

“You look like I feel,” she said, a wan smile on her face.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he mumbled into his arms. “I’ve hardly slept this weekend. Since the party Friday night, I slept almost all day Saturday, worked Saturday night, didn’t fall asleep until sometime after four, slept until about ten, then couldn’t sleep last night.” He groaned. “How am I supposed to stay awake and concentrate all day?”

Emma put her hand on his arm in sympathy. “I know how you feel,” she commiserated.

“Belle almost made me stay home today, but with the history test tomorrow and Pre Cal test Wednesday, I couldn’t afford to miss.” He raised his head and looked at her. “We’re gonna have to keep each other awake today,” he told her, smiling tiredly.

“Deal,” she said.

That afternoon, they left school together, Henry in between them holding both their hands. Killian shut his eyes as they emerged into the light.

“Man, I forgot how bright that sun is outside the building,” he bemoaned, reaching into his shirt pocket for his sunglasses. Once he got them on, he could open his eyes fully. Turning to Emma, he saw she had hers on as well. Henry squinted against the sunlight.

“You need sunglasses, too, huh, Henry?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” he said.

As they approached their cars in the parking lot, Killian looked at Emma. “Would you guys like to come to my house to study?” he asked shyly, scratching behind his ear in nervousness.

Neal had made it quite obvious at the party that he and Emma were together, even if she didn’t seem to be as enamored of him as he was possessive of her. Killian couldn’t deny how he felt about Emma, but he didn’t want to be seen by anyone as trying to steal her away from Neal. As friendly as he’d been at the party, Killian didn’t trust Neal as far as he could throw him and didn’t want to ruffle any feathers until either he was certain Emma and Henry were safe, or he could get them away from Neal and the others completely.

“We could study for the history and Pre Cal tests while Henry takes a nap,” he continued.

Emma looked down at Henry, catching him in the middle of a huge yawn. “What do you think, Henry?” she asked. “Want to go over to Killian’s?”

The poor kid was obviously exhausted, but he grinned anyway, nodding his assent.

“You can follow me,” Killian said. “It’s not far.”

Emma smirked as she opened the door to her yellow bug for Henry to climb in the back. “It’s Storybrooke, Killian. Nothing is far.”

Killian huffed out a chuckle and grinned. “Point taken.”

The rest of the week continued much the same way. Killian was unable to fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning and spent the morning hours at school struggling to stay awake and concentrate, exactly the way Emma did. He did everything he could to keep his difficulties away from Belle and Liam, but Belle was very observant and by Friday afternoon, Killian knew that she suspected something was up with him.

He lay in his bed with the blinds closed feigning sleep when he heard Belle come in the front door. It was only a few moments later that she knocked on his door and cracked it open.

“Killian,” she called softly. “I know you’re not asleep,” she continued after a brief pause. “You snore, loudly, when you’re really asleep.” He could hear the smirk in her tone of voice, so he turned over and faced the door.

“Excuse you,” he groused. “I do not snore.”

“You do,” Belle insisted, coming into the room and sitting on the end of the bed. She looked at him, her eyes full of concern, and Killian cut his eyes away from her. “What’s going on, Killian?” she asked. “Archie stopped me after school today and told me that you’ve been much less attentive in your classes this week than you were last week. That you didn’t participate as much and looked to be having trouble staying awake.”

Killian sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t know, Belle. All last weekend and this week, I haven’t been able to sleep at night. No matter how tired I am, or what time I go to bed, I toss and turn until almost dawn. And then the alarm goes off at seven.”

“You can’t keep that up, Killian,” she said. “Maybe if you took a sleeping aid.”

“I don’t want to do that unless I absolutely have to,” he said. “I’m off work this weekend, so I don’t have to worry about being up early until Monday. Let me try to get caught up on sleep this weekend- even if I’m sleeping during the day- and see how next week goes. We don’t have any tests until Thursday, so if I need to take a sleeping aid Wednesday night, I will.”

Belle pressed her lips into a thin line, but nodded her acquiescence and rose to leave. “What are you doing tonight?” she asked from the door.

“I was going to take a short nap then meet Emma and Henry at the boardwalk in a few hours. We were going to take him to the amusement park.”

“Ok,” she said. “Robert asked me out…”

Killian sat up abruptly. “The headmaster?” he interrupted.

Belle nodded. “He’s taking me to dinner.”

Killian’s brows furrowed. Belle was a grown woman, but Gold had to be nearly twice her age, and he couldn’t help a small shudder of distaste at the much older man pursuing his sister.

“You like him then?” he asked.

“He’s handsome,” she began, “and he’s been very kind to me. Yes, I do like him.”

Killian swallowed his objection. “Ok. As long as you do. But if he hurts you, I don’t care who he is, he’ll have to answer to me.”

Belle smiled indulgently and came back over to his bed. She leaned down and hugged him tightly.

“Thanks, Killian. I’m sure that knowledge will keep him in line.” She released him and moved back toward the door. “Have fun tonight. I’ll see you later.” With those words, she left him to sleep for a little while.

Later that night, Killian, Emma, and Henry arrived at the amusement park. He did his best to ignore the plethora of MISSING posters covering every available surface along the boardwalk, including one featuring the face of the boy he’d met last weekend at the beach party, Rufio. How a town as small as Storybrooke could have this many missing people was a complete mystery to him. It was very unsettling, but he figured as long as they stayed together and in the well-lit areas of the boardwalk and amusement park, they wouldn’t have to worry.

It was the first time Killian had been there, and he couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he and Emma followed Henry who ran from ride to ride, so excited to be there. They ate dinner from a Mexican food truck near the entrance and then indulged in all the carnival food offered inside the park.

It really was a tiny amusement park with only ten rides offered. Henry loved them all, and they all rode them multiple times. Henry sat between them on the ferris wheel, but Killian was able to extend his arm along the back of the seat they rode in, lightly touching Emma’s shoulders. He brushed his fingers through her golden hair, and she turned to him with a soft smile on her face at the action. Killian’s heart rate picked up a little bit and he smiled in return.

After a couple of hours amusing themselves with the rides and games offered at the park, they decided to leave and see what else there was to do. They walked along sharing a Rocky Road cone when Neal, Felix, and Peter suddenly appeared, slinking out of the darkness underneath the boardwalk.

“There you are, babe,” Neal said, sidling up to her and putting his arm around her shoulders.

Just like last Friday, Emma seemed to shrink in on herself at the action. Henry took Killian’s hand, and he looked down, surprised. The discomfort on the boy’s face was real, so Killian squeezed his hand gently in reassurance. The child looked up, his brown eyes meeting his own, and Killian caught his breath at the absolute trust he saw in the boy’s gaze. Killian smiled, recommitting himself to being a part of this group until he could get Emma and Henry out of it.

“Come on,” Neal urged. “I want to show you guys something.”

They followed Neal to the other end of the boardwalk until they came to a fancy restaurant. Killian looked in the front window and was shocked to see Belle and Mr. Gold on their date. He looked ahead at Neal, who’d let Emma go, as he opened the door. Emma wasted no time falling back to join him and Henry at the back of the group.

“What are we doing here?” Killian asked, coming to a stop before entering. “Emma, Henry, and I have already eaten, so why don’t we just catch up with you later?”

Neal exchanged smirks with Peter and Felix before directing his attention to Killian. “Oh, we’re not here to eat. We just need to pay an old friend a visit.”

His emphasis on the word ‘friend’ told Killian something was up, and he might be well served to see what it was. He moved toward where Neal still stood, holding the door open for them.

Once inside, Neal moved to the front of the group and began to lead the way through the restaurant. Killian’s eyes immediately moved to Belle and her date, and it only took a moment for him to realize that was exactly where they were heading.

As Neal approached, Mr. Gold turned and saw them. He stood immediately and moved closer to Belle on the other side of the table, partially shielding her from view.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone.” Killian was at the back of the group, but he could clearly hear Gold growl the words at Neal.

“Oh, we’re not here for you, old man,” he said, his hand held out to Belle. She hesitated before placing her hand in his, but when she finally did, he lifted it to his lips. Killian couldn’t actually see Neal’s face as he spoke, but he knew exactly the look his countenance sported from the tone of his voice. A wide smile. Lifeless eyes. Soulless. Depraved. It made Killian want to throw up. He clenched his fists, almost shaking in his desire to forcefully get Neal away from his sister. But he wasn’t going to make a scene while she was on her date.

“Just wanted to share a little advice with the lady.” He lowered her hand and tilted his head toward Gold. “You want to watch out for that one. Things are not always what they seem.”

Neal released Belle’s hand and turned around to leave. Before he could turn and follow, Gold caught Killian’s eyes.

“This isn’t the kind of group you want to be hanging around, Mr. Jones,” he advised. “Miss Swan and Henry either. They can only lead you down the wrong path.” Belle turned alarmed eyes on Killian before they landed on Henry. But she didn’t speak. Killian wrapped his arm protectively around Henry’s chest and drew him closer as they started to turn away from the table, trying to assure Belle with his eyes that he’d keep Henry safe.

Once they were outside the restaurant again, Neal, Peter, and Felix were obviously in high spirits, laughing and high-fiving one another. Killian really didn’t see why they were so elated, so he just hung back with Emma and Henry. A few moments later, the three men turned their attention to them.

“Ok,” Neal said, clapping his hands together. “I think it’s time for Killian to fully join our crew. Whadda ya say, boys?” Felix and Peter loudly agreed, but Emma looked absolutely panicked and brought Henry in front of her, almost as a shield.

“I have to get Henry home,” Emma insisted. She turned to Killian and placed a hand on his arm. Pure, unadulterated fear swirled in her eyes. Whatever was happening here, Emma didn’t want to be involved, and she didn’t want him involved, either.

“Yeah, whatever, Ems,” Neal said before grabbing her around the waist and hauling her to him. Killian turned away as Neal kissed her, focussing his attention on Henry.

“I’ll see you later, Henry. Ok?” he asked, kneeling down in front of the boy. Henry nodded and took Emma’s hand when she made her way to them. She looked down at Henry, not meeting Killian’s eyes.

Her whisper just reached his ears as he turned toward the other three men. “I’m sorry. Be safe. Please.” He turned his head to answer her, but she was already walking away with Henry further down the boardwalk. He turned back to the others, their eyes almost glowing under the lights.

Felix moved toward him and draped his arm over Killian’s shoulders.

“Come on, man,” he said. “We’re gonna show you a really good time.” Peter got on the other side of him, and they all started walking towards the stairs down to the beach. Once they reached the sand, they started running toward the cottage in the distance, whooping and hollering, their arms outstretched. Running on the sand was hard, and Killian was having a difficult time keeping up when suddenly all three of them disappeared. Killian put on a burst of speed to catch up with them, when he was grabbed and pulled behind the rocks surrounding a secluded inlet of the ocean.

It all happened too fast for Killian to even cry out, but when he looked at the others, Neal slammed his hand over his mouth before what he was seeing could even be translated by his brain. All three men had changed. They were still recognizable, but their smiles were now dominated by long and wickedly sharp fangs, and their eyes had become translucent, their irises now a faded gold nearly matching the whites of their eyes and almost eclipsing their tiny pupils, making them look like some sort of monster. But that was exactly what they were. Three vampires looked at him hungrily, and Killian was completely helpless before them.

He was pulled along by Felix to the other side of the inlet to see a small group of six or seven people splashing around in the water. The three vampires descended upon their unsuspecting prey and made short work of every single person there. Their screams were short lived- drowned out by the sound of the ocean, and then abruptly cut off as the monsters began to feast.

He recognized the metallic smell on the air from the wholesale slaughter happening just a few feet away as the same taste in his mouth when he woke last Saturday after drinking whatever Neal had given him. Emma had been telling him the truth. It was blood he had been given that night. Killian thrust his hand into his mouth to smother his own screams that begged for release, only to taste his own blood from where his fangs pierced the skin of his hand. Pulling his hand from his mouth, he stared, horrified, at the blood dripping down his arm.

It seemed only moments later that the three of them stood before him once again, completely covered with the blood and gore of their victims. Killian looked to where they had all been, to see nothing but the calm water of the inlet, no trace of the massacre that had just occurred.

“You are one of us now, Killian,” Neal said, licking his lips. “And you must feed. The sooner you make your first kill, the better. For the longer you wait, the stronger the bloodlust will become, until you have no control over it at all. And then,” he shrugged, a slight smile lifting the corner of his lips, “who knows what might happen?”

Killian knew to what, or rather to whom, Neal was referring. If he didn’t make his first kill soon, he’d lose control and hurt someone he loved- Emma, Belle, Henry, or Liam. A wave of nausea came over him, and he turned away vomiting up everything he’d consumed earlier. As soon as he was finished, he ran, ran, ran, back to the boardwalk, through the throngs of people until he made it to his car. He tore out of the parking lot and raced home, locking himself in his bedroom.

He curled up in the middle of his bed, sobbing uncontrollably, waiting for sleep to claim him, knowing it was an impossible hope.

~*~*~

Thank you for reading and reblogging!! I'd love to hear what you think!! The final chapter will be up on Friday!

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silkoodles · 7 days ago

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CS Vampire AU rewrite of The Broken Silence (old ver) written by MangoKat. Received permission by MangoKat to write and share. Follows the story of Broken Silence in a same but different way.

Sharing this CS fic to prove I'm still writing even though it's just un beta'd self indulgent drivel that hangs on a kind of cliff hanger. Completeing these chapters helped jumpstart me into writing other stuff tho so at least theres that. Its locked as well btw

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #a03 link #fanfiction

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haunteddollbaby · 22 days ago

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vamp ?

au:: kinda like monster high,, all the characters are different kinds of monsters. you and baji happen to be vampires. there's still gangs,, and baji sells weed and has a gun cs that's hot. dont ask questions js go w it.

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sorry for the sudden post ,, i thot i quit . it's just nobody has written a vampire baji fic,, and it's pmo . this is porn w a kinda plot & lowk a slow burn,, myf ! oh & not proofread... at all .

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

yk where i'm at sweets🖤.

read 2:22am

you roll your eyes. you've told shion to shut the fuck up with the nicknames,, but of course,, he doesnt listen. you have no choice but to deal with it though,, seeing as you don't know any other vamp dealers or even someone willing to deliver so late .

with a sigh,, you leave your room,, walk down the steps and slip on your yeezy slides. you stick your head out your door to look for shion's car where he always parks,, and it's there,, as expected.

what you didnt expect is to see shion's face being pressed against his own passenger window with his hands behind his back,, restrained by an officer .

'fucking idiot' you internally face palm .

there's two squad cars,, two officers searching shion's backseat,, and two pounds of weed in said officers' hands .

'yeah ,, he's not getting out for a while.' you shut your door,, slipping your slides right back off and proceeding right back to your room with a heart full of disappointment .

you figured he'd be caught soon,, shion was conspicuous as fuck. his hellcat had every illegal ass mod you could think of,, along with his flashing led lights,, too tinted windows,, and deafening music.

now that you think about it, it really was just a matter of time. but why'd it have to be down your block ?

'whatever i'll just smoke my last seventh.'

it's the next day,, and you're at school. what're you doing? you're talking to your best friend,, senju akashi,, of course .

"oh my fuckkk,, juju did i tell you what happened last night?" you were so geeked you forgot to tell your favorite poltergeist about your previous plugs incarceration !

"nawl,, what happened noww? you always got sum bullshit going on." senju laughed,, half at you,, half with you .

"bro why shion gon go ahead and get his stupid ass taken in. in front of his fave customer's house too. the bitch had me ready to shoot myself,, he know damn well i depended on him for my gas and he gon up and get arrested." you ranted,, "now where am i gon get my precious plant???"

"we been knew the bitch was stupid,, i mean if he was smart he would've never got that ugly ass head tat." senju laughed a little more before offering you some good ass info, "butttt i may be able to help you get a new dealer!"

"juju i love you sooo much,, you know that right???" senju really is your savior because you didn't know what you were about to do w/o your fix .

"you say that alllll the timeeee!! but i could definitely ask haru,, you know how connected he is. there's gotta be a vamp dealer in his gang. ill text him right noww !"

"okokk,, tell chiyo i said hii. and let me know what goes on,, i gotta get to bio. bye bye bookiee !" you blow senju a kiss along with your goodbye .

she returns the gesture, "you already know we got you,, see you later pooks !"

who figured that biology should be 2 hours long?? because they were wrong. as fuck.

biology is the most tedious subject you've ever been subjected to. and it didn't help that the teacher was a perv,, glancing down everytime a female walked by in an attempt to catch a glimpse up a skirt .

to add salt to your very open biology wound,, the teacher's assigning new seats today. you await your assignment with bated breath,, and lady luck is on your side !

you're seated in the last row's right corner,, next to the window .

'yesss!! this is the best possible outcome,, but... who the fuck sits next to me?'

your seatmate was assigned last,, which was anxiety inducing as hell may you mention,, but lady luck looked out again .

your seatmate is a fellow vampire,, his name unknown to you . that part didn't matter to you that much though,, you're more focused on how he looks like a God .

'oh my fuck this can't be realllll ,, my seat mate is fine as fuck and i got the window???? eeeeekkkk !!'

you must've been showing your happiness a little too much though because your new seatmate commented,,

"you look as happy about our seats as me pretty,, i bet i can keep you smiling like that all semester ♡." he shamelessly flirted,, all with a fanged smile that only made him look finer.

your thoughts drifted to what his fangs would feel like on- no n/n,, focus !! you need to respond fuck face,, "you're real confident,, let's see if you can pretty boy. you can start by telling me your name."

"i know i can,, pretty." he grins at the redness growing in your cheeks, "and you can call me kei,, aren't you y/n?"

"keiiii,," you drawl,, smiling to where your fangs can show too,, "that's cute,, rolls right off my tongue."

nonchalantly,, he responds,, "say my name like that one more time and sum might happen."

your eyes widen,, the scarlett in your cheeks growing,, but you continue as if you didn't hear him,, "but yes that's me,, you can call me n/n though. since i can tell we're gonna talk alot ."

"okay n/n,, since we're gonna talk alot,, can i have your number?" he asks,, still quietly laughing at your facial reaction,,

"hmmm,, give me your phone."

with that,, you two exchange numbers. you're conversation doesn't end there though. you talk and talk and get to know each other the rest of the 2 hour period. you can tell biology isn't gonna be as shitty as usual anymore .

it's lunch,, and you and senju just reunited under the tree where you always eat together.

"okay i just asked haruchiyo last period,, and he gave me this boys number. he said he's apart of his gang,, a vamp dealer and he delivers all night." senju gives you the good news along with the dealer's number .

you smile at the discovery of your new source of pretty green plant,, "tell him i said thank youu!"

it's 2:37am and you're getting ready to text your new plug .

you

hey ,, you around xxxx ? i got your number off sanzu .

read 2:22am

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

yea,, what you need ?

read 2:27am

you

2 zips,, flavors don't matter js make one sativa n one indica .

read 2:33am

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

igu,, send the addy

read 2:36am

you

777 xxxxx street

read 2:37am

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

rd,, ill be there in 10 .

read 2:39am

you loved a message .

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

im parked on the corner,, come out .

read 2:48am

you

i'm coming .

read 2:49am

(xxx)xxx-xxxx loved a message .

you walk out your door and see a scat pack hellcat .

'ohh shittyyy!! this the first time i'm seeing a scat pack,, this plug gotta be the real deal cs ts expensive as fuck. shion bitch ass only had the normal jawn ."

when you walk up to the driver's window,, it's already rolled down,, as expected. what you didn't expect is to see kei .

"oh hey kei,, you just keep getting more interesting." you say,, holding out his money to him.

"oh ian know you smoke,, pretty. that's cute,," he doesn't take the money,, but he hands you your fix,, "it's on me,, pretty girls like you shouldn't have to pay for anything."

"aw you're so sweet,, keiii." you say drawling his name mindlessly.

his eyes darken,, unbeknownst to you,, luckily for him you can't see enough into the car to see his lap .

"are you done for the night? because you can come in and smoke with me,, maybe stay a little... or longer?" you smile,, reaching through his window and twirling his hair around your pretty,, manicured finger .

see if anyone else tried this shit with him,, he would've lit them up,, but you? he'd love to take you up on your offer,, even though he isn't done for his night. his customers will be fine,, he figures.

"yeah,, ill come in."

"pretty room for a pretty girl." he says,, walking in and making himself comfortable in your bay window.

"thank youuu,, here pick a show and the color of the lights." you say handing him the tv remote as well as the one for your led lights.

you settle across from him,, rolling tray in lap,, accompanied by your ganja accessories and your newly bought zips. you take 2 big nugs from each bag and grind them up.

"sooo who rolling ?"

"you know how to roll ?"

"duh i deal."

"okay smart ass,, let's both roll. whoever's L is pearliest gets to make the loser do whatever they want."

"you ready to gimme a kiss mama ?"

"you're cocky for somebody who hasn't even opened up the wraps."

keisuke takes initiative and pulls a pack of sweetwood flat leaves out his pocket,, strawberry cream. he fishes a leaf from the packaging and proceeds to lick around the rough rectangle,, perfecting its shaping with his fangs .

'fuck he's hot .'

"y/n,, you're drooling."

you're awakened from your trance; baji's words act as the snap of a hypnotist,, and you happen to be the hypnotized .

"oh fuck up and focus your pretty face on licking the wrap."

you empty the grinder of its contents,, vibrant green petals littered with purple speckles and white powdery coating,, beautiful if you do say so yourself.

baji scoops the gas into the wrap and starts packing the wood,, he definitely rolls like a boy. the wood comes out smokable though,, luckily.

yours is perfectly tucked,, not too tight yet not loose. neither of you needed any papers,, so both your blunts were atleast decent.

baji puts his blunt to your lips n lights it there, and you puff it. you debate on what trick to do but ultimately choose a simple ghost. you pass him his L back and light your own,, blowing the smoke in his face,, eliciting a grimace from the vampire boy.

"i think mine is better,," baji smirked,, moving closer to you,, "so about my kiss. now or later ?"

"ha. that's cute,, delusional,, but cute. my shit looks like a pre roll. i definitely won"

"so we both get something from the other,, yeah?"

the last word makes you blush. you can't tell if the cause is his tone,, the word itself or whatever. either way,, your thighs clench the slightest bit as you feel warmth pool in your panties.

"i guess so,, but i get mines first since my L is prettier." you let out a little giggle that makes baji's dick strain against his gray tech sweats,, but he covers it with a gengar plushy you had laying around,, "may i,, pretty boy?"

"you can have whatever you want,, beautiful. js keep looking at me like that."

you grab his wrist,, and bring his blunt to your lips,, taking a long,, steady drag,, all while maintaining eye contact. you gently trace his jaw line with your free hand before guiding his face to your own,, letting the smoke escape your mouth. keisuke understands your intentions immediately,, as he instantly inhales it. he gently grabs your neck before locking his lips onto yours,, the remaining smoke returning to you,, before he pulls away.

"you're sexy as fuck,, you know that?"

"i've been told,, now hit your L before it goes out." you smile,, as you follow your own advice.

"i wanna be like you when i grow up,, y/n !!" senju whisper shrieks.

she's walking floating you to bio as you confide in her about your last week's escapades with your new vamp dealer. she's used to you letting shit marinate before letting her know,, so no hard feelings.

"i should've went furtherrrr,, i wanted a taste of his blood,, but i pussied out. bro,, he's sexy asf & respectful. kiab,, i'd let him fuck." you grin idiotically just thinking about him.

"shit,, i can't even blame you. boys with manners do it da besttt. wait,," senju stops abruptly before you walk into biology,, "don't you have this class with him?????"

"yea,, we've been getting to know each other better & shit." your smile only widens & your cheeks redden,, "i actually know a decent amount about his personal life now. our views are similar & i lowk feel like we have a genuine connection."

"girl if youn get your man!" she pushes you into the classroom,, and you make your way to sit beside an awaiting keisuke.

"who got you smiling & blushing,, n/n?" he scoffs,, "i thought we agreed i was onnat?"

"does it matter who? it's not like you gon do sum are you?" you tease,, unknowing of the consequences.

"gimme your hand."

you raise an eyebrow,, but comply,, placing your hand in his. he brings yours down to his waistband,, placing your hand on something... hard?

"fuck the thought of me with somebody else got you hard? cuck ass-"

he lifts his shirt with a shit-eating,, pointy-toothed grin,, exposing the sleek handle of his glock17.

"play with me like dat again & ill shoot dat lil bitch ass boy then fuck you with my gun. you're my girl,, you feel me?"

"i definitely wanna feel you in me."

kei's expression remained the same,, aside from the newfound redness in his cheeks to match yours.

"that can be arranged,, mama. you have my number,, and you know i'd drop everything for you. matter fact,, ill be over tonight,, leave your window open."

"it's never closed,, come by whenever." you gave him a sly wink,, "oh & could you bring me two more zips please? i got the money to pay for the last two & two more-"

"what i say last time? you're too pretty to be paying for shit. i ain't broke,, baby. keep your money & buy some nice to wear for me tonight. one indica & one sativa,, yeah?"

you excitedly look at the beautiful lavender lace lingerie laid out on your bed,, tags still on,, fresh from your emergency afterschool shopping trip with your favorite poltergeist. you quickly scoop it up & make your way to the bathroom connected to your room,, not bothering to shut the door. kei won't be here until later,, it's only 1:37am,, you figure.

you were wrong,, wrong as fuck. it's 2:22am & you're almost done with your shower when baji sneaks in through your window. he hears the shower and decides not to potentially overstep any boundaries of yours. instead he simply places your zips on your nightstand and opts to lay on your bed,, introduce himself to your plushies as your boyfriend & spark up.

3 minutes later you walk back into you room,, smelling like flowers,, clad in only your lavender lingerie. you're pleasantly surprised to see baji laid up in your bed. he immediately sits up upon seeing you.

"hey gorgeous,, you look ethereal. good girl,, listening to me when i told you to get sum fa me. i was only playing,, you know?" he pulls a wad of hundreds out his pocket,, spreading em out,, "come sit,, baby."

when a man this sexy talks,, you listen. you oblige and take a seat in his lap,, more so straddling him than sitting on him. he passes you the blunt to occupy you while he takes his money and spreads it along your tits. you feel something harden beneath you as he does.

"fuck you look so good,, mama." he splits the cash in half,, folds it up,, places one half in his pocket,, and the other in between your boobs,, "keep that,, your new outfit is on me. and get sum more too. i wanna see you in blood red."

"then you'll have to come back tomorrow,, pretty boy." you smile sweetly,, subtly taking of his jacket,, before fiddling with his belt buckle,, "i missed you this wholeee week. why didn't you come by? you know i love surprises." you take a drag and do a clean french inhale.

his hands rest on your waist,, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your sides. "i missed you more,, mama,, but business is business. i can only come around so often." this elicits a pout from you that makes baji's dick jerk,, "fuck don't make that face or sum might happen."

"make sum happen then,, or are you pussy? hm keiiii?" you tease,, hoping to get shut up,, and your wish is his command.

suddenly the grip on your waist tightens,, and your flipped onto your own bed,, blunt discarded. baji,, now above you,, kisses you,, biting into your lip to gain access to your mouth. your tongues swirl around each other before you pull away to trail kisses down his jawline,, inching lower and lower until your lips are to his neck. you kiss it before giving it a tender bite,, sucking the blood from the wound you created,, drawing a deep,, gruff moan from keisuke.

you don't have enough time to bask in his beautiful sounds before his fingers are circling your clit,, his other hand fingering your sopping hole. you unwillingly let out a squeal,, rolling your hips into his hands. keisuke's so good you swear you can cum on his fingers within in a minute... and he notices.

"what a slut,, already tightening around my fingers and it hasn't even been 30 seconds. you needed me real bad,, huh mama? use your words." baji teased,, with that familiar fanged grin that somehow made him look sexier.

"yesss,, kei !! needed you soso--fuckkk !-- bad! please don't stop,, i think im gonna-"

"no,, not yet,, mama." he laughed,, pulling his hands away entirely,, before taking your panties off completely.

you whine loudly,, annoyed by the sudden lack of stimulation. your hands fly back to his belt buckle,, loosening his belt and pulling his pants and underwear to his knees in a swift motion. keisuke was hung. at least 9 inches with a prominent vein on the top and your hand could barely fit around it. you spit on your hand and stroked him off,, your free hand fiddling with his balls. baffled by the sudden loss of control,, keisuke allows himself to succumb to the pleasure of your ministrations,, bucking his hips to your hands.

as you continue,, kei rids himself of his wifebeater,, his chest on full display. you slow down,, distracted by his greek god-like figure,, allowing him to position you as he pleases. next thing you know,, your ankles are being held above your head,, your tits spilling out of your bra,, and baji is thrusting into you at a steady pace. he angles up,, intentionally hitting your spot just right. you can't help the screams that come out your mouth,, and baji wouldn't want you to anyway. you claw at his back,, drawing blood in some places,, only causing baji to moan and speed up.

when baji feels you getting close,, he switches positions. he flips you on your stomach abruptly,, and you arch your back instinctively.

"awww you're such a whore for me,, pretty baby." he unclasps your bra effortlessly before grabbing your neck from the back and continuing to ruthlessly batter your cervix

you felt him so deep in you,, you thought you were about to burst. the coil in your stomach only tightened,,and the euphoria that enveloped your body only grew as he continued. you knew he felt the same.

"keiiiii,, please cum with me baby! please,, please-"

"mhm,, come on,, pretty."

you both finished,, but keisuke didnt bother to pull out,, opting to bask in the warmth of your cunt instead. it was quiet for a while before he whispered to you,,

"be my girlfriend,, yeah n/n?"

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thatbennybee · 9 months ago

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So if Halloween was a thing in ROF and CS au. What would the poppies and their branch dress up as?

ROF Poppy would definitely wear a silly mascot costume like she does in canon

Like a big piece of candy or a pumpkin or something. CS Poppy would be like, a witch or a vampire.

Either Branch would like to dress up as something spooky like a werewolf, Dracula, zombie. Personal headcanon that he really likes Halloween and would love being able to get away with purposely scaring trolls once a year with overly elaborate contraptions and inventions

I think he'd get a little too into it but CS Poppy would definitely encourage it more than ROF Poppy would.

#cs!asks #rof!asks #askbee

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snowbellewells · 2 years ago

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@booksteaandtoomuchtv Oh my goodness, this might be my favorite chapter of the story yet!! The beauty and the love that flow through this update are really gorgeous, and I can’t help but just be wrapped up in it and warmed by it. After the uncertainty and self-denial that Emma has struggled with (and that Killian has been through waiting for her) it is so exciting to see her opening up and allowing herself to be loved by her mate and to love him back!!! ❤️❤️❤️ Just as Emma is nearly overcome by his devotion and how it is possible one like him could love her, you got me all emotional along with her at this: “What’s a decade or two when you live forever?” He answered with a smile before adding softly, “For an opportunity to hold you again, I would have held out hope for us until we both ceased to exist.”

I also loved how you worked in his leading her through the waltz, their intense discussion about the bond that would come with the bite and marking, and then when Emma finally truly speaks her love out loud at the end. Just wonderful and amazing!! Truly!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Witchy Woman (7/10)

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LOOK AT THIS STUNNING ARTWORK BY @cocohook38

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tag: @anmylica, @deckerstarblanche, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4, @pirateswhore, @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert (let me know if you want to be added or dropped)

Lifting her gaze from the seemingly endless lines of tiny, irregular text in front of her, she let her eyes rest on the sight of the gorgeous vampire studying a similarly old and yellowed text. He toyed with his pen, cleverly manipulating it between his fingers, as he read unaware she’d stopped her own research. Her heart almost hurt as she took in features too perfect to be real, his cheekbones had been carved by a particularly gifted angel doing their best work, the perfection of his jaw was highlighted by deep amber scruff, and his eyes were the deep, rich blue of a clear winter sky.

He was focused, his tongue running under this sharp canine as he read. His fangs weren’t elongated now as they’d been when he ran them along her neck this morning. He had held her tight, thrusting deep into her, as she rocked against him chasing her pleasure. The scrape of his fangs had sent shivers straight to her core. The memory crept up on her all morning in vivid detail while they worked distracting her completely from the dull, ancient texts.

Emma heard so many things about the bite from a vampire. Connections between vampire pairs and vampires and their mates were deepened by the bite. Some claimed it was the most intimate connection any supernatural pairs could share - and werewolves could communicate telepathically with their mates. Most who were bitten by vampires agreed it was the most pleasurable experience they’d ever had - some even became obsessed, addicted to the bite. Emma wondered how enjoyable it would have to be to cause people to stalk vampires, seeking another hit of the venom. Older vampires were said to cause more pleasure. Killian was one of the oldest she’d ever heard of. What could his bite do to her?

“Does it really…” Emma felt her face heat when those stunning eyes looked up to meet hers. The intensity of his gaze heated her more than the question she had started to ask.

“Does what really what, Swan?” His voice was hardly more than a rumble. When he took in the deep blush blooming on her features, his lips quirked up in a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.

“Your bite, does it really enhance things?”

“Enhance things?” Killian’s eyes danced with humour. He clearly knew what she was asking and was enjoying her embarrassment entirely too much.

“Never mind,” she snapped and returned her attention to the book before her.

“Do you want to know what a vampire’s bite is like? Because you can read that in any of your many books on the subject.” Killian asked keeping his voice in that low villainous timbre. His eyes were rolling with that starlight of magic. “Or, are you asking what my bite, specifically, would do to you?”

“What would make your bite different?”

Killian’s gaze flicked away as he chewed over his next words. He turned his attention back to her and hesitated for a moment - his tongue wetting his bottom lip followed quickly by his teeth grazing over the spot. Why is he nervous?

“If I were to bite you, Swan, I believe it would transform our relationship completely.”

“Because you’re such a powerful vampire and I won’t be able to stay away from your allure after one bite?” Emma teased.

“No. Because when a vampire bites their mate, he gives her more of himself. You would see memories some memories as with most bites, but you would also know what I am feeling so long as my venom is in you. Since you are a witch, I expect there would be some exchange of our powers. I’ve heard powerful conduits,” he looked at her pointedly before continuing, “share an even deeper connection with their mates after their bond is solidified in this way.”

“You believe that I am your mate?”

“I know it to be so.”

“How?” Her voice was hardly above a whisper. “Don’t you have to taste my blood before you can be certain?”

“When your blood is fresh, I can smell it.” His cheeks were rosy at the admission as if it were something embarrassing to admit. “The night before you ended things, you had cut your hand while we were cooking together.”

“You’ve known all this time?” Emma murmured. “We’ve wasted all this time?”

“What’s a decade or two when you live forever?” He answered with a smile before adding softly, “For an opportunity to hold you again, I would have held out hope for us until we both ceased to exist.”

Tears pricked at her eyes. How did she come to have a love like his? Of one thing she was absolutely certain, she’d spend the rest of their infinite lives showing him that he was loved just as deeply and unconditionally as he loved her. She’d prove to him that his faith in them, his hope over all this time apart wasn’t wasted.

§§§§ §§§§ §§§§ §§§§

The Supernatural Gala held on the first night of the festivities was, Emma was certain, a form of torture banned by several governments. The dress that Anna had produced for her to wear tonight clung tightly to her form. She supposed it was fashionable and exquisite in its own right, but it made her skin itch and she felt a bit like she was playing dress up with her mum’s clothes, wanting to be the elegant grown-up that the finery suggested she should be.

Anna had transformed the dated ballroom into a scene that rivalled something from the Fae Courts. The high ceiling had become a clear night sky, twinkling with stars. The old wooden columns had been transformed into large, sprawling trees that reached toward the night sky. Their trunks were wrapped with cloth that shimmered as if it were woven from moonbeams. Flowers with petals so deep a blue that they might have been black bloomed on some trees, while others were filled with leaves the colour of freshly fallen snow. Music from an orchestra that Emma could not find drifted into the room and muted the conversations between guests. A few couples were dancing to the music, their movements impossibly complex and graceful. Most of the guests were standing in tight groups exchanging hollow pleasantries while they sipped endless glasses of wine.

“Amphitrite would envy how well you wear her waters.” Killian appeared by her side with a glass of wine and the warmth she hadn’t realised she was missing until his arm was wrapped around her waist. His perfectly tailored suit was the same fathomless blue as the ocean at night kissed by the moon, the same colour as her gown, the colour of his eyes when they darkened with need.

Emma rolled her eyes at him - as if his words and his muscular legs in those tight slacks didn’t affect her - and she plucked the glass out of his hand. She leaned into his side and he tightened his hold, his hook resting on her hip. She sipped at the wine gratefully before resting her head against his shoulder. “I hate these things.”

“I know, love.” He pressed a kiss into her hair. Emma adored that he didn’t press her further, didn’t try to convince her these were fun or necessary events, and didn’t brush off her comment with a dismissive, “It isn’t that bad.” Rather, he stood by her side making the whole stuffy night more bearable with his steady presence (and the wine - of course).

He took the empty glass from her hand and set it on a nearby table and offered his hand to her. “What do you say, Swan, would you dance with me?”

Emma smiled, laying her hand in his. “Why not?”

“That’s the spirit.”

She followed his confident movements in a complex dance that many of the other guests seemed to know the steps to as well. She knew the music must indicate the moves that were expected of the guests, but it all sounded like background music to her.

“It’s a waltz,” Killian murmured, answering her unasked question.

“Of course, you know how to waltz.”

“Mum was fascinated by balls and masquerades,” Killian spoke softly as he led her in a series of turns and complex steps. “She told Liam and me these fanciful, romantic stories of men and women falling in love as they danced together in ballrooms filled with magic and wonder. She danced with us, her little princes, humming the songs that she overheard from the ballrooms she was never invited into.”

The sadness behind his eyes at the memories tugged at her heart. She wanted him to know that he was not alone any longer and she was glad he’d shared such a precious memory with her. She wasn’t quite sure how to tell him just that, so she pulled him close to her, interrupting the graceful movements of the dance to kiss him.

He kissed her back as though she were the only thing that had ever mattered.

A cloud of white haze surrounded them, magic swirling, gently pulling and twisting until it wrapped them up tightly and transported them away from the noisy gathering. Killian raised an eyebrow when he saw the familiar walls of his bedroom surrounding them. Emma smiled back at him with a mixture of pride and mischievousness on her features. “That’s quite a trick, Swan.”

Smile still in place, she wiggled her fingers and his jacket and shirt were tossed carelessly onto the floor. He pulled her to him and kissed her again, nipping her bottom lip and soothing the sting with his tongue. She moaned lowly as his tongue tasted and teased her. He swallowed her moan. “You taste divine.”

“You’ve never tried a bite,” Emma teased.

Killian tensed in her arms. “Emma?” The emotion behind that one word cracked his voice as he searched her features for an answer to a question he didn’t dare ask.

“I want you to.”

“You’re certain?” He kept his eyes focused on hers, ensuring there were no traces of doubt or hesitation hidden somewhere in them. “Once we do this, we can’t take it back.”

Emma lifted to her toes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. His stubble was rough on her lips, but it made her smile. Everything about this moment felt right. Her magic hummed and stirred around them as if it, too, agreed she was making the right decision. The fear she expected to accompany this decision was notably absent. Instead, she was filled with a pleasant hum of anticipation and an absolute certainty that this was going to be a wonderful thing for them to share. “I want to be yours in every way, Killian. That includes the way that vampires are together. I want you to mark me.”

“As you wish.” His voice was more growl, more vampire than she’d ever heard it before. Excitement spread through her - her chest and cheeks flushing a deep red. “You look absolutely delicious when you flush like that for me.”

Quicker than she could track his movements, he was behind her unzipping her gown and dragging his lips along her neck. The gown flowed to the floor, pooling at her feet. Killian sucked in a breath at the sight of her naked before him.

“So bloody perfect, Emma.” He told her as he carried her to his bed and laid her down almost reverently. He tugged off his trousers and pants in a quick motion. He kneeled before her. “I love having you laid out before me with your cunt dripping.” His warm breath flowed over her sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from her. “I haven’t even touched you yet, love.”

“Needy witch.” Then, his tongue was on her. He ran the flat of his tongue slowly up her slit, savouring the taste of her. He nipped lightly on her clit before licking and sucking at her folds again. He slipped two fingers into her, stroking her and building the tension up, while he sucked at her clit. Her hips lifted from the bed, desperately trying to reach her peak quicker.

“Impatient little thing,” he admonished softly, pulling his head away from her as retribution for her trying to take control. He trailed kisses along her thigh, smirking at the whines and curses flowing from her at his cruelty. She grabbed his hair and pulled him back to her centre. A low laugh escaped him, vibrating against her clit in the most wonderful way, and he returned his full attention to pleasuring her with his clever fingers and tongue.

He twirled his tongue around her clit in a motion that made her buck against him once again “Fuck, Killian.” She could feel him smile even as he continued devouring her. His rough stubble provided her with additional friction carrying her even closer to the edge.

The tension was almost too much, the release a moment away, when he sunk his fangs into her thigh. Warmth spread through her as he drank, she felt like she was floating away, a blissful haze welcoming her as she shattered around his fingers.

Pictures flashed through her mind, moments Killian had captured and held dear of them working together of her smiling at him of the yearning he’d felt over the years. Something deep, something eternal flooded her system as he smoothed the wound over with sweet kisses, murmuring praises into her skin as he watched her intently as if he expected her to regret it.

The words rushed out of her before she could think about it and stop them.

“I love you."

#cssns23 #vampire!killian #witch!emma #witchy woman #cs au fanfic #major CS fic rec ❤️⚓️❤️#such a talented shipmate 💕⚓️💕#@booksteaandtoomuchtv

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