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One last kiss. #CaptainSwan

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one year of captain swan: 163/365

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One last kiss. #CaptainSwan

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Booty Call (CS one-shot)

The Enchanted Forest doesn’t really have booty calls. Luckily, Emma and Killian are good at coming to understandings despite all their cultural differences.

Some kind of canon-divergence/AU around season 3, let’s not worry about the specifics. Inspired by this. Ridiculousness and smut with feelings.

My contribution to @csseptembersunshine. Thanks so much to @profdanglaisstuff for looking this over for me and to @thesschesthair for the inspiration!

Rated M, ~7,700 words | read on ao3

“Dating,” Mary Margaret says, setting down her wine glass. “So much easier back home.”

Ruby shoots her a doubtful look. “You mean when your parents find you a match?”

“That’s not how David and I got together,” Mary Margaret protests. “That’s not how it works for most people.”

“Right, you hit him in the face with a rock,” Ruby says, snickering. “So much easier than asking him out.”

Emma leans back, trying to hold back her laughter as Mary Margaret struggles to explain. She’s still not sure where she falls on the “Enchanted Forest vs Storybrooke” debate; her experience in the Enchanted Forest wasn’t exactly rosy.

Though it did admittedly have its good sides.

And it does sound kind of nice, the way Mary Margaret describes courting. Less predatory than Emma is used to. She’s under no illusion that the men of the Enchanted Forest are all perfect gentlemen, but not having to worry about how many days to wait until calling sounds like a definite plus.

Or it would, if she was the kind of woman to call.

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“Hello there,” he said, smirk already in place on his features as she walked up the gangplank. “What brings you out here tonight?”

“Oh, you know.” She walked towards him, purposely casual. “Nothing on Netflix, had some time on my hands…”

“Nothing better to do than me?” he suggested.

She laughed and rolled her eyes, as if that wasn’t what she was here for. Pointless, really. He already knew what she was here for. There was nothing else out here but him.

“Something like that.”

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A Vision Softly Creeping

I labored over this for a long time: an attempt at dealing with some of the trauma Killian and Emma went through, and issues between them brought to the surface by that trauma. Bear with me, I’m not a psychologist, and my intention was not to describe a realistic therapy session. Thank you @effulgentcolors for the encouragement!

title: A Vision Softly Creeping

summary: Killian keeps having nightmares he can’t quite remember. With Dr. Hopper’s help, he discovers one of the reasons for them, and that might require a painful, in-depth talk with Emma. Set post season 6, shortly after the wedding.

word count: ~6,6k

rating: M and N for nightmares.

also on: ff.net and ao3.

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It’s not a sudden movement or sound that wakes her up, no, it’s like some mysterious force that pulls her from the depths of her sleep, which is extraordinary in itself – because normally not even a cannon fired beside her bed would wake her up. She has slept through blaring alarm clocks, ringing phones and thunderstorms. But every time her newly wed husband is having one of those dreams, she seems to sense it even on the bottom of her subconscious.

Emma opens her eyes in the moonlit darkness and, after getting past her slight disorientation, notices Killian’s silhouette sitting upright beside her. From the way his shoulders move she can see that he’s breathing heavily. She lifts herself up into an upright position, and when he feels the shifting of the mattress, he turns his head to look at her.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” he murmurs and runs his hand through his hair, his voice thick with sleep and something else she can’t quite define. He seems tense, and in the moonlight she catches a glimpse of the fine sheen of sweat that covers his bare shoulders and collarbones.

“That dream again?” she asks softly and puts her palm to his scruffy cheek.

His eyes that had been scanning the darkness almost erratically focus on hers again, and she reads barely faded panic mixed with relief and something deeper, indecipherable to her, that seems to have a grip on him.

“Killian?” she prompts, and he snaps out of it. In a sudden move, his hand comes up to the back of her head and pulls her in for a kiss almost brusquely, eliciting a startled gasp from her.

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The Man You Want To Be

Sort of a missing scene, set after Dark Waters, this was triggered by a conversation with @ohmakemeahercules. It’s not exactly a sequel to  Unhappy Beginnings, where Killian told Emma about his childhood, but it kind of refers to it.

title: The Man You Want To Be

summary: Killian tells Emma story how he found out that he had a little half-brother. Yeah, painful.

word count: 2,5 k

rating: G and SL for a bit of self-loathe

also on: ff.net and ao3

Fresh air seems like a good idea after the claustrophobic hours spent aboard the Nautilus, and so they leave Emma’s bug where it is, parked in front of the hospital, and walk home where Henry is waiting for them. They stop for a moment at the diner to pick up some of their favorite food and have a drink at the bar while they’re waiting for it. Killian smiles a little smile to himself when he recalls the lad’s words spoken to him before – See you at home – the message in them evident. It was their home, and he was as welcome there as he was in their family.

“Did you know you had a half-brother?” Emma’s voice startles him from his pleasant, peaceful thoughts, and his heart sinks a little. He hoped he could avoid this talk a little longer, even if he knew the moment would come when Emma would ask him about this.

He averts his eyes and hesitates for a moment, before he finally admits, “Aye.”

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Home Alone or How The Grinch Found Christmas

Hello @killianjones, it’s me, your Secret Santa! It’s been a pleasure to talk to you during the past few weeks! And here I have finally your gift, I truly hope you like it!

title: Home Alone or How The Grinch Found Christmas

summary: Modern AU: Emma Swan and Killian Jones both planned to visit their siblings for Christmas… both were thwarted by the weather. Does it have to be a lonely Christmas for them?

rating: G and CF for Christmas fluff

word count: ~ 4,5 k

also on: ff.net and ao3

“Rob, wait!” A familiar voice stops him just when he’s about to pack up his stuff including the last remaining tree, a crooked, ugly thing. The voice comes from a bundled-up figure, muffled by an enormous scarf wrapped around his neck and lower half of his face. He squints his eyes, his sight a bit hindered by the clouds of his own breath and the snowflakes in his eyelashes. It can’t be, but it sure looks like it’s…  

“Killian? The bloody hell are you doing here?” he calls. “I thought you were long at home by now, already getting squiffy on Liam’s eggnogg!”

“I wish,” his friend growls and pulls the scarf a bit down. “Haven’t you heard that the airport’s closed?”

“Of course I have,” he replies, “but I thought you got out long before.”

Killian huffs. “My flight was one of the first to get canceled.”

“Bloody sucks!” Robin comments, and then it dawns on him. “So you’ve come here to buy a tree?”

“Bloody does,” Killian agrees grumpily, “and aye, that’s exactly what I want.”

“Well, you’re lucky, mate. I’ve got one left.” Robin sways his arm out in a worldly gesture, hoping to distract his friend from the fact that the only remaining tree he can offer is a short, crooked thing he should be ashamed to ask any money for.

Turns out, no such distraction is needed, because they’re both thrown off track by an equally bundled figure holding the tree in question in her gloved hand. The blond waves cascading down from under the already snow-caked beanie indicate it’s a woman.

“Excuse me, love,” Killian addresses her, “but that’s my tree.”

“Think not, buddy,” comes the dry and not very friendly reply, “it’s this guy's” – she waves the miserable little tree at Robin – “and as soon as I’ve paid him, it’s gonna be mine.”

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The Life That You’ve Lost

So yesterday I saw a gifset of this scene

And I had to write a drabble about Emma’s thoughts and feelings. So here you go.

title: The Life That You’ve Lost

summary: see above

rating: LF for leap of faith

word count: almost 1k

also on: ao3 and later on ff.net, once it lets me post.

She knew it. From the moment he stepped into her apartment and into her life in his ridiculous pointed boots and his bizarre leather outfit that looked so oddly not weird on him, she knew that he means trouble, that her life was going to be turned upside down.

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Family, Kind Of

Finally, I finished my very first knightrook ff… well, technically it’s not really knightrook, it’s more CS plus Alice… just give it a try? I do blame @thesschesthair a lot for fueling my knightrook feels, so this one’s for you.

title: Family, Kind Of

word count: 3k

summary: Alice Jones from Hyperion Heights, Seattle, comes to Storybrooke, Maine to finally meet the man who looks like her papa’s twin… and to hug the woman who saved his life.

rating: G for general and FF for family fluff

also on: ff.net and ao3

“You’ll take care of her, do you hear me, lad?” There’s still a trace of the severe police detective in Killian’s voice, and he gives Henry the no-nonsense look.

The young man huffs, but in a good-humored way, because he perfectly well understands his friend’s concern. He’s a father himself, after all, and the most important thing to him is the safety of his loved ones, especially his own daughter. “Of course I will,” he replies in a deep, soothing voice. “You can trust me, Hook.”

“Good.” Killian sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “I suppose then I’ll have no other choice than to let her go.”

“Relax,” Henry tries to comfort, “she’ll be back in no time.”

The former pirate nods grumpily. “Never too soon,” he grumbles and pulls Henry into a hug. “Say hello to your mother for me.”

“I will.” Henry returns the hug a little clumsily. “Sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Maybe next time, lad.”

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The Way These Stories Go

My contribution to this year’s Captain Swan Storybook is a throwback to the beginnings, a missing scene/behind the scenes of episode 2x05 (The Doctor).

title: The Way These Stories Go

summary: A glimpse into Killian’s thoughts and feelings during the walk from the ogre lawn to the beanstalk

rating: G and BP for brooding pirate

also available: ff.net, ao3 and the CSSB 2017.

Trudging through the forest, the four women let Hook lead the way, still in his fake blacksmith attire, hand and now hookless arm tied together in front of his body. They are following him right on his heels, the hostile warrior and the delicate, slightly gullible princess directly behind him while the short-haired and the blonde who bested him with her mysterious powers and her impressive knife bring up the rear. He can hear them whisper, probably about him. Well, they don’t trust him an inch, and he doesn’t blame them. Nobody seems to be interested in him any further at the moment or demanding from him to offer more explanations of where exactly they’re headed and what will expect them when they get there, and he’s glad about that. As much as he likes verbal sparring, a spirited conversation, wielding his words like a razor-sharp cutlass – right now he’s thankful for the silence which gives him the chance to dwell on his own thoughts.

With a sense of disbelief, he’s still trying to process what just went on in the last hour or so; there’s no use in sugarcoating what happened – neither his nearly three hundred years of piracy nor the element of surprise, the advantage of knowing more than they did, had been enough to save him from being caught off guard and overmastered like a bloody amateur. Tied to a tree and almost fed to gruesome creatures without being able to move as much as a single muscle to fight… he can’t remember the last time he found himself in such dire straits.

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