“The snow continues to rain down on them, and her jeans are almost completely soaked, but she doesn’t move, because with each note that he sings, her muscles seem to unlock and the pains in her chest start to become less.
“Let it be… let it be… let it be… let it be… whisper words of wisdom… let it be.”
with the quote here bc hurray Tumblr edit mode on phone xc
Meet Killian Jones. Attractive. Wealthy. Arrogant. He has it all… until he becomes aggressively unattractive outside as he is on the inside. Cursed to find someone that can see him better than he can see himself, he hides away, because who could ever learn to love a beast?
I’m not lying when I say this story wouldn’t be here without @initiala and @idristardis. They kicked my ass and gave me encouragement when I needed it the most. You ladies are lovely.
Make sure check out the flipping amazing art @cocohook38 did for me and show her the love she deserves. Banner – Chp 1 – Chp 5
Please please make sure you go check out all the other stories included in csbb. They are all amazing and you won’t regret it, I assure you.
I WILL BE IN NJ AT THE OUAT CON WHEN GUYS READ THIS. WISH ME LOVELY COLIN TIME 😀
Double line breaks mean change in POV
Chapter Five – Dear Prudence
Emma has never been much of a runner. Sure, she works out to
keep herself healthy and fit—it’s kind of a must in her line of work—but
running is just… the worst. However, there are a lot of skips that like
to run when they realize she’s there to turn them in, so she pushes down her
distaste for the exercise and steps on a treadmill at least twice a week. Not
that she’ll ever really admit it, but it also helps clear her head. When she’s
on the treadmill with her earbuds in, her mind is free from thought and free
from worry, and free from thinking about the next place she’s going to run to.
Okay, so it’s just the physical act that I dislike.
Gah this chapter was just dfkjghsfaldldfska, I love how Killian just starts singing to her, and of course she would immediately feel calmer thanks to it ❤
And oh poor Liam, my heart broke for him, crying because he can’t help his little brother even though he was so elated to hear that Emma didn’t even think twice about his appearance, and him being all stubborn and closed off ugh, it’s so Killian but also so frustrating, I’m so glad Emma gave him a piece of her mind.
Canon-compliant post 6×07 smut (at least I’m pretty sure it’s canon compliant? I never watched s6.) Later that night, Emma’s hand won’t stop shaking. A bit of praise kink. My second entry for @cscocktoberfest (Only a little bit late this time! Yay!) ~4.7k words. No major trigger warnings apply.
When they leave the Charming’s apartment that night, it’s not without copious complaining beforehand. Emma hadn’t wanted to leave the apartment where her father lay comatose in bed as Snow cuddled and tried to soothe a baby Neal whose crying had picked up when he realized his father wouldn’t respond to the pokes to the chest.
(Killian realized with a pang that it was a game Dave played with his son. Neal poking him would provoke a reaction, dramatic and giggle-inducing, that could entertain Neal for hours on end.)
(Now he just slept on, dead to the world.)
(All around, not a particularly banner day in Storybrooke.)
Emma sits
at her vanity in her nightgown staring blankly at her reflection while her Aunt
Ruby brushes her hair. Two nights have past since the Royal Guard came aboard
the Jolly trying to arrest Killian for a crime he didn’t commit, two night
since she was forced to come up on deck and reveal herself as the Crown
Princess, two nights since her Uncle Graham, head of the knights and her
personal bodyguard showed up and insisted to know why she was there, two nights
since Killian agreed to be taken to the dungeon.
The streets of New Orleans were light up like a kaleidoscope, beaded necklaces flashing and refracting a million different colors, blinding her. Her whole world is spinning just a little, the buzz of the alcohol thrumming through her veins, lending a pleasant tint to everything happening. Hot bodies press against her as she tugs her friend over to another bar, music seeping out from under the door, a woman with tattoos and tartan skirts and clanging jewelry ushering them inside.
The walls are a deep red, almost black in the dim light. The pulse of the music crawls up from the soles of her feet and into her heart, bouncing in her bones and making them ache needly. Emma pushes her way to the bar, orders a whiskey sour and downs it in a few seconds, catching the eye of the man next to her still trying to get the barkeeps attention. She looks at him and finds herself caught in eyes as blue as the hottest part of a flame framed by thick, dark lashes. She smiles a little sloppily and he smiles back, dimples popping in his stubbled cheeks.
“I’m Killian,” he shouts over the thrum of the music, leaning ever so slightly closer to her on the bar. Emma slides her hand up his forearm, fingers curling around his bicep, squeezing softly then grazing her nails back down. Her hair falls in golden waves around them as she brings her lips up to his ear – the spark of a burgundy earring – and whispers her name back to him. He shivers and she grins wolfishly.
First off, a HUGE thank you to @initiala for putting together this dream event. I mean 100 smutty contributions in a thirty day period, I can’t even keep up with posts on @cscocktoberfest. Next, thanks to my girl @xhookswenchx for providing me a setting for my story with this post of her travel experience, and letting me build upon it for Emma’s travel experience. And last, all the love and appreciation for @hookedonapirate for hooking me up with some last minute beta services!
Emma is done, she needs a change. With a little money, a lot of nerve, and nary a plan, she purchases a train ticket back home. When she runs into a sexy Brit heading in the same direction, she realizes she needs a little more than just a change of pace, she needs to get laid. Smut ya’ll, with a little bit of story line to go along. Written for the 2018 CS Cocktober Event. (Disclaimer – as always, I put a cut line!)
To help @cscocktoberfest reach its goal of 100 smutty pieces in a month, I’ve thrown together this little follow-up to A Dream Together, which was what I had originally planned to submit for it. This picks up just where the other left off.
Summary: After realising that the dreams he’s been having about Emma were both real and shared, and that she is in danger, Killian shows up at her door in New York. She doesn’t recognise him… except his eyes, from her dreams. The kiss she lays on him returns her memories, but what happens next, and how do they deal with the reality of what they’ve been dreaming?
(Canon Divergent AU, set during the Missing Year.)
Emma pulled back with a gasp, breaking the kiss. Waves of memories came flooding back, crashing over her, swirling wildly through her mind. She’d given Henry up… he’d found her, brought her to Storybrooke… the curse… her parents… the beanstalk… Hook… Neal’s return… Neverland… Hook… the Echo Caves… Hook… rescuing Henry… Pan’s curse… the town line… Hook…
Her eyes flew open, meeting his anxious gaze. “Hook…” she whispered, but no, the name felt wrong on her lips. “Killian.”
His smile was radiant with relief and love. “Emma,” he breathed, “You remember.”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” she replied, still in a daze, and when he pulled her into his arms she didn’t resist, wrapping her own around him under his coat and absorbing the comfort of his solid, warm presence, smiling a little as he nuzzled her hair.
He’s got a real thing for my hair. She remembered that too, from the dreams.
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