Summary: After many years, rumors swirl that the Evil Queen is back and filled with more vengeance than ever. But instead of setting her sights on Snow White she goes for the thing Snow loves most, her beloved daughter Emma. For her own safety, Emma is to be transported to safety on an unassuming merchant ship, where she meets two indentured servants hoping for a way to find their freedom.
A/N: Sorry I’m posting this later than I usually do, I went out of town and got stuck in major MAJOR traffic coming home. But I’m here now and I really hope yall like this chapter! Also please check out this stunning chapter header @princesse-swan made for me, these are all so gorgeous! Also huge thanks to @justanotherwannabeclassic and @eloquentlyenchanted for beta-ing this chapter.
The skies grew steadily darker as they sailed further south and the thick humid air lay across the ship and its passengers like an unwanted blanket. More than once, Emma thought about stripping off her dress and jumping from the deck into the sea just for a chance to cool off. Of course, she wouldn’t, she knew that she would be sucked underneath the ship’s wake. Not to mention the sharks and krakens and more sinister things that the men spoke of hiding beneath the waves.
She had taken to reading at the bow of the ship, letting the breeze as the ship broke through the waves cool her slightly as she tried to focus on the words in front of her, a task that was proving fruitless. She kept glancing up to stare over the horizon or down to observe the crew members as they worked. And, try as she might stop them, her eyes kept finding Killian– the man who apparently wanted to be whipped. She still couldn’t understand how he could be so angry after she saved him from a punishment he didn’t deserve. She watched as he hoisted a large coil of rope onto his shoulder, his arm muscles bulging under his shirt. Emma shook herself and forced herself to look down at her book but she couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Here she was stuck on a ship and staring at an almost annoyingly handsome cabin boy with stupid blue eyes and dark hair that she wanted to run her fingers through when she should be with her parents and defending her kingdom from the Evil Queen. They had been at sea for only four days but already it felt like an eternity; she felt isolated and useless as she sailed further and further away from her home. The only slight bright side was that her friend Pinocchio would be making the voyage with her, although it was proving difficult to call him “Sir August” in front of the crew and not Chio as she had for as long as she could remember. But he also refused to listen to her about her frustrations with being shipped off to twiddle her thumbs while her parents took care of Regina. He had gotten particularly cross with her two nights ago when she suggested sneaking onto a ship back to Misthaven once they made port, insisting that she needed to honor her parents’ wishes and stay safe. She really ought to apologize for saying his knighthood made him honorable and boring but she’d let it simmer for another day.
A drop of rain fell onto the page she had open rousing her from her thoughts. She looked up just as the clouds seemed to open up and pour down upon them. The wind roared and the sails billowed above her head.
If that gif is any indication, we’re sailing into one hell of a storm in this week’s chapter! That look on Killian’s face that @princesse-swan has captured sure is worrying! Looks like not everything was as it seemed when Emma agreed to board Silver’s ship (are we really surprised?) and it’s going to take every bit of determination and persistence she and Killian have to make it out of this alive. Read along to find out who survives and who goes down to Davy Jones’ locker!
Rated M for alcohol use, violence, minor character death, frank discussions of depression and grief
This is not a Millian fic, but Killian thinks about Milah a lot and he’s always pro-Milah. He has feelings he’s gotta feel.
Thank you all for reading, liking, sharing and all that lovely stuff. I know there’s a lot of fic around right now and I love anyone who’s taking the time for mine in the sea of fabulous fic!
A lot of talented people have helped me to bring this fic to life for this year’s @captainswanbigbang including, but not limited to the enchanting @distant-rose and @ultraluckycatnd who listened to my woes, sent me inspiring photos of London and detangled my messy sentences. @princesse-swan who is a bad ass artist who made my beautiful header and a whole ton of gorgeous art like this, made me feel like the best writer alive and made art for a whole bunch of other CSBB fics this year. Go worship her and her artwork like the goddess she is. And my Tiny Giant who napped like a pro so mummy could write. Good work, lad. The rest of you know who you are.
“Jones
… Killian … You still there mate?”
“Aye.” He faltered, looking up at
the sound of his bedroom door opening. Emma was standing there in just his
t-shirt and with her hair tousled from sleep. Involuntarily he wondered how
much messier her hair might look if it were rumpled by something far more enjoyable than sleeping,
biting his lip at the thought.
“Oh – um.” Emma tugged at the hem
of the t-shirt and he averted his eyes. He felt a surge of guilt at the way he
responded to her, but he just couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting …
something?”
“Wait, wait, wait! Have you got a
girl in your flat, Jones?” Will’s excited prattle shouted through his phone.
“An actual, real girl?! Forget the dragon, this is the only news I
care about!”
Killian gritted his teeth at his
cousin’s gleeful tone.
“Fuck off, Scarlet.”
“My little boy’s growing up and
becoming a man.” Will began sniffling and Killian could picture the way the
smug git would pretend to wipe tears from his eyes. “I’m so proud. I never
thought my Killian would lose his vir-”
Broken machine? Check. Princess from another realm? Check. Dragon? Yup, check that too. So what could possibly go wrong for Killian in a city the size of London with a fire breathing dragon on the loose? Ohhh, ya, that.
Note: I owe @initiala my life and I feel like an asshole for not getting my other submission for @cscocktoberfest done on time so here’s a tiny baby sorta smutlet fic that takes place in my Seal of Fate universe where both Killian and Emma are selkies located in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard. You don’t need to read my seal dumpster trash to understand what’s going on in this itty bitty smutlet. All you know need to know is that they’re selkies. That’s about it. Anyway, this is like only 600 words but I hope you enjoy it. I’m gonna post my other submission hopefully sometime this week but let’s just say this is “an apology for being a dick” web redemption.
He’s on her the second, she sides out of her seal skin. Fingers grasping hard at her waist, pulling her back against his chest as kisses rain down against her shoulders and nape. A soft sigh escapes her lips as he worries his teeth into the juncture of her neck. She can’t help but lean into him, hand flailing backwards in an awkward search of his hair. It takes a few tries but she gets there, fingers sliding into the slick strands and giving them a nice tug.
They were still undressing one another when they stumbled into the shower together. A frantic jumble of limbs and kisses as their hands slid over one another’s bodies, slick from the hot spray.
“My dirty girl,” Killian rasped wickedly into her ear. “Whatever shall I do with such a dirty girl.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to come up with something,” Emma moaned, bracing herself against the glass and finding little purchase there to help support her weakening knees caused by his adventurous fingers.
“Oh, I assure you, love. I won’t be the only one coming.”
“I demand to see your master,” the words, spoken like a command, traveled through the front of his shop and reached him in his private study. Her voice was unmistakable, and carried the instant effect of making him hard, his cock twitching at the memory of that same voice encouraging him to take his pleasure.
Like a moth drawn to the flame, he went to find her. She was a vision in a black dress and laced gloves with tiny black ribbons and he ached to disrobe her and taker against every available surface.
Summary: Emma Swan left the chaos of Storybrooke behind ten years ago. In those ten years, Killian Jones has embraced the outlaw life that comes with being in his family. When Emma returns, the two will be thrown into a whirlwind of danger and death that will cause them to truly examine just how much being together is worth it. Rating: M Content Warnings: Graphic violence (hence the M-rating!), alcohol and drug use, reference to and implication of abortion, and minor character deaths. Chapters:1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 AO3:Current Chapter | From Beginning A/N: Wanted to say again how much I appreciate the support and feedback everyone has given for the story so far! You all are the best!
Once again, many many thanks to @jarienn972 and @xemmaloveskillianx for all their help and support in making this story what it is. And please be sure to check out @distant-rose‘s fantastic artwork she’s made to accompany the fic – when I saw her art for this chapter, I practically squealed in excitement because it rocks SO MUCH.
“Morning, officers!” Killian called out cheerily to August and Graham across the bullpen. The pair glanced up sharply from where they had been chatting around a box of donuts from Granny’s diner. “I see Storybrooke’s finest are hard at work, as always!”
“Shut up,” David growled, giving him a slight shove that almost caused Killian to stumble with his bare feet on the tile floor.
He turned on his heels, walking backwards so he could give the scowling Sheriff a pout. “Oh, there’s no need to be like that!” Killian shrugged, holding his hands up as he did so. He tried his best to hide the wince that wanted to break free as he lifted his left arm to do it. “I was just trying to start up some small talk with your colleagues.”
David none-to-gently shoved him back around and continued to march him in the direction of the station’s lone interrogation room. “You’re not here for small talk, Jones.”
Killian frowned dramatically, glancing over his shoulder. “Considering you brought me in for questioning, I’m fairly certain that’s exactly what I’m here for…” He turned into the room he’d spent more than a few hours in before.
“Keep it up, asshole.” David stopped in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and puffing himself out slightly. “You’ll find yourself in that cell again.”
Well, isn’t this just a lovely chapter chock full of family drama! It’s nice to see Brennan not selling his sons for a rowboat for once. Poor David and Liam, just trying to look out for their younger siblings no matter how badly said duo wants to figure themselves out on their own without overbearing big brothers in the mix! But what’s all that that David has in his file and what will it mean for the club?
Summary: Dance is more than Emma Swan’s career; it’s practically saved her life on more than one occasion. But when it comes to reality TV shows, she’s always danced in the shadows of her twin brother David and her sister Elsa. Her first season as a pro on Dancing With the Stars was a disaster, and she enters her second season determined to prove herself. All she needs is a good partner. Hollywood bad boy and ladies’ man Killian Jones isn’t what she had in mind. Rating: M for mature themes, steamy dance routines, and sexy times (But NOT smut) Trigger warnings: discussions of online solicitation of a minor, bullying, statutory rape, and emotionally abusive/controlling relationships; stalking; anti-Rumbelle, anti-Neal AO3| Tumblr
Oh, sorry. We were too busy staring at how great Emma looks in red, probably just like Killian. In this amazing image set, @optomisticgirl has perfectly captured Emma and Killian’s group intro dance, right down to Emma’s thoughts on the matter!
This is my second contribution to @cscocktoberfest. I have just started playing around with manips, so I hope this one is okay.
Set post season 6 in the Swan-Jones household
Killian stared in reverence at the beautiful woman beneath him. When they met he’d felt an instant connection to her, recognizing a kindred spirit with walls as high as his own. Her heart was heavily guarded, and he’d struggled to find a way to around her defenses. But somehow, some way, he had. Somehow this beautiful, intelligent, kind woman had become not just his lover, but his partner. Emma Swan, his true love. It still astounded him that a lowly pirate like himself would be worthy of a goddess like her.
“Killian,” she half moaned, half whined. “I can feel you staring at me.” She opened her eyes and fixed him with a reproachful glare.
I’m working on the Third Part now! It was only every supposed to be one part, so I haven’t gone into all those deep questions yet, but maybe… anything is a possibility 😀
Yaaaaay, bless you for writing a third part, I LOVE it!! And I was also not expecting that twist with him looking for his soulmate ❤ loved it too.
Hey y’all – Besides for some bleak thoughts and illegible, “I’m sick and shouldn’t be typing posts”, I am late to post. I have been down with actual influenza for a week, and I am still recovering from that mess. Please excuse the potential sloppiness of this chapter, I cannot format and edit while potentially partially brain dead. I literally feel like someone ran over me with a lawnmower full of gorilla glue and horseradish. It’s been something. Thanks to the mod team of @cscocktoberfest for understanding that I needed a beat.
ONTO THE GOOD NEWS! Look at this beautiful banner @wingedlioness made me ages ago! Stunning. Really. The picture’s not bad either.
Anyway, here comes some smut finally for the cock in cocktober, I did sketch a nude picture for this in the hospital, but I don’t know if I wanna look at it or not. The nurses thought it was… something.
Cleared out, the club seemed like a cave chamber or the belly of some metal beast. Low murmurs from the staff as they cleaned echoed off the walls in a low grumble. It helped keep them oblivious to Killian and Emma sitting at a table behind the wings of the stage, Emma’s face softly sympathetic as she poured tea for the obviously rattled man before her.
“Killian, I know this is a shock -”
“A shock?” Killian laughed darkly, an edge to his clipped tones. “Bloody fucking hell, Emma. This is a little more than a shock, having to sit there and pretend everything was just fine while finding out that you’re some…What even are you?”
“I’m a siren. As are you,” Emma said simply, sipping her tea daintily. “I don’t know how you didn’t know; did your parents not tell you?”
Killian felt rage boiling up from somewhere buried deep, pressed small and forgotten with purpose.
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