CS AU Week (Day 2 Canon Divergence) ‘It’s about time’
AU where Storybrooke got its shit together for twenty-four hours, nothing sinister happened and Killian and Emma had a nice goddamn day, the end.
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CS AU Week Day 2: Canon Divergence
Killian retains his magic. Emma attempts to help him control it. Continuation of the headcanon here [x].no easy love could ever make me feel the same
“Close your eyes,” her fingertips brush over his forehead, down the length of his nose. “Try and channel your emotion. Uh, think of something good.”
His eyebrow jumps and a smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth.
She sighs. “Stop thinking about my boobs, Killian.”
Whether We Wake or Sleep part 4
AN: @capitaine-odette remains the best especially when things get a bit angsty.
Word Count: approx 6K
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Emma fell backwards onto the log with a petulant
groan, and immediately propped her foot onto an aching knee. She dug her thumbs
into the arch, attempting to massage the pain away through the thin sole of her
boot. The feeling that her feet had been beaten soundly with a wooden stick had
only intensified as they’d continued their trek through the night, her calves
and thighs joining the party as well, protesting every movement, muscles
screaming. And then there was the exhaustion, which hummed at the back of her
skull, an ever present threat, a lingering weight that made her eyes burn and
her limbs feel even heavier.The idea that it wasn’t going to get any better,
that there was nothing she could do to alleviate this, to alleviate what was
coming, wasn’t a pleasant one. Her awareness of it, the constant niggling
sensation of something being wrong, of being off, just made it all the worse.
As it was now she was already beat after several days worth of on foot travel,
of sword fighting with guards and bandits, of escaping from dungeons and
committing robberies. It wasn’t exactly a day at the spa. She had stayed
up for far longer periods of time sure, but generally that was of the ‘sitting
around in a heated car sipping coffee and eating take out while she waited for
low lifes’ variety, not the ‘traipsing through a fairytale land in fear for her
life trying to break curses’ variety.
Whether We Wake or Sleep part 3
AN: An extra special thanks to @capitaine-odette for the handholding this chapter. You remain the best and make this so much better. This chapter is a bit longer and the rating has gone up to Teen for violence/language.
Word Count: 8K+
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The more pressing matter, to Emma’s mind after all that excitement, was food. The last real meal they had eaten that wasn’t tiny unsatisfying bits of charred rabbit meat was at the ball, and that had been days ago now.
Killian had frowned at the suggestion, much preferring to get what they needed and eat something cold and quick on the road, the idea of wasting time not sitting well with him in the least. But he had taken one look at Emma’s pleading face, at the weariness and anxiety in her eyes, and very soon found himself leading her through the shadowy alleyways of the city until they came upon the district they needed.
The small unassuming tavern was instantly recognizable for what it was: the perfect mix of respectability and anonymity, a place where deals were made and people kept to themselves. It wasn’t tawdry enough to bring in a more boisterous criminal element, lacking the women and the reputation found at establishments further up the road, but it wasn’t fine enough for the other set either, no highbrow gentlemen’s club here. What was left were people who just wanted to mind their own business, the nature of which was varied and often not exactly legal, but nonetheless quiet and discreet. Precisely what the pair required.
The main room was dimly lit, only a few windows remained unshuttered, and no candles were spared for the comfort of the guests, letting most of the patrons remain hidden from view. Emma kept her hood up, pulling the edges around her face as they made their way to a table in the backmost corner.
The man behind the bar, a large bearded fellow in a dingy apron and a frown, signaled them with a nod and a gesture that it would be a moment and continued on with his work.
The initial excitement of their little heist had long since worn off, mellowing as they’d skulked behind the buildings, in alleys filled with mangy stray animals and the fetid stench of garbage, trying to remain out of sight as they made their way down.
Emma felt drained, that long forgotten post-theft guilt and anxiety had settled in, mixing in with her regular guilt and anxiety until she was overwhelmed with the sense of impending panic. She just wanted to collapse. It had been quite awhile since she had been in a position to feel that shame again, most of the more questionable acts she’d been engaging in recently were for a good cause not personal gain, so it was both familiar and uncomfortable to remember what this was like.
Still, they needed the money now that their stay had been extended against their will, and it wasn’t as if they had the time to make a respectable living, or even the skills to do so. A former thief from the modern world and a shipless pirate from another century didn’t exactly have the means to make an honest go of it.
“Do you think they’ll be coming after us?” Emma whispered, scanning the room for any sign of the guards they had left at the peak, or anyone else that might cause them trouble. The list of enemies seemed to be growing.
fuck me like you hate me
rated m.
so, this is exactly what it sound like. or, it started out as exactly what it sounds like. except the end got a little angstier than i originally planned. post-returning from neverland. pre-pan’s curse. (imagine there’s more time for things like desperate sexytimes. or something.)
His teeth are sharp against the sensitive flesh inside her lips. It’s almost a kiss but not quite, the way he nips and pulls, the way her skin pulls taut and she can taste his mouth, chasing that elusive moment where it’s wet heat and tongues. He’s hasn’t properly kissed her, not since that first one in Neverland all those weeks ago, when she gripped the collar of his jacket so tightly that she stumbled into him, even as she tasted rum and salt and heat and sweat.
“Emma thanks Hook for taking them to Neverland in his cabin” + “I would do it all over again” – in which there’s a moment without defenses, and the Pan/Henry situation never happened. a little neverland renaissance (2.0) dedicated to the darling jellybean @captain-emmajones
if you give a little, so will I.
She can’t sleep.
Which is disconcerting considering she hasn’t slept in what feels like months. At least this time she isn’t victim to the cries that echoed through the jungle; no, this time it’s to the creaking of the ship beneath her as it sways, the howling of the wind, and the very faint murmuring in the cabin next door that she can barely catch.
Who would have guessed that a pirate ship’s walls would be so thin? Definitely not her, that’s for sure.
Fatigue settles in her bones the longer she stays put, curling around the edges of the worry and pain that she’s endured, and crashing easily into a heavy load of relief. She plays that moment in her mind on repeat, the one where Henry shoots his eyes open and gasps, and lets it calm her. She thinks about it so hard she can practically hear his voice in her head.
though we shall land no more
A/N: Hey, who wants some Neverland smut? Set between 3×06 and 3×07.
The birds and insects are especially loud that night. There’s never truly a quiet moment in Neverland, but Emma is beginning to wonder if the noise is a reflection of everything going on in her head, as though the more her mind races, the louder they get. It certainly seems that way.
Sleep simply won’t come. She can’t remember the last time she felt so exhausted, but drifting off is proving impossible. She’s slept in plenty of uncomfortable situation in her life. Group homes, park benches, the backseat of her Bug, filthy motels with unlaundered sheets.
A prison cell.
Her eyes drift to Neal’s sleeping form, just on the other side of the fire.
Maybe if she could just decide how to feel about everything she could accept it and close her eyes, but her weary mind and battered heart refuse to take a rest, refuse to make a decision and deal with the emotions, whatever they are. She feels everything, all at once and the constant buzz of the jungle is so loud and she’s just so tired.
Her son is still missing. Neal is alive. Her father is trapped in this godforsaken place. Her mother thinks she isn’t enough (she knows that’s not really it, understands on some intellectual level but God, that might have been the most painful of all). And Hook –
Hook.
CS Season 3 AU Canon Divergence
Unbreakable
What if Hook was able to go with Emma and Henry when they left to escape Pan’s curse? With no memory of each other or Storybrooke, Emma and Killian meet in New York as complete strangers, both with broken pasts, and both with clean slates for their future.
Chapter One – Chapter Two – Chapter Three – Chapter Four
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The only thing I ask people to remember is that this is a CURSED Killian. He is now knowledgeable in the ways of the 21st Century. 😀 Also, double break lines mean POV change! Happy Reading!
Chapter Five
Killian Jones quickly becomes someone Emma can rely on and
it’s a feeling she isn’t used to. Throughout her entire life, she’s never had
anyone she can rely on, besides Henry, and then Killian shows up and flips her
world upside down. He’s always there, no matter if she asks him to be or not,
he’s always there.Even when they work opposite shifts and don’t see each
other, they always speak.Will you go get
arrested then skip bail so I have something to do? – ESure thing, love. Do
you prefer piracy or vandalism? – KPirate. Always go
with the pirate. – EAs you wish. – K
Petrichor (1/1)
Summary: Takes place between 3×06 and 3×07. Emma and Hook venture back to the Jolly Roger for additional supplies. Tension inevitably follows in their wake.
Rated: M
Warnings: Smut, language
Words: ~6.5k
Notes: For @killians-dimples. Because socks, and because Neverland.
If Killian’s honest with
himself, there’s something about the forest.He’s always been a man of the sea, despite the harsh masters
he’s served upon its waters. The ocean
is capricious, swallowing when it sees fit, holding dark secrets at unreachable
depths. It sways and it churns and it
takes, often far more than it gives.
He’s seen more sailors than he cares to, lost beneath the surface –
after death, often before it.Emma –
“Swan,” he mouths, to himself, jungle leaves draping over
his shoulder, first signs of rain tickling at his nose.– somehow manages to be of both. She steps easy among the trees, seems to have
an innate feel for direction, for the way the soil shifts, for the creatures
that slither among the shadows. He’s
spent enough decades in Neverland to listen when the island speaks, when the
trees rustle in an ancient language. And
ever since they’d made landfall, it’s spoken of nothing but her.
Whether We Wake or Sleep part 2
AN: Thanks as always to @capitaine-odette this story wouldn’t be half as good without her guidance.
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“What happens when my body can’t handle it
anymore?” Emma asked softly, already knowing the answer before the question
left her mouth. Somewhere in the back of her mind a bit of trivia floated
forward about the effects of lack of sleep on the human body, and she recoiled
at the thought.Killian looked down at her, his face absolutely
devastated.“You die.”
“But not without some really agonizing suffering
first!” Zelena said cheerfully, wiping the tiny blade against the black
sequined waist of the gown before tucking it safely away in her bodice once
more. She leaned in closer to whisper conspiratorially. “That’s my favorite
bit, if I’m honest.”Emma didn’t respond, just continued to look down
at the tiny drops of blood, her blood, on the gray stone floor. Being in a
deadly situation and being basically sentenced to death were two completely
different feelings. The first happened often enough, all energy and adrenaline,
blood pumping through her veins, heart pounding but the second was something
new altogether. A numbing cold that made her limbs heavy and weary, an
agonizing clench in the back of her throat that she couldn’t swallow around,
that feeling like there just wasn’t enough air.She thought of her parents, of Henry, of all her
friends in Storybrooke who might not have discovered she was even gone yet.
They probably assumed she was just off somewhere brooding, off somewhere upset
they had dared to question her decision to leave them, off somewhere pouting
because people actually cared enough to want her to stay.She wanted to laugh until she cried.
They had no idea that this very moment she was
watching her future slip away at the whims of an absolute madwoman.Killian’s touch was gentle on her wrist, his
calloused fingertips brushing against her skin. It snapped her back to reality
in an instant, immediately grounding her in the moment. When she looked up at
him his face was all wide eyed disbelieving despair.“Now then dears, let’s get you on your way.
We’re on a tight schedule after all,” the witch gave a flourish with her hand
and again the pair was enveloped in her signature brand of thick green smoke.
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