Hello, my lovelies! Thank you for your patience and lovely feedback on chapter one! This chapter is extra long to make up for it! I also included a little epilogue at the end for you! Read chapter one here!
As Emma sets up a surprise anniversary date on Killian’s ship, she anciently finds a Captain’s Log that has more than just wind directions in it… Is Emma ready to hear what her boyfriend really has on his mind? This chapter is about how Emma reacts to the L word and how she feels about it!
Which story should I update next? The List? When in Neverland? Or another one-shot? Let me know!
Chapter One: I’d recommend reading chapter one! But this is really all you need to know!
Entry 8 If I had to be stuck in an alternate universe with any person in all the realms I’m glad it was Emma. Seeing her in that red dress I knew that I had fallen in love with her. And watching her snog my former self-ignited lust and anger all at the same time. I just wish she’d kiss the real me, the me that would actually remember.
She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks. Emma couldn’t believe the pain and misery that she put him through. She just assumed that most of the flirting in the beginning was fueled by lust but he truly loved her from the start.
Wait, Emma thought to herself. “He said that he loved me,” she whispers out loud. A grin appeared upon her face as her eyes lit up. Emma couldn’t believe that he actually used that word. Not only did he use it but he felt this way even before their first date! That word wasn’t really in Emma’s vocabulary. Because every time she said it they would leave her. But this time was different. She never felt the need to suppress it. Maybe she never said it out loud but she knows how she feels! She knew with 100% certainty that she was in love with Killian Jones.
Chapter Two:
Emma didn’t know what to do. It was obvious that he knew she read the log, but the question was how much does he think she read. His face turned red with embarrassment. She could tell he was totally mortified.
“Um, love, is there any chance you could just forget everything you just read?” He asked awkwardly scratching behind his ear. A nervous tick of his that she had observed over their relationship. After a few moments of silence Killian tried again. “I’m so sorry, love. I would completely understand if you never wanted to see me again,” Hook let out an awkward chuckle hoping it would defuse some of the tension in the room while averting his eyes and shifting his weight from side to side.
Emma rushed over to him, bringing his lips to hers for a searing kiss. She could tell he was taken aback by her gesture. He fully expected her to run for the hills after everything he admitted in that journal.
She ran her fingers through his dark locks while pressing herself firmly against the hard peeks of his muscles. Even though he was strong and toned, she still felt a soft warmth envelope her whenever she was with him. Her hips moved across his lips to her jaw, kissing every inch of him before pulling back to meet his gaze. “Killian Jones, I love your hook, I love your past, and I love our future. I love that you love Henry and my family. And that you protect me and my heart. I love that even when I push you away you keep pulling me close. I love that you put me first and show me what I deserved. But most of all Killian Jones, I love you. And I’m sorry that it took me so long to say that,” Emma smiled, her eyes glimmering with love and hope for their future.
Killian’s heart fluttered at the sound of her confession of love. “I love you Emma Swan, more than you’ll ever know,” Hook sang as he caressed her soft rosy cheek with the pad of his thumb.
Emma smiled so wide that it almost hurt! Her whole body was buzzing with the feeling of relief and love. But a tinge of guilt crept up inside her. “I’m so so sorry, Killian,” Killian looked confused and tried to interrupt but she pressed on. “ Not just for reading your journal but for all the pain I put you through. I hurt you and broke your heart just because mine had so many walls built around it. I didn’t even think about what this has all done to you. From day one you have given me nothing but respect and support. I hope you figured this out but I never cared about Neal like I care about you. I always would pick you. It doesn’t matter that he was the father of my child, that was irrelevant. Sure I loved him but I never loved him like I love you. Your love is selfless and unconditional, Neal’s was teen love. They don’t compare even in the slightest. And I never truly thanked you for coming back for me and my family when Henry was taken. You offered your ship, your knowledge and yourself. You didn’t have to do that, but you did. You put your life on the line when you could have easily walked away. And I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you when Zelena cursed your lips. You were just trying to do what was right for me but I was stupid and didn’t trust you even though you had never given me a reason not to. And when we were stuck in the past in an alternate universe you stood by my side through everything. You held my me when I thought I had lost my mother and saved my life more times than I can count. You’ve always put me first, and from now on I promise you I’ll do the same,” She vowed, placing a kiss to the top of his hand then placing it to her cheek.
Thank you so much to everyone who followed this story – I received some of the most lovely comments I’ve ever gotten on this fic. You’re all wonderful and I love you.
Summary: Many years after peace settles in Storybrooke, a struggle with drinking threatens Killian’s happy ending with his family.
This story includes depictions of alcoholism, alcohol abuse, binge drinking, you name it. Heed the trigger warnings if you need to.
Rated E. Beta’d by @j-philly-b, who pointed me toward some terrible pirate jokes in Reader’s Digest of all places, so she really went above and beyond the call on this one. Word count this chapter: 4.6k.
Killian was so lost in the mundane rhythm of patching a long tear in the mainsail, heavy needle and coarse thread weaving in and out, up and down, that he didn’t notice Snow White had boarded his ship until she was almost standing on top of him.
“Snow,” he said, looking up from his seat on the deck, shielding his eyes from the sun. “What brings you down to the harbor?”
“Emma said you’d be hard at work on the Jolly, and I thought you might need something to eat,” she said, lifting the basket she was carrying.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he demurred, but then he noticed that he was, in fact, a bit famished. “Although I do appreciate it.”
This Fic was so well written and emotional and I mean that in the most literal way because I felt my emotions so very keenly while reading it. This line, for example: “That’s the thing about self-loathing, darling; you tend to assume that any negative feedback from another person is only what you deserve.” I felt it deeply because I realized I often feel this way and seeing it articulated this way brought it to the surface.
And that’s not a bad thing at all to happen to you when you read something, but it’s also something only a truly talented writer can achieve so yeah, go read this wonderful fic everyone, I promise you won’t regret it.
Emma Swan went to Britain looking for family. It should have been a Hallmark movie, a Christmas miracle waiting to happen. Instead she’s stuck in a grimy London ‘flat’, with the worst next door neighbor in the world.
Well, maybe not the worst.
Ok, here it is! My contribution to the @captainswanbigbang ‘s little bang! Thank you so much to all the mods for organising it and for all your hard work. Specifically I owe a blood debt to @phiralovesloki for being an awesome beta, my heart on a platter to @katie-dub and @killiancygnus for cheerleading and, of course, a million thank yous to my incredibly talented and lovely artist @shady-swan-jones who sent me a prompt a year ago and had to wait a reaaaaally long time to see it come to fruition in a way she almost certainly didn’t expect! The fact that we were paired together makes me grin like a loon Sophie, I hope I did you proud.
As well as the beautiful banner, @shady-swan-jones has also created X this gorgeous artwork for the first half and this X beautiful spoilery piece too! I am a spoilt writer.
Thanks for the title Death Cab. And the tears.
Wordcount: 14999 (yep, that close!)
Rating: M
Other Pairings: Snowing, Outlaw Queen
Warnings: Excessive drinking, swearing, sexual situations.
Emma Swan has never really been one for romantic comedies. They aren’t made for the likes of her – a woman described as prickly by her friends and rather less flatteringly by the vanishingly few dates she’s had over the years. No, romantic comedies are really more Mary Margaret’s thing, full of hope and joy and promises that things will get better if you believe in yourself, Emma.
(She believes in herself just fine, as it happens. It’s other people she struggles with.)
It makes sense, then, that her vague memories of watching one such movie years ago are of being curled up under a blanket on Mary Margaret’s college futon, her attention carefully focused on the television and not on the way David’s hands roamed over Mary Margaret’s knee. Public displays of affection were even less appealing to her than some stupid movie’s ideas about the perfection of true love, and that’s why she remembers most of it even now. There were lobsters, for sure, and something about pornography that made Mary Margaret gasp. (She hopes that was the reason. Maybe her memory blanked that part out.)
And at the end, a beautiful airport reunion that made David sniff surreptitiously against Mary Margaret’s shoulder.
Her experience of London’s Heathrow is nothing like that.
She arrives on a miserable foggy November night, clutching her single case and blinking grit from her eyes in the overly bright arrivals hall.
She steps through the late night crowd waiting for loved ones and out into the darkness, struggling to read her new address from the back of an aircraft napkin in the dim glow of an orange street light.
(Peckham. Mary Margaret had said, a little furrow between her brows even as she tried to smile. Sounds fancy.
If you’re a chicken, maybe. David had muttered, pulling Emma against his side. Do you have to go?)
Here’s a little smutlet for @flipperbrain – because I promised it, and because she’s awesome (for various reasons). And yes, there will be a part 2 eventually… this is completely from Emma’s POV, and part 2 will be completely from Killian’s.
title: In The Wee Hours
summary:
Emma wakes up in the middle of the night, and well… she just goes with the flow. This is very tender PWP.
Normally,
when Emma sleeps, she sleeps like a log. But tonight, something must
have woken her up, the full moon maybe – even though the curtains
are closed, the silvery light seeping into the bedroom lights it up
much more than usual.
When
she wakes up, she slowly drifts into consciousness and is surprised
that she’s not annoyed about this interruption of her sleep. With her
eyes still closed, her lips pull into a sleepy smile when she
realizes the position she’s in: snuggled into Killian’s side, her
head on his chest and her arm draped across his stomach, wrist
resting at his hip bone. She’s engulfed in their shared warmth and
his scent, and only a few years ago that would have been absolutely
horrific for her. Now it’s the only way she ever wants to sleep
again, cozy and warm and safe and home.
Beneath
her cheek, she feels his heartbeat thrum against his ribs, strong and
steady, and she shivers at the unwelcome thought how close she was to
never hearing it again.
Almost
absentmindedly, she flexes her thumb to stroke the patch of soft skin
at his hip where her hand has slipped underneath his shirt. The
minute caress has his half-hard cock twitch against her forearm, and
she smiles to herself and snuggles a little closer. Killian shifts
and sighs in his sleep, tightening his left arm around her, and in
response she flicks her wrist and runs her fingertips along his leg
almost absentmindedly. But when her forearm brushes over his bulge
and he twitches again, she has the sudden impulse to do more, and she
slides a little down so that her head is resting on his stomach now
and starts to caress him everywhere – tenderly, slowly and with
purpose. She strokes his bare legs, his hips and his stomach and
finally cups him carefully through his boxer briefs, and immediately,
he’s coming to life in her hand.
He
shifts again and makes a little breathy sound deep in his chest while
Emma runs her fingertips lightly along the outline of his now fully
hardened erection. Only briefly she asks herself what the hell she’s
even doing in the middle of the night when she usually doesn’t give
up one minute of sleep without a fight and they have all day
tomorrow – tomorrow’s Sunday – but she can’t find it in herself
to care. Sometimes she still has to remind herself that life’s made
up of moments, but this is not one of those occasions; tonight she’s
going with the flow without thinking.
She
lifts herself up on one elbow, pushes down the sheet, and finally
reaches into his boxer briefs, closes her fingers lightly around him
and pulls him out, shoving the underpants down a bit. She runs her
nose along the warm, silky skin of his length and presses a soft kiss
to the tip, her tongue flicking out to touch him and swirl around the
head. He shifts again, still in his slumber even though his cock is
very much awake now, his hips twitching this time, and she takes him
in her mouth and starts to suck, gently but steadily.
And
that’s the moment Killian wakes up, a confused and breathless sound
rumbling up from his throat. He whispers her name with a question
mark, and then he can only groan when she continues to swallow him
down deeply, tenderly fondling his balls in her hand. She doesn’t bob
her head up and down, it’s more a slow movement, her whole body
swaying in the rhythm, and it all feels very warm and loving and
cozy.
“Emma,”
he whispers again, but she doesn’t reply, she just wraps her arm
around one of his thighs and pulls him closer, deeper, her fingertips
gently stroking the fuzzy back of his thighs.
Finally
his hand finds its way into her hair, fingers tangling and palm
resting against the back of her head, but he doesn’t pull or press or
guide her; it’s more like he’s anchoring himself and trying not to
lose control, but then he does exactly that, and his hips start to
roll upwards when he gets into it, falling into her soft and lazy
rhythm. She swallows around him and continues to hug his leg,
pressing her body into his other leg, molding herself into him. He’s
making wrecked, incoherent sounds now, and she smiles around him and
continues her ministrations. Emma knows he won’t last long, he’s
still half asleep and isn’t capable to exert his usual,
well-practiced self-control. He’s completely defenseless and utterly
adorable.
Killian
almost whimpers when he comes, and his whole body is shuddering in
her arms, his fingertips pressing into her scalp. She smiles again
and holds him in her mouth until he’s gone soft again, swallowing one
last time around him before she releases him gently.
Then
she presses another tender kiss to his hip, shifts a little back
upwards and nestles comfortably back into his side, wrapping her arm
across his stomach again, and it’s almost as if nothing has happened.
But the heaving of his chest and the frantic beating of his heart she
can feel against her cheek through his rib cage betray him.
He
murmurs her name again, but she just snuggles herself in place and
replies, “Shhhhh, go back to sleep. It’s still dark.”
Three
minutes later they both drift off to dreamland again.
part 2 picks up during 3.18, when the scoobies try to talk to the ghost of cora and a savior tries to tamper with a man’s hook. this is uhh a lot more graphic than part 1 and is over 10k words.
The days that followed were frustrating. They weren’t making any headway at all when it came to the Wicked Witch. Then there was that weird business with summoning Cora, and Emma’s continuing fun with trying to strengthen her magic.
None of it, however, was nearly as annoying as Hook’s attitude with Emma. She figured it was because she’d just up and left him after what she thought was a mind-blowing BJ, but that thing deep down inside told her that wasn’t exactly it. That he’d been that way before that night.
Something was bugging Hook. She really wanted to know what.
So, she decided she was going to find out. If that meant seducing him again, well. Who was she to complain with what worked? The two of them were definitely fucked up, but couldn’t they be fucked up together, while fucking?
Emma knew that they couldn’t continue this way, she knew that, and yet. She didn’t know how else to be with him, so she decided to go with what she knew.
And what she knew was that Captain Hook–Killian Jones–wouldn’t refuse her advances.
Summary: After several years living in Storybrooke, Killian has adapted quite well to the modern world, becoming an expert in the use of technology. When Snow and David return from a camping weekend, Emma and Killian decide to emulate Emma’s parents and a challenge arises between them to see if they are able to spend an entire weekend without electricity. Canon compliant/future.
A/N: I still can’t believe it, but it’s here! After several months working on this story, it’s time to finally post my small contribution to Captain Swan Little Bang 2018. First of all, I’d like to express my gratitude to the mods for making this possible and for giving me the opportunity to participate. Hannah, @hookedonapirate , thank you so much for your dedication, for all your help, and for your suggestions. In short, thanks for being such an amazing beta. I’d also like to thank @giraffes-ride-swordfishes for your suggestions and for contributing with your wonderful fan art. I’m so in love with the illustration… the sky, the effect of the fire, Emma’s hair… everything is perfect.
My last thanks go to @saraswans , I will never be able to thank you enough for everything you do for me, especially with this story. You better than anyone else know how much I’ve struggled with this fic. This wouldn’t be the same without your constant support. Thanks also to @suwya , for your words of encouragement and for taking a look at the first part.
Here we go… I hope you like it 🙂
Pirate Tech
The Challenge
The first clear sign that Killian had begun to adapt to the modern world and the use of technologies came one day when Emma had arrived home from her shift at the station. She hadn’t expected to see her husband and son at home because, in the words of her own husband, the lad and I are going to practice some sword fighting, love.
The image that she found when opening the front door was surprising. In fact, Killian and Henry were practicing, but what she didn’t expect was that the sword fighting took place in their own living room, and, even less, that they were practicing through a damn video game.
Her husband was fully involved in the game, sitting on the edge of the couch, his jaw clenched, muscles tense. His hand and hook were forcefully gripping the adapted control as he stared at the screen with a steel look that held the ability to intimidate the fiercest rival.
Her son, on the other hand, didn’t offer a better image; his gaze was focused on the image on the screen while his fingers moved frantically on the control keys.
“That was a dirty move, lad. Bad form,” Killian groaned under his breath without taking his eyes off the screen.
Henry chuckled at his side. “I had a good teacher.” And just like that, her son disarmed the pirate and proclaimed himself the winner. Virtual winner, that is.
A few months later, Henry ventured off to find his own story, leaving the house sad and lonely. Her husband’s new hobby lasted but Emma could tell how heavy Henry’s absence lingered in those moments. Maybe that’s why she decided to replace Henry in those fights, to accompany Killian, who seemed lost without Henry at his side. She would never admit it out loud, but she thought maybe there could be another reason, or maybe not. Maybe she found the fact that she could finally defeat the dreaded Captain Hook in a sword fight, revitalizing.
dedicated to the best red velvet cupcake in the world, @xpumpkindumplingx: a bit of Emma being a voyeur 😉 (thanks to @optomisticgirl for looking over!)
def. rated M; 1.1k
Getting in the shower and then I’ll be over. See you soon love x
Emma smiled at her phone screen, which lay inches from where her head rested on her desk. That text was the most exciting to happen so far in Emma’s shift at the station. Killian had taken the late patrol the night before, so she’d let him sleep in today and headed in on her own. But given the quiet in town lately, there wasn’t much for her to do other than a bit of housekeeping and scrolling Facebook, which got old fast. She’d thought about going on rounds, but if Killian would be here soon, then she could wait for him.
But, ugh. She was just so bored.
With a sigh, she sat up and began to rifle through the drawers, hoping she’d left a book in one of them, or even a deck of cards—anything to pass the time. But…no such luck. All she turned up was a hairbrush, Regina’s creepy skeleton keys, and a compact mirror.
Wait—the mirror. Who said she had to wait for Killian to get here to see him?
There was a small mirror in their shower, after all. For, you know, reasons. And if she wasn’t mistaken, it was hiding behind some bottles right now—perfect for a little bit of surreptitious ogling.
After peeking at the door to make sure Leroy wasn’t about to barge in, Emma opened the compact and waved her fingers over the looking glass. The glass rippled for a moment, and then the image cleared, giving her a nearly unobstructed view into her bathroom from a shelf in the corner of the shower.
And there he was: her beautiful husband, stark naked, letting water rain down on him. He was facing away from the stream and she was caught in a trance as she watched the rivulets run down the muscles of his shoulders, following the dip of his lower back and the narrow of his waist, until they traced the curve of his ass and got lost in the dark, wispy hair of his legs.
Author’s note: Here we are again! Thank you for all the wonderful feedback and encouragement for this fic! I’m really enjoying writing it. As you may have noticed, the rating has gone up. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions. 😉 Enjoy!
Summary: Emma Swan stumbles upon one of her son’s Author experiments; she and Killian suddenly find themselves in Victorian London. How do they get home? And what does a young Queen and her Prime Minister have to do with it?
“This is your suite,” their guide said, in accented English.
German, Emma assumed, given the Queen’s family background. What had Victoria
called her? Baroness something. The woman looked very unhappy to be showing
them around the palace. “Dinner will be served promptly at seven. You are
expected.”
“Thank you,” Emma replied, hiding her annoyance. Honestly,
it wasn’t like they wanted to be
here. Emma had a perfectly fine home of her own to return to, thank you very
much. “And please thank Her Majesty again for her kindness.”
That seemed to placate the woman a little; she clearly cared
about Victoria very much. “I will do that.” Emma wasn’t all that upset as the
woman took her leave. The sooner they got out of here, the better.
Killian, as always, seemed to sense her mood. “No use
snapping at the locals, Swan,” he murmured as the Baroness left. “They’re
liable to think we’re the crazy ones.”
She laughed dryly. “We’re crazy? You’re a fairy tale
character and I’m a magical savior. That sounds pretty crazy to me.”
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