Here be a smutty bit of canon divergence, set in season 4. Unbeta’d so we’ll see if I remember how this whole thing works. Title taken from a Dusty Springfield song.
When they had finally broken apart, their hearts were
thundering in their ears. The desperation of their kiss had been so
all-consuming Emma Swan was surprised neither of them had caught fire. A
cursory glance at Killian Jones told her he hadn’t given up that particular
goal. Of course his baseline was intense smoulder, so she expected nothing
less.
Emma Swan found a box of pictures in her new apartment that have been giving her ideas – good ideas. But what happens when the object of her affection actually shows up at her door? Rating: E Word count: 7200 Notes: Written for @cscocktoberfest. It was a bit of a challenge to just write smut, but one that I decided to take on anyway. Special thanks to @idristardis for the beta! Based on a @dailyau prompt I’ve been holding onto for a few years: “
I found a bunch of your stuff when I moved into this apartment and I have no idea who you are but I think we might be soulmates AU" Only, you know, smuttier.
Emma walked into her new apartment, but to be fair, there wasn’t much to drag. After bouncing from one foster home to another, she learned pretty quickly about how to pack light and deftly move things in and out at a moment’s notice. But she hoped things might change with this new place. But she finally started to get steady work in Boston and decided she wanted to just settle down for a bit and have someplace to call her own.
It also helped that the apartment she’d found in Boston was fully furnished. Apparently, the previous renter had bailed on short notice, and the landlord just decided to keep the furniture for the next tenant. Emma didn’t really have a problem with that. It would be nice to have a kitchen table and she had enough cups and plates to use. The couch was some ugly plaid fabric so she made a mental note to get a slipcover for it. The bed was a decent size, and Emma had stopped at a store yesterday to get some new sheets and pillows for it.
Emma wasn’t going to be adding much to the apartment at all. Just the small cardboard box and suitcase that she’d carried up from the backseat of her little yellow VW Beetle. Unpacking would be a breeze.
Then she realized the suitcase wouldn’t be as easy to unload as she expected. The bedroom closet was completely empty, and there was no set of drawers or baskets or anything. Not even a single hanger. Did the previous renter not have any clothes? Emma shook her head and dropped her suitcase on the floor of the closet. Luckily, it would fit inside and still allow the doors to close, so she could just prop the suitcase open and dig through it when she needed to for now.
Except the closet wasn’t completely empty after all. As she started to unzip her suitcase, she noticed a large shoebox down on the floor in the corner. Emma always liked digging into a mystery – it was partially why she was a bondswoman after all. Detective work was her thing, and a mysterious box in a closet definitely necessitated detective work.
It had been the perfect day. A private beach all to themselves. They’d woken to the soft crash of the surf outside their camper bus, and the sound of the swells prompted their bodies to crash into one another’s in a similar ebb and flow. What a glorious way to start a day filled with nothing but each other.
They lazily sunbathed. Each applying liberally sensual touches with the equally liberal sunscreen they slathered across one another’s bodies.
“You know, Swan,” Killian murmured above her as he finished rubbing in the lotion on her back. “We’re all alone out here. No one else around.” Despite the heat radiating along her exposed skin from Killian’s body and the bright sun, Emma shivered under the whispering skim of his fingertips trailing down her back.
“Is there a point to that observation?”
“I’m just suggesting that there’s no need for you to have to endure tan lines.”
She felt a tug at the laces of her bikini top before his soft lips replaced the knot that had secured the garment in place. A smirk pulled at the edges of her mouth. “I’m barely wearing anything as it is, or have you neglected to notice the skimpy nature of my string bikini?” she teased.
“Nothing about you escapes my attention, love.” His hands now found the ties on either side of her bottoms, if they could even be called that. “But I bristle at the thought that you somehow feel neglected of my attentions. Allow me to rectify that,” he offered.
He stood and shucked his own barely there swimwear as Emma rolled onto her back, the remnants of her bikini falling away. Unlike the languid rhythm the tide had set for them earlier, this time they were as a raging sea, churned up by the storm of desire. Stuttered breaths and pants mixed with the brine of the air around them and sand clung to their bodies, glistening from their exertions. Uninhibited cries of pleasure and ecstasy echoed along the surf. An unrelenting current drove them, until each in turn fell over the precipice and they came to rest on the shore of bliss.
“Did you enjoy your day under the sun, love?” Killian questioned, washing away the grit still clinging to her breasts when they finally agreed to make use of the ocean before the sun completely set.
“Not nearly as much as I enjoyed being under you,” she replied cheekily, a coy smile at her lips as she peered up at him through her lashes.
Killian’s chuckle rumbled through his chest, and he pulled her in tight against him. “Perhaps it’s my turn to enjoy being under something,” he pointed out with a husky edge to his voice.
“Mmm,” Emma hummed thoughtfully as she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him another sly look before commenting, “Good thing the moon and stars are out. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being under them.”
A surprised yelp flew from her lips as Killian picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, stalking them back towards the camper. “I’ll show you stars,” he quipped with a quick smack to her ass.
“If we are to be intimate this evening, I’ll have to insist on one condition.”
His words are as soft as his hands running down her arms, light and simple touches to keep her buzzing from the dizzying kisses they’d shared. Emma keeps staring at his lips, wanting them to come back and touch hers, wondering why they’re still talking and not ‘being intimate’ as he’s calling it. “What is it?” she asks, her voice just as soft, willing do do just about anything to see if he’s as good kissing her in other places as he is kissing her on the mouth.
His hands skim her shoulders and her neck, reaching up to cup her face. “I’d prefer it if you called me ‘Killian’.”
His hands make it so she’s looking up at him, his eyes soft and pleading and God damn him for having such blue, blue eyes for her to get lost in, she almost forgets his request.
His work was the stuff of legend. It was whispered on the highest parlors of society, the story and the craft of the man that was taking the town by storm. His name remained a mystery while his trade was the name he was known for: The CockMaster.
Ch.1 Emma runs. Emma meets Killian and her parents. Not nessesary in that order.
Go read the first chapter!
@imagnifika has pulled and created some amazing pictures for this pic set of Beauty in the Aftermath’s first chapter. Her attention to even the smallest details—from the envelope with Emma’s name on it to the boarding pass—is exquisite and captures the mood of @high-seas-swan‘s story perfectly!
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: Here she is! My @captainswanbigbang fic, I have been working on this fic for three years and I would not have been able to finish had it not been for CSBB. My two betas @justanotherwannabeclassic and @eloquentlyenchanted where both a godsend and this fic would not be nearly as good as I hope it is if it wasn’t for their hard work. I’m truly so grateful for you both. I also want to give a shout out to my artist @princesse-swan for going above and beyond with my chapter headers, that’s right I said headers because this wonderful person made multiple chapter headers for me and I cannot wait for you all to see them!
I would also like to note that this work features Regina in full on Evil Queen mode and does not shy away from it. This fic also does include some battle scenes, mentions of sex, sexual assault, and minor character death.
“Blessed be she who is both furious and magnificent”- Taylor Rhodes
“How are you feeling Daddy?” Regina sat at her father’s bedside, sponging his sweaty forehead.
“Not well,” he coughed.
“Don’t talk like that, you’re going to get better.” She picked up the bowl of soup on his nightstand. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“Regina, I am an old man-”
“No, you are all I have in this world. What would I do without you?” she gripped her father’s hand. “I’m not strong enough.”
“You’re stronger than you know Regina, look at you. You’ve set aside your hatred of Snow White for all these years, I cannot tell you how proud you have made me.” He coughed into a handkerchief. Regina helped him to sit up, rubbing him on the back, her eyes fell onto the bloodstained handkerchief.
“Daddy how long has this been going on?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Henry tried to hide the handkerchief.
“I’m talking about the bloody handkerchief, how long?”
“A few months,” he murmured before coughing again.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have healed you, I would have found a way, you know it.” Regina pleaded.
“Regina I am old, I have lived a long life. And watching you grow up has been the highlight of it.”
“Excluding the evil parts, I’m assuming,” Regina muttered.
“No, including them. You lost your way, but you found your way back when you refused to cast that curse. You never did tell me why,”
“Because I couldn’t live without you,” she said as two large tears fell from her eyes. “That would have been the price I had to pay.”
We open up this tale with a glimpse upon a Regina who appears to have been keeping to herself for many years, a retired Evil Queen, if you will. But it looks like circumstances may just bring her back to the brink, with Emma Swan bearing the brunt of her wrath. Sit back and grab your favorite cuppa as you settle in to enjoy @imhookedonaswan‘s story!
Plot: Killian is a freshman at college, working at the public library where Emma, a high school senior and the crowd likes to cause trouble. After dealing with their disturbances for so long, Killian decides that enough is enough.
Every single day for the past sixty-eight days (not that he had been counting), Emma and her crew had decided to drop by the library, while Killian had been working his Saturday morning shift, just to cause a disturbance for the other patrons of the only other, well-known, sacred, silent place; they’d tried the church but, the pastor had called the cops way too early on them, so the library had sufficed for now.
That Saturday, the sixty-ninth day, Killian’s tenth Saturday morning shift at the library, Emma and her crew showed up outside like clockwork; arriving in cars, on foot, on skateboards and other means of transportation any high school seniors could afford. He knew that she seemed to be quite highly selected among the other cronies in the group, as they often looked to her for guidance but, she did not make the final decisions. That was left up to Neal, Emma’s ex-boyfriend.
Pushing his cart with books to be re-shelved, Killian needed to cross paths with the group of delinquents -not Emma, though, he didn’t think she was a delinquent, just the others- which meant he would need to give them a caution for not abiding by local library regulations and common courtesy. This was the part he always dreaded, when he would give them a caution, they would think up some clever (sometimes witty) clap-back and he would have to try and stand up for himself single-handedly.
Plot: you snorted coke off my tits and fucked me in the bathroom at a club last weekend and here I am, sitting in the front row of your classroom on the first day of your course…
Rating: M/E
read on ao3
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Emma hissed somewhat into the fraying fibers of her backpack, as the professor turned to face his newest class of sophomore psychology students.
The attractive brunette beside her glared slightly, sending a quizzical sideways glance in her direction. After noting Emma’s apparent distress, the brunette leaned in, beret tipping to even more jaunty angle but, remaining perched atop her perfectly raven tresses and she nudged the blonde, “I take it you’re not having the best start to your sophomore year but, relax, we’ve all been there.”
Emma had since slumped down further in her auditorium chair, choosing to ignore the discomfort the new position was bringing her, “No, I really don’t think you have.”
“Try me?” The brunette gave a smirk, shooting Emma a swift, knowing wink, “You might be surprised.”
CS MODERN AU: Emma
plans a romantic evening for Killian. I got a bit carried away with the back
story for this. Anyway, all you need to know up front is that Killian has a
prosthetic instead of a hook in this. Also on AO3: x
This is my
submission for CSCOCKTOBER and also the first time I actually wrote smut so
please be gentle (sorry- I had to). Just want to say that everyone has been
wonderful in the discord chat and that I’m super excited to read and see all
the art that has been created for this event.
Warnings: smut
obviously, and some swearing. Nothing too crazy.
Emma Swan feels like an asshole. It’s been exactly two
months since she and Killian started dating, and she’s spent less time with him
in those two months than she did before they were dating. After 8 years of
friendship, lingering stares (eye-fucking really), a tremendous amount of
mutual understanding and failed attempts at hiding (him) and denying (her)
their feelings, the dam finally broke that afternoon in February.
cshappybeginning 