Imagine if Hope’s true love turns out to be Blackbeard’s son.
Thank you anon for the inspiration! I’m not sure what this is, but here it is.
Summary:A teenage Hope Swan-Jones is caught fooling around with Blackbeard’s son. Rated T (mentions of sex). Set some time in the future after 7×22 (no mention of other S7 characters).
It all
happened when Emma took an unanticipated walk home during lunch time. The
morning had been rather uneventful at the sheriff station, but the copious
amount of paperwork had kept her ass glued to that godawful armless chair –
they really needed to buy new chairs – until Killian and her father graced her
with their presence, freshly returned from their patrol. She almost jumped out
of her seat when Killian, ever the loving husband, offered to finish the paperwork
for her. The sound of a sloppy kiss against her pirate’s stubbled cheek had her
father rolling his eyes in mocking annoyance until she disappeared into the
station’s hallway with a hurried step.
Of course
this hadn’t been the first time she had forgotten something at home. While she
loved her family and wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, the chaotic
mornings were… tense. Between breakfast, making beds, quickies in the shower, trying
to find clean clothes to put on and preparing her teenage daughter’s lunchbox
(even though Hope kept insisting that she was too old for that), it was only
natural that she ended up forgetting something. Today it had been her phone.
She was pretty certain that she had left it in Hope’s bedroom, having dropped it
on her desk when her 17-year-old daughter struggled to put her necklace on and
ended up asking for her help.
A frown
took over her face when she opened the house’s front door and realized she had
forgotten to lock it. God, what was her
problem? She really needed to take a break or something, because she didn’t
remember ever being this irresponsible. Not wanting to waste any more time, she
ran upstairs towards Hope’s bedroom, anxious to finally get her hands on her
damn phone.
Her brain
took a while to process the shrill scream that echoed through the house once
she pulled the bedroom door open, but eventually a small gasp escaped Emma’s
lips when she found her daughter’s startled blue eyes staring back at her.
Emma’s gasp turned into a pained grunt when she realized that Hope wasn’t
alone. Lying right next to her on the bed there was a shirtless Theo, his
suddenly shaking hand still groping her daughter’s left breast.
“Just watch me,” Killian said and she met his gaze. This close to him there was an intimacy to the way their eyes held. It sent a shiver through her. She wondered if he could feel it too.
He waited until she was ready and then he took a step. The hand at her back guiding her after him. A few times she stumbled her feet tangling up with his. Each time he kept her upright, each time he assured her she was doing fine.
Emma doesn’t remember much of her past, all she knows is she needs to get out of Misthaven. The mysterious group called the Industrialists continues to gain power and control since they overthrew the royal family over a decade ago. Out of options, Emma joins forces with a conman Killian and his partner Ruby in their plot to pass her off as the lost princess of Misthaven. But as they travel together and Killian and Ruby try to teach her how to be a princess, Emma begins to uncover hidden pieces of her past. When threats start closing in around them will she choose to escape to safety or risk everything to find her family and reveal a dangerous secret that could change history forever?
Anastasia!AU. Rating: M Story content warning: some descriptions of violence, slow burn
My art for this wonderful chapter! They’re getting closer and my heart beats so fast! This moment is EVERYTHING ♥
Thanks to bucklesomeswashswan for her feedback and amazing story! And of course the team of CSBB!
This is my final contribution for @cscocktoberfest. When I signed up for this event, I signed up to do one story and a pic set. I have instead created two one-shots with accompanying picsets, two manips with drabbles, and one pic set for an older story. It’s been a busy month.
I need to give major thanks to all the creators and fans who were a part of this event. It’s been amazing to see all the new works. You guys are all so incredibly talented. I must also give special thanks to @initiala for being the mastermind behind this event and letting me tag along for the ride. And to @wellhellotragic for totally owning the mod game. It’s been great working with and getting to know both of you.
And now on to the story! It is unbeta’d, so please excuse any grammatical errors.
Blame the Rum
Rating: E
Words: ~3,800
Summary: Canon divergence set during the CS Movie. When they return from the past, Emma makes Killian finish the job his former self started.
Given what I’m drinking, if I remember anything, I’ll simply blame the rum.
Emma repeated these words to herself like a mantra as she walked along the docks on the arm of a staggering Captain Hook. She’d had a hell of a time keeping him occupied and away from the ship. After she’d extracted him from his gambling companions, they’d spent a mere 30 minutes drinking in the darkened corner of the tavern. She knew that wouldn’t be enough time for Killian to finish what he needed to do, but Hook was insistent about leaving, either with her or someone else.
Now they were slowly approaching the ship and she was desperately trying to hide her panic. At a loss for what to do, she stopped abruptly and turned to the pirate, gripping the lapels of his coat.
“Kiss me,” she breathed as she rose up on her toes and captured his mouth with her own.
“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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