Notes: Mentions of drug use and abuse, alcoholism, absent father, potentially triggering, but Emma shows up in this one! As always, thanks to @downeystarkjr for her amazing art, @sambethe and the other mods for putting together this year’s CSBB, and the creators of the show and characters, and to all of you readers for your feedback!
Chapter summary: There are a lot of downs in Killian’s life, but a few ups, too. Will Emma be able to show Killian that the ups are more important than the downs?
You kind of have to love Alice for telling the hard truths to Killian, even as your heart breaks for her to watch Killian deal with everything that’s been thrown at him. Though it is again another chance meeting that hints at the possibility for better things for him!
Killian watches Swan—or whoever the bloody hell she is—disappear
into the shadows and his jaw clenches. The pirate in him wants to shake off the
anger he feels and go into the tavern to find a wench to prove he doesn’t care
about being blown off while the gentleman in him wants to insist on following
the Swan girl home so nothing happens to her. She’ll not allow him—he barely
talked her into allowing for him to escort her this far—which means he’d have
to follow without her knowledge. But something tells him she’d find him out and
he doesn’t wish to feel like more a fool than he already does.
Summary: Emma Swan returns to her birthplace, Storybrooke, in search of a fresh start after a life marked by abandonment and betrayal. After a year there, she finds the stability she needed and also the possibility of learning about one of her passions, photography. Killian Jones, a former British war reporter with a tragic past, establishes himself in the same town as an instructor of photography, following in the footsteps of his best friends, the Nolans. What will happen when their paths cross? Will their common passion for photography help them heal old wounds?
Go read, guys! The story has a lot in store for Emma and Killian. Just be patient! You are yet to discover their mutual attraction, deepest feelings and photography classes, of course.
Ooh, check out @imagnifika great banner for @mayquita’s story, plus take a peak at Emma Swan’s instagram account! Kate brings us a glimpse of just what it is Emma sees in Storybrooke and why the town might be intrigued by her photos. The vivid colors brought together here are particularly striking and you can see why they might pique Killian’s interest.
Summary: Killian Jones has always managed tough spots in his con life… but never like this one. His brother is out of jail and convinced the only way to win his name back is to heist the casino of a major Vegas mogul, leaving Killian to do the planning. He now has to deal with a half-brother desperate to gain a name of his own, an ex-fling that carries her own torch against the casino mogul, his brother losing his mind over his ex-wife, his former mentor’s depression and the one woman he can’t get out of his mind giving him chase. Ocean’s Eleven AU
Rating: M
Content warnings: semi-explicit sexual content, law-breaking (they are thieves, liars and con men), mild violence (someone will get punched), mention of former relationships (for the main pair) and cheating (but not for the main pair)
Chapter warning: Milah is a character in this fic.
This fic would never exist without the wonderful @sambethe who convinced me to do over hot chocolate on one cold Chicago afternoon and virtually held my hand and betaed this fic for months. thank you SO much for everything you do.
A/N: A long time ago there was talk about Hook & his sea friends and a few collective posts shaped the idea of a Sea Squad. This fic is the attempt to bring that creativity to life. Tagging @queen-mabs-revenge@thesschesthair and @jvosketches as they were part of that initial thinking back in the day. If a few things sound familiar, it’s because they are based on the movie.
That was the first thought in Liam’s head as he contemplated the people gathering on Nemo’s patio, filling themselves with appetizers and passing drinks between each other.
Some of them traveled with style: Poseidon had arrived in a rented and sober black car, his suit impeccable and his face unreadable. He first hugged his daughter and was now catching up with Nemo, the two of them commanding all the attention of the patio with their poise.
Milah had arrived dressed in leather pants and a silk shirt, her legs looking long and graceful as she exited her vintage red Porsche. She and Ursula sat together at a table on the side talking, and from the way they were stealing not so subtle looks in his and Killian’s direction, Liam was quite sure what the topic was about. Milah winked at him as he glanced over at them for the third time, blowing him a kiss from afar as she did.
Everyone’s now in the room. Question is, can Liam and Killian convince them of the plan and can all of them act like a team? Also, will the two youngest members find their place? Meanwhile, we finally meet the elusive Emma Swan. Seems she’s got an interesting backstory that may just throw a wrench in all these carefully laid plans.
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?
Both @initiala and @idristardis yelled at me during this chapter when they edited this, maybe you guys won’t. 😀
Another shout out to @cocohook38 for the beautiful banner, go show her love for it, here,and the amazing artwork from chapter 1, go show her love for it, here.
Please please make sure you go check out all the other stories included in @captainswanbigbang. They are all amazing and you won’t regret it, I assure you.
Chapter Four – The Long and Winding
Road
Emma wakes to a strange thumping sound and her brow furrows.
She looks around the room, lifting her head to find it still in darkness due to
the blackout curtains covering the windows. Dropping her head back down with a
sigh, she reaches out to the bedside table and picks up her phone, squinting a
bit at the bright light.
Emma’s reaction was perfect!! Of course she wouldn’t be horrified at all, I love how she was only intrigued by what she first thought was a tattoo and then she saw it as beautiful when he finally revealed himself. And poor Killian, he ran away :(( I hope they get to talk at some point. Also, I’m soooo nervous about Neal, I’m afraid he’s going to be a source of the angst and he better not touch Emma because Killian is going to hand his ass over to him if he does (on second thought, I hope Killian finds Neal first then).
And JewelHunter, they’re the cutest!! I can totally imagine them being even cuter than Snowing, and Liam writing him a super long letter every Winter ❤ cuties.
Summary: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?
Rating: M
Story content warning: some descriptions of violence, slow burn
Thanks to everyone for reading and liking and reblogging! Thank you so much to everyone who has reached out to tell me what you think! All the love is amazing and appreciated!
Chapter 4: Things I Almost Remember
Killian’s shoulder throbbed as he slumped back against the train car door. He slid down against cold steel walls to the floor. The wheels bumped rhythmically along the tracks sending shudders up through the car into his bones. He grit his teeth. Gods above. It felt like something was stabbing him in his shoulder again and again with each vibration. He reached back with his good hand and felt blood, warm and slick, soaking into his jacket. Damn.
The unexpected connection between Killian and Emma is a delight to see unfold in this chapter, as is the burgeoning friendship, despite themselves, between Ruby and Emma. Emma’s princess lessons appear to be beginning in earnest as Emma wonders just what she’s gotten herself into. But what is it that Killian and Ruby are hiding about their pasts? And what exactly is it that Emma may be hiding, even from herself?
Emma could remember fingers tangled in her curls, the weight of a hand settling on the small of her back, a smile meant only for her eyes. To have a soft kiss pressed against her lips, tentative and sweet, to share each other’s breath. Emma knew what it was to have someone by her side until he’d been taken away.
She’s spent near to half her life watching the horizon line, waiting for the tides to bring back what the sea once claimed.
Killian looked down at his hands, stained crimson with his brother’s blood, before staring across the deck as the pirate ship left his shattered world in its wake, and wondered what they could possibly have stood to gain from his loss.
He’s lost everything, his family, his love, even his hand. The one thing he believes he can- no, will – get back is his ship.
If no one else would do anything, Henry certainly would. He was going to save his mother, and the way he saw it, there was only one person in the entirety of Fort Charles that could possibly help him. Someone who had nothing to lose but his life, and everything to gain.
He doesn’t know much about the world beyond the stories he reads, but he’s determined to save the person he loves most.
A Captain Swan story, based on Pirates of the Caribbean.
Rating: T
Content Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Minor Character Death
AN: Thanks, as always, to my amazing beta @huffleporg and @prongsie for their help. This story wouldn’t be here without you guys.
Or so Liam always said, but Killian knew better. The man was three sheets to the wind, as usual, and no amount of Liam’s polite euphemisms would be enough to convince him otherwise. At thirteen, Killian saw a lot more than his older brother would like, and understood more than he was given credit for. He knew the man was well and truly pissed and wouldn’t see daylight for several hours more.
He also knew Liam’s task would keep him away from the forge for most of the afternoon, which meant Killian had time to play.
And we’re off! Join Hook and Henry as they take to the high seas after Emma to save her from Gold’s nefarious plans. Emma gets a terrifying glimpse as to what the reasoning behind her capture was and we can’t wait to see her reunion with Ki- err Hook! We loved those glimpses into Emma and Killian’s past and really loved how bits of both lores are woven into this story! Take a look!
AN: Oh my goodness…it has been a while fam squad, and for that I am sorry. The muse has not been well lately, but I think she’s slowly making a comeback. A massive thank you to @cscocktoberfest and all those in charge of the event for making this possible. I’ve had a blast being a part of this! Please make sure to go support everyone else involved in the event. Everyone has done such an amazing job!! Massive shout out to @kymbersmith-90 for helping with this concept, @artistic-writer for helping with the title, and of course the wonderful @thejollyroger-writer for coming in clutch as my beta!! Hope you all enjoy! All the love!!
Summary: Emma Swan is a smart woman, or so she thought. Perhaps living with the man she has silently been in love with for the last ten years was not the smartest move on her end.
Emma knew this was a bad idea, she was modest enough to admit she was a smart woman. And smart women do not agree to become roommates with hot men, especially with one whom she has secretly been in love with for the last 10 years. Yet, here she decided to live with her best friend, Killian Jones.
Summary: Emma just wants to take a shower and wash the tension of the day away. By herself. But of course, Killian can’t have that—not when he’s the one who could be relieving her stress. This is a recipe for disaster.
A/N: So @distant-rose has always longed for a shower fic wherein the actual hazards of shower sex are addressed, so this is my attempt to fill that void (and it seemed like it fit the bill of @cscocktoberfest). It ended up a bit more feelz-y than slapstick, but hopefully it’s close to what you’re after! [And thank you to @optomisticgirl for looking it over!!!]
There was only one way to end a long, tiring day like today. Well, there were probably a couple, but Emma had settled on the one that involved the fewest number of people.
The shower stream was falling wet and hot around her, soothing her sore muscles and clearing her mind. She ran her hands through her hair, over her face, and continued to trail them down her body until she got to the other part that needed a release of its own, and went about taking care of that as well.
She was so lost in her self-ministrations, starting to fall apart to the press of her fingers against her clit and elsewhere, that she didn’t notice the door to the bathroom open, or the brush of cold air when the shower curtain briefly parted.
It wasn’t until the sweaty, grimy body hugged her from behind that she was pulled out of her brief reverie.
“Having all the fun without me, love?” Killian murmured in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist and settled his chin on her shoulder.
Emma jumped at the contact. “Killian!” she immediately complained, arching away from him as much as possible and and nearly scratching herself in the process. “What the hell? I was trying to get clean!”
“You don’t honestly expect me to believe that; do you, darling?” he purred, holding onto her even tighter. “What with your hands in your—”
“Ugh!” She grabbed his forearms and pried them apart, stumbling forward as she broke out of his embrace. “Why are you so gross?”
“Me?” He feigned innocence as he stepped into the falling water. “Don’t be such a prude, love, especially when you were the one—”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. The way the water ran over his chest, pooling in his collarbones and then falling down the planes of his pectorals, only made her more keenly aware of the fact that she’d been interrupted. “Why are you covered in dirt?”
Summary: Emma Swan didn’t remember him, but Captain Hook remembered her – intimately. Words: 750 Rating: M for self pleasure Notes: Set during season 3B in the Enchanted Forest. This is smutty for @cscocktoberfest and angsty just because. You can read my other CS Coctoberfest contribution here: Pictures of You on AO3. And if you like this, please check out my original novels on Amazon. They’re cheap – less than a grande pumpkin spice latte for both of them!
Hook took off his heavy leather coat and threw it over the small chair in his room, thankful that he and his crew would be able to sleep in an inn. Their heist on the road meant they had enough riches to spare a night in an inn with actual beds. It wasn’t the same as his ship, but it was something – at least for now.
But Hook was determined to get his ship back. Being in the Enchanted Forest again just reminded him that he was a captain, and a captain who needed his ship. This piracy on the road was amateur. He wasn’t just some common thief. He heard of a man that had become notorious for stealing from the rich, someone named Robin Hood. But those stories didn’t impress Hook for so many reasons.
He continued to undress, taking off all of his clothes before climbing under the heavy down blanket on the uncomfortable bed. At least he was able to get his own room. After all, even without the Jolly Roger, he was still their captain.
But he laid awake, staring at the ceiling. He missed the rocking of his ship at night. He missed his bed.
He missed Emma.
“There’s not a day will go by that I won’t think of you.”
The words rang in his head, words he couldn’t forget because he couldn’t forget her.
There were nights like tonight when Hook couldn’t sleep and he would think of her. He wondered where she was and what she was doing. What kind of life she had created with Henry by her side.
What kind of man she was with now.
That was the worst thought of them all because the man she should be with was him. She just couldn’t remember that. But he did, just like he remembered her silky blonde hair, her lips on his, her hands pulling at his collar, forcing him closer to her.
Hook’s hand drifted lower, making him thankful he had this room to himself. He hadn’t had much privacy since returning to the Enchanted Forest, which also meant he hadn’t had much privacy to think about Emma the way he had wanted to think about her.
He grabbed his cock, thick and hard in his hand. Memories of Emma had wound him up so much over the past few months that this wouldn’t take long. And he had a lot of memories he had stored up for a moment like this.
Seeing her standing on the deck of the Jolly Roger, her black sweater hugging the curves that he wished he could’ve caressed.
On the beach, her eyes fiery, her determination fierce. “Actually, I quite fancy you from time to time when you’re not yelling at me.” He fancied her many more times than that.
His pace quickened, his hand speeding up as he bit his lower lip, trying to stop his moans. The boys saw him walk in alone. They knew he hadn’t been with a wench since they had returned to the forest, but they had never questioned why. He didn’t need them to start now, especially in an inn with thin walls.
But he kept going, thinking of her, of the way his feelings for her seemed to spill off his tongue in that cave, or the way his name sounded from her lips. She didn’t yell Baelfire’s name in the Dark Hallows. She yelled his.
“Hook!”
Desperate and wanting. Just as he felt now.
His hand sped up, his breathing erratic, his mind focused on his thoughts of Emma. Her hair, her skin, her strength and power.
He desperately stayed quiet as his body tensed and he finally sent himself over the edge in an explosion of passion for a woman that wasn’t there.
Hook laid there, sweaty and sticky, waiting for his breath to finally calm again, his heart to beat normally.
Although would it ever really beat normally without Emma?
He got up and poured some water from a pitcher into a small basin on a table in the corner, letting it wash over his hand before cleaning up the rest of his mess.
He couldn’t live like this forever, couldn’t be haunted by her ghost when she couldn’t even remember he existed. There had to be a way to get to her and make her remember. Hook was a pirate and a captain who was desperate to find what had been lost to him. First, he was going to find the Jolly Roger, and with his ship, he was going to find Emma Swan.
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