Summary: In which Killian confesses to David and Emma. Spoilers for 6×12.
Rated: T
Warnings: None
Words: ~4.3k
Notes: I had a lot of feelings about the end of 6×12. Title from The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare. Much love and gratitude to my instrumental wife @ripplestitchskein for reading this through for me.
The worst of it, Killian thinks, is that for a moment, he doesn’t recall the man’s face.
He was nothing but a liability, standing between his crew and enough riches to carry him from one day to the next, bleeding out a living until he could sink his hook into the crocodile’s neck. And he doesn’t recognize David’s father at first, because he’d been merely one in the stream, one of the nameless voices that whispers to him late at night, or early in the morning, growing louder and louder, until he’s forced out of bed – and out of the endearingly tight circle of Emma’s arms – to wander along the line where the town meets the sea.
Only now, this one has a name, and the longer and harder he peers down at the drawing, the more familiar he seems. Not only from a hazy memory, but from the set of his brow, the swell of his cheeks, features he sees in the man he now calls his friend, and in the woman he longs to call his wife. And here, in the midnight shadows of the home he shares with her, he holds tight to the incriminating pages, a wisp of the darkness still stirring in his heart suggesting he surrender them to the sea.
Summary: With the visitors from Arendelle gone and Gold banished, Emma and Killian’s relationship continues to deepen, especially when an excuse for a road trip away from Storybrooke falls into their laps. (A S4 hiatus story).
“What are you doing?” She had cracked one eye open in the early morning light, enough to see Killian standing over by the window. “If anyone in the building across the way is looking out, they’re gonna get an eyeful of you, standing there naked.”
“And it will be a fortunate start to the day for anyone who happens to do so,” he answered, turning and sauntering back to the bed. “I was admiring the view of the harbor in daylight,” he explained. “Truly, this city has more to recommend it than I once thought, but perhaps that’s just the company.”
Emma rolled away from him, covering her head with a pillow. “Go back to sleep, it’s still early.”
“Nonsense, it’s half seven; well past time to be up and about. What time does the library open?”
“Not until ten.”
“Ah. Well, plenty of time for breakfast, then.”
With a groan, Emma dragged herself out of bed to use the bathroom. Brushing her teeth, she regarded her naked body in the mirror, thinking about the way the intimacy of the night before had freaked her out. It’s not that she hadn’t been aware, on some level, how deep Killian’s feelings ran. And he’d certainly looked at her before in ways that exposed what was in his heart. But something about seeing it in that moment made her know it in a way that she hadn’t before. He loved her. He was probably only holding himself back from saying so because he always let her lead.
A/N: HERE IT IS FINALLY! My CS genderbend au! Hope you guys like it! I may continue it, depending on the feedback I get.
Words: 2200
Rating: M (this fic does have f/f smut [still CS, I promise] so if that’s not your thing, then either don’t read, or skip over.)
Swan, we have a problem. Meet me at home, please. Emma stared at her phone screen, trying to keep the small spark of panic in her heart from spreading. It was probably nothing, just another roadblock deterring them from figuring out the newest mystery. For about a week now, insane things had been popping up all over town; the leaves on trees turning neon colors, dogs meowing, cats barking, crazy nonsense. The Savior exited out of her messages, sighing loudly and turning to her father, who was going through town records, trying to find something –anything- to explain all this. “I think Killian found something, he asked me to meet him at the house. Can you go on here without me?” David nodded absently, “Of course, Emma. Let me know if it’s anything useful.” Emma nodded before grabbing her keys and heading out the station door, desperately hoping that this wasn’t something horrible.
Summary: “Guess that’s what happens when literally everyone on Earth spends every second cockblocking us.”
Rated: M
Warnings: Smut, language
Words: ~4k
Notes: Requested by @seethelovelyintheworld, a fic in which “every time they have sex, they both have orgasms right away.” I finished this before the premiere, and I was gonna wait until tomorrow, but I have no patience whatsoever, and figure some smutty fluff is due after such angst. So here you go!
It’s just on the cusp of midnight when Killian Jones finds
himself walking down a quiet street in the center of town. The nights are growing longer, the sun
colder, stiff breezes wafting in from the sea.
Though he’d be content to turn his collar up against the weather, and
allow his blood to warm his fingertips, he wears a long shirt with a high neck
beneath his vest at Emma’s request. He’d
also sunk his teeth into the thick, knitted wrist of a black glove, wriggling
it down onto his fingers, and savoring the look on her face. It had been admittedly far less alluring when –
“Where’d you get that
glove?” she says, reaching out to skim the palm of her hand over his hip. “And can I have the other one because oh my God, these are soft.”
“This glove lacks a partner, Swan, much like the hand it protects.”
“Then where – ”
He flushes, then, and covers with a kiss to the swell of her
cheek. “From Madame Lucas.”
– but all the same, he’d not left the house that morning without
several promising kisses to her lips.
Yesterday I already “took a stand” in this all debate of “Emma vs Hook” thing (and learned once more that when the parents are fighting it’s not healthy for the kids…), and now I’m not gonna use this gifset for demonstrating why it’s not fair to judge Emma here because Hook did a similar thing there. But I am gonna focus on two different things that I thought about while preparing this parallel.
First of all is the situation that CS was at before these “rude interruptions”. In 4×04 they were finally starting a relationship. Hook’s dream has come true, she was finally officially his. And then this all thing with the hand started, and he was so scared because it was jeopardizing everything. He was at a risk of losing her again if he becomes once again that version of a man he worked so hard to push away.
In 6×01 they started at a similar point. Their “future” was finally here after everything they’ve been through. Emma’s dream has come true and they could actually start living their lives together. And then this all thing with the hand (and visions) started, and she was scared because it was jeopardizing everything. she wanted everything to stay as perfect as it was just a couple of hours earlier over at their place.
This is why they chose to deal with it alone I think, and because they both chose at these similar situations to deal with it alone the last two gifs are so meaningful in my opinion.
When I prepared these last two gifs I suddenly thought about one of CS biggest repeated motives, hands. We all know how symbolic hands are for CS. The close up focus on them holding hands, the sad situation in 5×20, or 4×08. And now I think this symbol has come back, but in a different form. Here they are both losing control over their hand, they hold it trying to keep it steady, but they can’t. And I think what it symbolizes here is how unstable their hands are when they are left alone with a burden of a big secret. As much as their hands are steady when they are united together in an embrace, they are shaky and unpredictable when they are apart and keeping secrets from each other.
The solution here would be similar to the solution on season 4. They could overcome the fears and the obstacles only when they will be joined hands on it together.
Yep, this totally happened in the beginning of the episode. What is everyone talking about Mr. Hyde and his fancy blimp? There was nothing that interrupted CS’s sexy times.
A/N: So awhile back, @startswithhope had made a post about CS domesticity headcanons (which I will link to as soon as I can, but can’t find it right now, dangit – aha, startswithhope found it for me!! Thanks!!), and we mutually bemoaned how neither of us had time to actually write fic for any of them….well. Oops. This little fic is inspired by that list, and all the talk of keys (I believe that @killians-dimples had the original key headcanons, though this one was my addition to the list). Hope you all enjoy!!
He was always losing his key.
At first, it had surprised Emma. Enough of the well-trained
Naval lieutenant still lurked within Killian to make him habitually neat –
shoes were always lined up near the front door as soon as they came off,
everything had its proper place in the kitchen, and sofa pillows were tilted
and set just so (when the two of them weren’t curled up among them, that is).
His shirts and vests hung in an orderly fashion in their closet, his socks and
underwear nestled in perfectly folded bundles in his designated dresser
drawers, and when not in use his few toiletries marched in a tidy row across
his half of the bathroom vanity.
A little bit for @fangirlforlife2448 who wanted Henry walking in on CS like Emma and Henry walked in on Snowing in season 2.
Crack-ish, semi-smutty fluff with a tiny dose of naval-gazing (literal and figurative) coming up, Hayley! I hope you like it!
1.8k, Rated M for nipple.
She burrows her nose into Killian’s chest, watching the gauzy white curtains flutter over their perfect view of the sunrise, curls her toes into the cool cotton of their bed sheets, and wonders when she got so lucky.
His arm is warm against her bare back and the beat of his heart is solid and steady under her ear and this is her life now. This is her life.
Killian wraps a disheveled curl around his finger, watching the play of light through the golden strands.
It’s the night of their anniversary, they took the Jolly Roger out for a sunset cruise. Emma was missing the pirate clothes, and she knew how much he loved the red dress, so one magical wardrobe change later, they enjoyed the sunset…
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