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queen-mabs-revenge:

The wind howls through the trees and their branches whip against the roof of the house. Snowflakes fall ceaselessly from the sky in large, moist flakes. There was obviously no going anywhere outside today.
She shivers as she rolls onto her side and wraps her arms around Killian’s waist. His pleasantly warm skin chases away the chill that has set in her bones.

“You’re as cold as ice!” Killian groans.
She grazes her fingers over the small of his back. “That is what you are for.”
“Then I shall have to warm my feet up on you,” he threatens.

Excerpt of a ficlet by the lovely hook-come-back-to-me

I had so much fun reading through your fics and getting inspired, and truly, there was such an embarrassment of choice in your beautiful little snapshots that the only limitation was finding graphics to match! I hope you like these and I’m so looking forward to your fics to come. Happy Valentine’s Day, Katie!

(a smidge early but I’m going to be painting a hous tomorow [tres romantic] so I wanted to get this posted!)

caprelloidea:

Killian Jones, park ranger for the Greater Yellowstone
Ecosystem, meet Emma Swan, avid solo hiking enthusiast, and generally the most
irritating human being he’s ever had the misfortune of happening upon.  Multiple times.  One would think that, at 34,375 square miles,
it would be unlikely that they would meet outside of his park office at the
beginning of the season, when she and her stuttering old yellow bug roll
through the entrance.  Nevertheless,
every year, for the past four years, he’s crossed her path – in the woods, on
the mountains, in the grasses of the steppe – at least once every year.  Much to his dismay, his trusty dog, Arthur, takes
a shine to her every time, and Killian finds himself grumbling along behind her
as she takes the paths at too quick a pace, too far from home, too late at night.  On one particular evening, a pop up storm
strands the both of them in the northeastern sector, after which they must find
a new route home.  Together.

“Pardon, love, but I’ll
thank you not to steal my dog from
me.”

“It’s not my fault he likes
me more than you.”

Killian huffs. Emma
Swan is certainly a pain in his arse.
Although, he must admit, here in the steppe, where the sun plucks
strands of gold out of the grass, and where the darkness and silence rest
easily between them, she is nothing if not beautiful, the selfsame gold
sparking in the strands of her hair.  He
very nearly forgets he’s supposed to be insulting her, when she leaps into a
brook, the cool, crystalline water splashing all over him.  She laughs, brightly, when Arthur quickly
follows.

Quietly, he says, “You’re
determined to have me fall in love with you, aren’t you, Swan?”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll be the death
of me.”

In which @imhookedonaswan​ and I came up with this idea this morning after freaking out over this photograph.  We intend to co-write the fic, but for now, have this set!

seastarved:

I See Fire by @i-know-how-you-kiss​

It’s a dangerous era for people like Emma. But even more dangerous is the surprising connection between her and Killian – magic as ancient as time, in their very blood, tethering them together to save the world. 

“So- ah- shall I just…” he trails off, gesturing at her back. “Mount you then?”

That makes her glare at him, green eyes narrowing as she watches his lips tip up into the smirk he isn’t even trying to hide. Oh, he just thinks he’s so funny.

She lowers to the ground, though, and waits for him to climb on.

“For the record,” he says, once he’s settled. “If there was any seduction happening, it was mutual.”

A low growl rumbles from her chest. She knows he’s only bringing it up again because she can’t argue back in this form, so she solves the matter by swatting him with the end of her tail and sending him careening off her back with a startled shout. He scowls at her at her when he’s back on his feet, dusting at his breeches, and she hopes he can see the laughter bright in her eyes.

“Bloody hell, alright, I’ll be behave!”