seastarved:

Duodenary

Intending to return to Neverland after his quest for revenge comes to an abrupt end, Killian Jones finds himself in Duodenary, a realm whose existence allows Neverland, and the people therein, to live forever.  After months of trying and failing to find a way to go home, a princess comes looking to him for help. (Fantasy/Adventure AU)

For my darling Liz ( @caprelloidea ) and one of my favourite stories she has ever written.

I love you so friend and cherish your friendship so much. You’re one of the most wonderful, talented, endlessly creative, generous and giving people I have ever met. Sunshine itself! I am so glad you’re my friend and I hope you have a wonderful year. Happy Birthday! ❤

ripplestitchskein:

captain–kitten:

CS AU Week : Crossover – ASOIAF / Game of Thrones

What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms … or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY.

lenfaz:

CS AU Week
Day 7: Free for All  – Renaissance Fair AU

This is not really mine, I’m just the conduit. This is a gift from @killihan-jones to @duathadun. I hope you like it.

Emma Swan is the seamstress from the renaissance fair in which Killian Jones is the main attraction. She can’t really blame the roaring women that seem to lose her mind over him – the man is, after all, quite attractive and a perpetual flirt. But Emma Swan can play that game too, and she’d be lying if she didn’t admit she has enjoyed leaving him speechless once or twice (or thrice). The one thing she doesn’t realize until he finally gets the courage to ask her out is that he only has eyes for her.

“It’s the fourth time this week, Killian. What do you do with the buttons of your vest? Ask the audience to rip them off?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Swan? Or even better, wouldn’t you like to be the one that rips them off, darling?”

“Why would I want to rip off buttons I have to sew back myself? That makes no sense.”

“Then what would you do?”

“Unbutton them slowly – very slowly -, my fingers softly tickling the hair on your chest while I work my way down, one button at the time.”

“Bloody hell, Swan, they should be casting you as the bar wench.”

“Keep talking, pirate, and one day I might consider showing you how it’s done.”