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The Pirate and the Princess – Part 1

A collection of smutty one-shots started for @cscocktoberfest about Princess Emma and Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones.

So, I started this two years ago with a friend who is no longer in the fandom and it was going to be just a smutty Part 1 and Part 2 thing, but then plot snuck its way in somehow and here we are. Btw, I totes blame @initiala for that because she just had to go encourage a story line while she was being a BETA and just… it’s all her fault really. Just like this event… ALL. HER. FAULT. ;-p

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Though
the night air is brisk, Princess Emma finds herself sweating underneath her
cloak. It’s the sweat of excitement and the sweat of fear all mixed together,
because while this isn’t her first time sneaking out of the palace, she’s
always worried it will be the time she gets caught. Slipping past the iron
gate, she hears Sleepy’s light snores before she even rounds the corner and
though the dog her uncle Graham insisted be there to keep watch, as well, is
awake, she has a treat at the ready to keep him from barking. He lifts his head
as she approaches, his white fur almost appearing to glow in the fire light
while his nostrils twitch. He’s gentle as he takes the treat from her hand and
with a pat on the head, Emma walks off into the night.

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look, I happily accept blame if we get more of this deliciousness

As Soon Kindle Fire With Snow

profdanglaisstuff:

Here is my contribution to @cscocktoberfest, which I was really excited to write. Then this happened: 

Self: I’m just going to write a little one-shot. It’ll be great. 

Universe: 

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Self: Just a little smutty snapshot. 

Universe: Ha. Hahaha. 

Self: Maybe seven, eight thousand words. 

Universe: Hohohohahahaha

Self: It won’t be angsty, either, just fluffy smut

Universe: Bwahahahahahahahaha

Self: Stop laughing, universe, I can do it!

Universe: *wipes tears from eyes*

Self: Look, I’m doing it! 

Universe: …

Self: *writes*

Self: *writes more*

Self: *writes more still*

Self: *realises she has 3,000 words and they haven’t even banged yet* 

Self: *thinks about all that still remains to be written*

Self: Oh. 

Universe: You sweet summer child. 

So yeah. This went from a 7,000 word one-shot to what will (I hope) be concluded in two parts. Of ~10,000 words each. Dammit, universe. 

Anyway, here it is! 

Summary: Emma Swan lives alone and likes it that way. Still, she has needs. Needs that since she moved to the small town of Storybrooke have decidedly not been met. Then one snowy afternoon Killian Jones appears at her door, and Emma realises that he can give her everything she needs… and more. 

Rating: E for sex and language and sex. Did I mention there’s sex?

Tagging those lovely people who have supported my work before, please let me know if you want to be tagged in the future! @wellhellotragic @teamhook @kmomof4 @let-it-raines @resident-of-storybrooke @rouhn @deathbycaptainswan

Also on AO3


Part 1:

When Emma moved in to the old blue house on the beach, the locals warned her that there was more to the place than met the eye. It was a big, creaky pile of a house, with the original weathered clapboard and the original oak floorboards and what Emma had been informed was the original cat. 

“That house is almost 200 years old,” she’d protested to the adamant fishermen in the local diner. “It cannot possibly be the same cat.” 

“Always been a cat in that house,” said one, and seeing Emma’s expression hastened to add, “Always been a black cat with a white tip on the tail. You can’t tell me that marking’s so common that it ain’t the same cat.”

“But how—” Emma had begun, then seeing their stubborn faces decided just to concede. Let them think what they liked. It hardly mattered to her. 

The house suited her, though it was far too big for one person. It was proud and lonesome, much like herself, standing just at the tip of the cape, far enough from the village to afford the solitude she craved but not so far that she couldn’t get takeout from the diner and have it still be warm when she got home. 

“That house likes you,” declared Granny of the eponymous Granny’s Diner. “Good thing too, it ain’t kind to those it don’t like.” 

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The Hazards of Chaperoning.  AO3 , rated M/E, 3.3k

A follow up to That Tongue Should Be Outlawed, and as it’s a week from @brooke-to-broch‘s birthday, it’s for her again. And @cscocktoberfest of course. I finished it with a fever so ngl I didn’t end up editing or… anything.

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It happened again, and more often than she’d admit even to herself. Emma couldn’t stop it. Henry’s teacher was just so

distracting.

There was that time he was snapping with the music, teaching the
kids how to hit their marks with the beat. All that did was draw her
attention to his hands, to his long fingers, and then she was spiraling,
imagining them on her,

in

her, and she couldn’t even look him in the eye later. Then she
tried waiting outside the doors, only for the asshole’s raw, beautiful
tenor to ring out into the hallway as he demonstrated whatever, and she
caught herself spiraling into another fantasy of slow dancing as he sang
into her ear. That one was more disturbing than the straight-up sex
ones. She could (kind of, not really) handle the lust, but the whole

dating

and

romance

daydreams had to go.

So no more waiting in the school. Not even Henry’s “subtle”
comments about how melancholy Mr. Jones seemed recently could get her
back in the auditorium. She waited for him in the car, behind a book or
her phone. If she couldn’t control her libido, she wasn’t going to give
it a chance.

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Notes: Hi internet. I…um….I wrote porn. That’s the only way I can describe this. It’s just porn. No plot. Just straight up silly, slightly sentimental, married but totally in love Captain Swan porn. How did this happen? Well, I’m just blaming @initiala for this. It’s easier that way, especially this is a part of the @cscocktoberfest extravaganza. Special thank you to @optomisticgirl and @adira-tyree for listening to me whine about how terrible I am at smut writing. I couldn’t have done it without either of you. Special shout-out to Daniel for being cool about this nonsense and making me laugh and being the coolest about me writing about fictional characters banging and even using the phrase “Killian’s thundercock.” I will never be over it. You’re literally the best.
Summary:  Emma hates mornings. Killian loves them. Normally, he’s good about it, allowing her to sleep in to her hearts content. Though sometimes, he isn’t so mindful but rather insistent on changing her opinions on mornings.
Word Count: 2,500+
Rating: E

Emma Swan was not a morning person. In fact, she resented the very concept of mornings. Sleep had been an elusive throughout her life so she treasured it whenever she got it. She would laze for hours if she could get away with it, snuggled into her pillows and buried under layers upon layers of blankets. The very thought of waking up to the world, of leaving the warmth and comfort of her bed, was abhorrent and often those who woke her often ended up with a pillow to the face.

Including her husband…especially her husband.

Where Emma loathed mornings and was incapable of normal human interaction without a shower and at least three cups of coffee, Killian loved them. He had zero qualms with kicking off the bedclothes and starting bright and early. He was always inhumanly alert and up for anything. It stunned her that he was actually capable of forming complete sentences from the second he woke up.

His early morning energy was irritating but more often than not, he was a conscientious and courteous bedfellow. He was capable of being quiet and moving out of the bed carefully enough that she could ignore him and continue sleeping. More often than not, she would roll onto his unoccupied side of the bed, soaking in the heat left behind in sheets and continuing to doze throughout the morning while he showered and shaved. He would give her an hour or two to herself before chiding her gently and placing a cup of coffee under her nose in order to coax her out of bed without any bloodshed.

However, there were also mornings where he wasn’t so mindful but insistent on coming between her and her sleep. 

He often liked to claim that she needed to reevaluate her opinions on mornings and he was only trying to help her get a new perspective on them. He would roll her over and kiss her while she was barely coherent, ignoring her protests of morning breath and snarled hair. An uncoordinated but hard kick was often enough to keep him at bay and reclaim her place in dream land but sometimes she humored him.

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CS AU: Teacher’s Lounge

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CS AU: Teacher’s Lounge

Summary: She’s the English teacher. He’s the Math teacher. One afternoon in the teacher’s lounge, they become students of one another’s anatomy.

A/N: Another contribution for @cscocktoberfest. Thank you to all those who twisted my arm encouraged me to write a fic to accompany my September CS AU aesthetic. I hope it meets expectations! Much love to the fabulous @ilovemesomekillianjones for her awesome beta skills, and to my ladies @kmomof4, @winterbaby89, and @artistic-writer for enduring my whining and complaining.

Rated M (it’s cocktober, people…) / ~3700 words / Also available on ao3 and ff.net

Killian tapped his pencil impatiently against the table in front of him. The jitters of excited anticipation coursed through him as they always did on the first day of a new school year, despite the early hour required of all the returning teachers. Every year Principal Mills insisted on a staff meeting prior to the first bell, and this year was no exception. While he waited for the stragglers to file in so her majesty could commence with the standard greeting, expectations, and general arm twisting in recruiting advisors for as yet unassigned clubs and organizations, Killian sipped his coffee and perused the teacher’s lounge.

Nothing much had changed over the summer months. Same walls splashed with the school colors. Same large conference table, already adorned with fall decorations despite the sweltering heat still plaguing their little hamlet. The coffee maker was new, thank the gods, but that was the only change the room seemed to have undergone. Same chairs, same motivational posters, same sofa. Killian shifted in his chair as his thoughts took a hard (in more ways than one) turn at the memories the lounge sofa evoked. Memories of Emma Swan riding him into oblivion on the last day of school, right there in the teacher’s lounge during their final planning period together.

Emma Swan.

Storybrooke High’s most beloved English teacher, and the woman who had turned Killian’s entire world upside down when she’d join the staff three years ago. The woman currently sneaking through the door, her standard tendency to always run several minutes late, while trying to avoid detection from Principal Mills, who’d apparently started their meeting whilst Killian had been daydreaming.

A blush rushed up his neck at the realization that he’d been fantasizing to the point of discomfort in a room full of his colleagues, and the source of his infatuation. When her eyes met his from across the room, he could feel the flustered heat sweep across his face up to his ears, but he offered her a friendly smile; one she hesitantly returned, the sight of which made his heart flutter.

Killian heard little of what Principal Mills was saying. It was most likely the same speech she’d given to the faculty every year before, so he didn’t feel too guilty about not listening; instead choosing to return to the indulgence of visiting that afternoon forever seared in his memory.

They’d been dancing around their attraction for one another all year long. Sharing the same planning period, and being the only two faculty members to make use of the teachers’ lounge during their free hour had given them nine months of bantering, flirting, talking, and eye fucking. It was only a matter of time before the powder keg of sexual tension ignited, though neither of them had expected it to happen in the lounge of all places.

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The First Time

obscurra:

My first submission for @cscocktoberfest. Set at the end of 4×03. You know the scene. 😉

Can also be found on ao3 and ff.net.

She’s beyond angry, storming out of the diner and past Killian as he sits at one of the outdoor tables, a drink in his hand. He raises it to her as she passes, smiles and calls out jovially, “Swan! Don’t make a man drink alone!”

She doesn’t slow down, doesn’t even look at him as he gets up to follow her, sensing her continued anger. “Not in the mood for a drink or a man,” she responds sharply. She can hear his footsteps follow her off the sidewalk.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you today, all right? I know you feel like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders. But at some point,” his hook snags on her arm and pulls her around towards him, “Even though we’re quite different, you’ve got to trust me.” His eyes are beseeching and she feels her annoyance flare hard and fast.

“That’s what you think this is about? That I don’t trust you?” She shouts back. He has the decency to look a little ashamed before he covers it with a raised brow and set jaw.

“Is that not what it’s about?”

“Of course I trust you.” She wants to hit him he’s being so stupid. And all of a sudden all the fight leaves her as he looks at her sadly, completely lost. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t get it.

“Then why do you keep pulling away from me?” His voice is just as desperate as she feels.

“Because everyone I’ve ever been with is dead!” It’s hard not to explain without the anger now, but she has to hold onto something other than the stinging at the corners of her eyes. “Neal and Graham. Even Walsh. I lost everyone. I…” Her vision blurs just a little and she feels a hot tear slide down her cheek and settle at the edge of her mouth. “I can’t lose you, too,” she finishes simply, staring into his eyes and willing him to understand the rest. She can’t say it yet, she doesn’t think she’s brave enough, but she needs him to know somehow anyway.

Killian’s gaze softens as he looks at her, as her words sink in and his heart grows. Lost girl, always a lost girl. He’s determined to make sure she never feels that way again.

“Well, love, you don’t have to worry about me,” he responds with a comforting smile. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving.”

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Frozen Peas (1/2)

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Summary: Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not coworkers. Okay, they kind of are. Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not friends either. Okay, maybe they kind of are. Honestly, Emma’s not sure what’s up and what’s down when it comes to Killian Jones…well, that’s also not true. She knows one thing that’s up.

Rating: Mature (it’s cocktoberfest peeps)

A/N: Hey all! Here’s part one of my contribution to @cscocktoberfest! I wrote this about a month ago before I’d really gotten into a good rhythm (pun always intended with me) with my smut writing, but I hope that it’s still a good time. I’m posting a bit early because I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to later since I have a late night at work. So have a very pleasurable time reading.

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Usual tag list (let me know if you want to be tagged for part two which will post a week from today): @kmomof4 @resident-of-storybrooke @ekr032-blog-blog @jennjenn615 @onceuponaprincessworld @bmbbcs4evr @wellhellotragic @profdanglaisstuff @mayquita @teamhook @skyewardolicitycloisdelena91

“Can you pass the peas, love?”

“Killian, they’re literally right in front of you.”

He seems shocked by that, only to look down and see that the
peas are, indeed, sitting in the serving dish right between the two of them on
David and Mary Margaret’s dining room table. Mary Margaret makes these damn
peas for every single one of these dinners, and Killian is the only person who
likes them. What Emma would give for another vegetable to be served at one of
these dinners. She doesn’t even like vegetables, but she’d learn to love them
for anything other than these goddamn peas.

She seems to be a little too passionate about the peas.

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Beauty in the Aftermath (CS FF) | 2/14

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Summary: Confronted with the sudden appearance of her birth parents, Emma, in a moment of panic, runs. She flees the diner, Storybrooke, the country. She finds herself a day later in the Dublin, Ireland Airport terminal wondering what the hell she has gotten herself into. With some fear, a little determination and a considerable amount of faking it along the way, she sets off on a trip she never planned on taking but needed more than she ever knew. She finds herself, she finds a Brit adrift on his own journey and finds out what home really means.

Rated: M (Sexual content in later chapters & some Irish whiskey along the way).

Also on: AO3 | FFN
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AN: I am just??!! a ball of emotions after all your kind words and love for chapter 1. Thank you for making this such a wonderful experience. I hope you continue to enjoy Emma’s trip and who she meets along the way.

Always, always thanks to @shippingtheswann for the cheering and beta work (I really hope you are reading her story too!), @imagnifika for the gorgeous art, I can’t wait for you to see what she has next and @halobxist & @meanderingcaptainswanmusings for everything xo. And all the high fives to all the other CSBB artists and authors! I’m blown away, I hope everyone is enjoying everyones hard work. 

And now at a small hostel in Ireland… 

Chapter 2

Emma lifts her face towards the ink black sky, the misty rain, refreshing against her whiskey pink cheeks. She winds her way up the small walk, the Bushmills slipping through her veins like melted caramel. The drink keeps her warm and her movements unhurried. A blissful smile still graces her face, thanks to the earlier kindness of strangers who crowded around her little table at the pub, offering their company and shared drinks. Four days removed from her near meltdown at the airport and she finally feels some of the tension that had followed her across the Atlantic slowly ebbing away.

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Emma and Killian meet for the first time this chapter, but things don’t go very well between our two favorite characters. Emma’s guarded, and Killian is… well, Killian. Not that we blame Emma considering where and how they meet. We’re eagerly awaiting to see how things turn out!

Magnificent and Furious (1/14)

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A/N: And here we meet the whole Charming family! Again really huge thank yous to my betas @justanotherwannabeclassic and @eloquentlyenchanted for really making this fic the best it can be. Also check out the amazing fic headers @princesse-swan has made for each chapter! They’re truely fantastic and I can’t want for yall to see what she came up with next.

prologue / AO3/ ff.net

The torches of the great ballroom cast a warm glow on all the guests in attendance for the Crown Princess Emma of Misthaven’s birthday ball. The jewels at the ears, necks, wrists, and fingers of the guest glittered and reflected off each other as they danced and drank from the impressive royal wine collection. Despite being the guest of honor, Emma herself had taken a step back from the revelry as a way to catch her breath and have a moment of privacy. She spotted her mother and father talking and laughing with the usual crowd of people. Her mother insisted that one day Emma would come to enjoy and seek out the company of others. Emma knew she would always need these secluded moments to herself if she were to ever rule properly.

She saw her little brother, Leo, join her parents and their friends and tell an apparently hilarious joke since all the adults were still laughing heartily. Emma couldn’t help but think that Leo might be a better choice for Heir of Misthaven – he was outgoing and friendly without being naive. Surely he would be able to secure more alliances with neighboring kingdoms and principalities than her sullen and shrewd self. But being firstborn, Emma would be the one to inherit the crown and the throne and the responsibility. Perhaps Leo could be her official ambassador, to give lords and ladies and all other highborn people a good impression of Misthaven.

“Emma?” a tiny voice spoke as Emma felt someone pulling at her billowing skirt. Emma looked down and saw her baby sister Charlotte, still in her nightclothes, looking up at her expectantly.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Emma asked, smiling down at the little girl.

“I’m not tired,” the little girl pouted, “Besides, I want to dance.”

“How about this, you can dance one dance with me and then I’ll take you up to bed.”

“But it’s your birthday, Emmy,” Charlotte looked up at her with wide eyes.

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Welcome back to @imhookedonaswan’s Enchanted Forest AU! In this chapter, we are introduced to the whole Charming clan at Emma’s birthday and debutante ball where it seems like nothing can go wrong until Regina made her grand entrance. That gif by @princesse-swan, which combines the surprised still image of Emma with this iconic introduction to the Queen, gives us a stunning glimpse into what the Charming family is in for! Will Emma just sit idly by and let the Evil Queen threaten the kingdom all over again? Read on to find out!