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caught-in-the-filter · 3 years

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Together

For CS Halloweek 2021. Fulfilling the prompts: Monsters/red (under a spell | mystery | “I’m not going anywhere” | bloodcurdling) (though the only mention of monsters is that there finally are none lol)

Summary: Inspired by gifs of that scene in 6x01, a fic in which they actually get to finish what they barely started on the couch. Angsty and soft smut.

Rated: E; Words: 3174; read it on AO3

A/N: Shoutout and thank you again to the organizers of @cshalloweek for holding the event again.

Also huge shoutout and thank you to the wonderful @kmomof4 for betaing this when I finished it last-minute, and for fixing my run-ons. ❤️

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He liked her red leather jacket.

Once an emblem of the walls she’d constructed in order to protect herself from the heartbreak she’d believed to be inevitable, her jacket had since become a symbol of the progress they’d made to overcome the walls together. They were simply another part of her, and he was grateful she trusted him enough to let him inside them. And the red provided a nice pop of color against his own black leather as well.

He liked her sweater, too.

A woven pattern with stripes of white above solid black, a light in the dark as she was for him. It was soft against his calloused palm as his hand slipped under her jacket, unzipped and open for him, and he supported the small of her back as she canted her hips and cradled him between her legs over the arm of the couch.

Softer still was her skin.

His fingers toyed with the hem of her sweater and slowly inched beneath it. Her laughter was contagious, a bubbling giggle as he slid his hand up her belly and brushed gentle strokes over her navel with his thumb, and he couldn’t help but press his smile to hers as if he could catch her contentment with a kiss.

“Killian,” she grinned, his name a playful plea on her tongue as it met his lips and teased inside. Gods, he always loved the way she said it.

He even liked her undergarments.

Modern and decorative, as delicate as he wanted to treat her though he knew she was anything but that. He lifted her sweater until the hem rested above her chest and guided her upright just enough so he could undo the clasps at her back as she’d shown him how to do. Letting her relax against the cushions once more, he tucked the tip of his hook beneath the tiny bit of ribbon at the front and raised it to reveal her breasts to him.

He liked those, too. Very much.

“So beautiful, Emma,” he praised. Surrounding one nipple with his lips, he gently sucked at her supple flesh, coaxing it to a stiff peak as his teeth scraped and pulled at the bud. His hand tended to the other until at last his mouth parted with a wet pop and they swapped sides. Tiny gasps filled the space around them as he slowly unraveled her without even touching where she needed him most. He began to rut against her, the contact between their clothed bodies doing little to sooth the eager ache behind the layers of denim and cotton.

Those, too. He liked her jeans.

He liked the way they hugged her ass so perfectly and left little to the imagination, skin tight over her legs as she taunted him every time she walked past him with a subtle but deliberate sway in her step. But he liked peeling them off of her even more.

As he continued to sate his hunger for her with his mouth at her breasts, Killian deftly flicked open the button of her jeans and tugged down the zipper until he could shimmy them down over her hips. He ran the curve of his hook along her panties but wanted to feel her wet warmth himself. Tugging the material aside with the tip of his metal appendage, he slid his hand along her skin and pressed a finger between her folds, rubbing her clit with his palm as he prodded her entrance and hummed with burning desire as she soaked his fingers and welcomed them into her slick heat.

Killian swallowed her gasp as his mouth returned to hers, muttering praises into their kiss as he fucked her with his hand. Emma cupped his face and held him close, her thumb brushing along his cheek as she gently scratched at the hair behind his ear, and it was all he could do not to melt into her touch. He broke away from her lips only to kiss her palm in a wordless thank you before turning back to them again. Curling his fingers in the way he knew she liked, he drank in her contented sighs and whimpered pleas and wished he’d already lowered his own trousers too, as his cock almost painfully strained against them.

“Forgive me, love,” he said with an apologetic tone but a promising look in his eyes as he slipped his fingers from her despite her encouragements to keep them there. “I need to feel you, Emma.” He covered her body in kisses as he removed her jeans the rest of the way and unfastened his own, shoving them down his legs and letting them pool around his ankles as he took his cock in hand, hard and more than ready, and coated himself in her arousal. With one steady push, he sank into her core with a satisfied groan, finding some relief as he buried himself inside her again and again, falling into a steady rhythm though his legs threatened to buckle beneath him at the overwhelming feel of her already clenching around his length.

“Fuck, Killian,” Emma moaned. He couldn’t help but smile as she reached for his necklace as it dangled above her, looking for something, anything, to hold as he thrust with purpose.

“Finally, we have the chance again,” Killian smirked, lacing his fingers between hers as he clasped the hand not holding his necklace and raised it above their heads, pressing it into the cushion of the couch. “You’ve been wanting another moment as long as I have, I can tell by just how wet you are for me. You make it so easy for me to fill you like this, because you want to be filled, don’t you?” His question was rhetorical, but she nodded anyway. “But you’re so fucking tight,” he gritted. “Relax for me, darling, I’ve got you. No monsters today, just a pirate who can’t get enough of his Savior, just relax.”

He slowed his thrusts against the urgent nagging of his own desperation and kissed her lips, her cheek, her jaw. His teeth scraped along the shell of her ear, nipping at her earlobe before dragging down the column of her neck. Catching the neckline of her sweater between them, he pulled it aside and latched onto the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Emma tilted her head toward him with a gasp and a giggle and attempted to pull away, but he stilled her with the flat of his hook at her hip, caressing up her side before brushing her cheek and holding her still as he caught a bead of sweat at the hollow of her throat with his tongue and licked a devious stripe up to her chin. Even still, she remained tense, and he was determined to fix that.

“If you keep squeezing me like this, Emma, I’m not going to last much longer.” Killian tucked his arm under her thigh and lifted it, spreading her legs further apart to give himself better access. Even moving at his current pace was too much, agonizingly slow now and yet perhaps that only heightened the sensation of each languid slide with her fitted so snugly around him.

“S’okay,” Emma mumbled quickly as she chased his lips, clearly not wanting him to break their kiss again. “I want you. Before another curse hits. Before another threat to us. I want you.”

“You have me, Emma,” he promised. “I’m not going anywhere ever again.” After Emma’s pleading confession, Killian let some of his own desperation show. He ran the curve of his hook down and up her torso as his hips snapped faster, outlining her breast with the side of the metal pressed flat against her skin until he turned it and teased her nipple with fleeting flicks from the tip, drawing small, pleased gasps from her. “The only curses now are the ones I want to hear fall from your lips as I prove it to you, my darling.”

It didn’t take long for her to do just that, stutter streams of curses and pleas and yeses and Killians. He held her leg against the back of the couch, peppering kisses along the inner side as he plunged deeper still.

“What do you need, love?” he asked, a tender urgency in his tone. “How can I help you come?”

“Just—” she hesitated.

“Tell me, Emma.” He met her gaze with a soft plea in his. “Please.”

“I don’t—I don’t know if I can right now,” she answered quietly. “I’m overthinking, I guess. Just—just hold me, Killian.”

“Alright,” he said, carefully pulling out of her and tucking his arms beneath her, lifting her into his embrace. “We’re alright, love.”

“What are you—” Emma started. “Please, you can still—”

“Not without you, darling.” He kicked off his jeans the rest of the way so he wouldn’t trip and spun them both, sitting on the couch with her in his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he supported her back with the flat of his hook and gently stroked her hair with his hand, placing chaste kisses to her forehead. “I’m here, Emma,” he reassured her with every kiss. “I’m here. I’m here.”

“I know,” Emma almost whispered. She wrapped her fingers in his necklace and placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. “I know, I just… I thought I lost you.”

“I know,” Killian echoed. He knew she was looking for his heartbeat beneath her palm, and he hoped she couldn’t feel how it broke for her as he clasped his hand over hers and searched for ways to comfort her. “I told you, I’m a survivor. And apparently,” he smirked, “we’re even favored by the gods. So you’ve nothing to worry about anymore.”

Emma scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I mean it, Emma. Look at me.” He lifted her chin with the side of his finger, caressing her cheek when she met his gaze. “You’ve got me. And I, you. Here and now. This is real. We have each other.”

Killian gently rocked Emma at a soothing pace. As they sat like that in each other’s embrace, her head tucked under his chin as if she couldn’t get close enough to him, Killian quietly started to hum a song he’d used to calm himself for many years and hoped would help her now. He continued to press kisses and reassurances to her head as he repeated the tune—I’m here, I’m here, I’m here—until at last he felt her relaxing in his arms.

“Killian?”

“Hmm?”

“Could we try again?” Emma looked up at him, and he met her pleading eyes with his.

“Of course, if you’d like.” Hoisting her up before he stood, he spoke as he carried her, “But we’ll do it right. You deserve love, Emma. After everything, you deserve thoroughness, not a quick tryst on the sofa.” He set her on their bed, gently pushing her jacket off her shoulders and helping her remove it before toying with the hem of her sweater. “Let’s get this off you, love.” Sliding his hand and hook beneath it, he glided them up her sides and lifted the garment over her head, slipping it down and off her arms along with her bra. Then he started on his own clothes, setting his jacket aside next to hers before beginning to work on the buttons of his vest.

“Let me,” Emma said quietly, standing to help him remove his shirt. “You deserve love too, Killian. You’re the one who—” She trailed off, but he knew what she meant. “You deserve so much better than what you’ve been through.”

Once they were both fully bared, Emma reached up and pulled Killian into a deep kiss, tender and sloppy and desperate. He eagerly reciprocated as he backed her toward the bed, guiding her backward until the mattress was beneath her. Parting from her lips, he sank lower, trailing his mouth down her body until his knees hit the floor and his face aligned with his goal, her legs already spread for him in invitation.

“Are you sure, Emma? We could just rest if—”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Emma answered. “Please, Killian, I want you.”

“And I, you.”

Killian lightly stroked Emma’s inner thigh with the back of his hand as he kissed the other from her knee to the apex. Her muscles twitched beneath his touch, anxious and sensitive, but when his breath ghosted over her center as his mouth set to work just below her clit, Emma finally managed to relax a little.

“I’ve missed your taste,” he sighed against her wet flesh as his tongue coaxed forth her arousal. “I could happily live on nothing else.” Nudging her clit with his nose as he sucked and licked at her core, Killian enjoyed the small gasps Emma released. “Would you let me stay between your legs like this, Emma?”

“Mmm,” she moaned, “mmhmm.”

“I appreciate your hospitality, darling,” he chuckled. “Thank you.” As he tested her entrance, she easily opened for his tongue, arching her back as he thrust it inside her. His hand and hook held back her legs as they threatened to close of their own volition at the already overwhelming sensations he was giving her.

“Relax, love. I’m here,” he reassured her as his fingers slowly inched closer to his mouth’s ecstasy. Gliding one between her folds, he prodded and sucked until she welcomed the intrusion easily. “I’m here, Emma,” he soothed again. “Let me in, darling. Please.” He stretched her gently until a second finger could smoothly slip inside her with the first, curling them both with each thrust, and she panted as he hit the spot she needed most. “There’s a good girl.” Killian knew Emma loved that particular affirmation, evident in the way she canted her hips to grant him better access as more of her arousal leaked onto his fingers and chin. “That’s it, Emma.”

“Killian,” Emma gasped his name as he sucked her clit and flicked it mercilessly with his tongue. “Killian, please,” was all she could manage to say as her hands anchored in his hair. She held his face against her as she rode his fingers and sought his mouth.

“That’s it, darling,” Killian muttered against her slick flesh as he continued to lick and suck and tease. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He angled his head as her legs pressed against his cheeks, his scruff scraping her soft skin in the best way and leaving burning streaks of pink in its wake. “You’re so pretty when you come. Will you let me see it, please?”

A string of curses left Emma’s lips as Killian brought her over the edge, the sensation so blissfully overwhelming as her hips bucked and her legs fluttered until she slowly floated back down from her high, feeling relaxed at last.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” she panted. Tugging his hair, she urged him to climb up their bed above her and cradled his hips between her limply spread legs. “Thank you,” she sighed with a smile before pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Mmm,” Killian hummed, caressing down her side and tracing the crease of her thigh with his fingers before taking his cock in hand. “Are you ready for me, love?” he asked softly, rubbing her clit with the tip.

“Yes,” Emma answered, stroking the hair at the nape of Killian’s neck, her thumb settling just behind his ear. “Please, Killian, yes.”

He kissed her again as he gently pressed inside her with shallow thrusts until at last he filled her completely.

“So perfect, Emma,” Killian breathed as he slowly increased the depth and pace of his movements. “Do you feel how perfectly we fit together, darling?” He teasingly nipped at her bottom lip as her jaw fell slack with breathless moans, both of them too caught up in the absolute pleasure of each other to do much else. “You’re so warm and snug around my cock. Staying so nice and wet for me. We are meant to be together, Emma. Always.”

Emma wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind him as she pulled him into her arms. He hissed lightly as her fingernails dug into his back, a guttural groan interrupting the sound as the subtle pain merely spurred him on.

“Are you close?” she asked with a smile, her voice breaking as the force of his thrusts made the words catch in her throat. “I want you to come, Killian, just like this. Let me feel all of you. Please.”

“Gods, Emma,” he panted, snapping his hips with purpose. “Are you sure?”

“Mmhmm,” Emma nodded. “Yes, Killian.” She raked her nails down his back and cupped his ass in encouragement. “I—I felt so empty without you,” she practically whispered, tears beginning to well in her eyes as she fought the storm of emotions still raging within her. “Make me feel full, Killian.”

He thrust more frantically then, fluctuating between rapid pivots and deliberate slams as he followed his own urges.

“Will you come with me, Emma?” Desperation laced his voice as he asked the question, his fingers finding her clit in an effort to bring her with him.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, “but it’s okay. I just want to feel you, Killian. I need to feel you.”

He covered her body in kisses as he sought his release, pressing his lips over and over again to her jaw, her neck, her breasts, and trailing back up to her mouth as he felt the tension finally snap. He moaned her name against her lips as he granted her eager request, pouring his release inside her and pushing it deeper as it coated his pulsing cock. When he finally stilled, Killian rolled aside and collapsed next to Emma on their bed, thoroughly sated as he caught his breath. She turned to face him, touching her hand to his cheek and gently brushing her thumb over his skin.

“I love you, Emma Swan.” Killian tipped his head and placed a tender kiss on her palm. “I’m never going to leave your side again. I promise.” A tear escaped Emma’s eye as she met Killian’s genuine gaze.

“I love you too, Killian Jones.” Arching forward, Emma kissed him again, passionate and deep. “And you better not,” she joked, making them both laugh, something neither of them had been able to do in quite some time.

“We may never even leave this bed, love,” Killian smirked. “Not until I’ve made you come at least twice more, anyway. I’ve a reputation to maintain.”

“Oh, kidnapping the sheriff, are you?” Emma giggled, arching her brow as she returned to her back and raised her hands above her head, crossing her wrists. “Naughty Captain.”

“I never claimed to be anything else.” Killian sat up and straddled her stomach, reaching behind himself to touch her. “Now be a good little sheriff and follow my demands.”

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clockadile · 5 years

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“And there, half-obscured by a large crate and a row of the cannons, is what he assumes must be Emma. But there is nothing of the pretty young woman in this beast’s features. The eyes are a gleaming emerald, glowing out from the darkness, set against shimmery blonde fur. Though its wearing the same blue tunic as Emma had been, its seams stretched and bulging, that’s where the similarities end.

All traces of her are gone, and only a monster remains.” -Caught in Irons

I am proud to present my artistic contribution to the @csrolereversal. Thank you to my wonderful author @swanslieutenant. Caught in Irons came out absolutely amazing and I am very excited for you guys to share in how much she’s spoiled me.

Read it on AO3 and Tumblr Check out @cshalloweek for more spooks

#CSrolereversal #cshalloweek #cs fanart #captain swan #cs ff #ouat art #my arts #ouat fanart #watercolour #werewolves

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awkwardnessandbaseball · 5 years

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Today’s @cshalloweek theme is ghosts, and while I haven’t completed my ghost story yet (current goal: @cssns 2020!), I thought maybe making a mood board for it would help inspire me to write a bit of it during spooky season!

#cs halloweek #cshalloweek #captain swan halloweek #captain swan #captain swan moodboard #caitlin writes #or tries to

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tehgreeneyes · 7 years

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CS Halloweek » Oct 27th: Myths, Legends, and Fairytales » Cinderella AU

Young deckhand Killian Jones has spent most of his life serving on a ship of a ruthless captain Silver. He had dreams of becoming a lieutenant, and eventually a captain of his own ship. However, his dreams would have to wait, until his debt to Captain Silver was paid. Luckily, he befriended some of the more seasoned crew members, who wanted a better life for their young friend. The perfect occasion arrived in a form of an open invitation to all bachelors of the kingdom to attend a ball. Killian was not thrilled about it, but the thought of being somewhere else, even for a night seemed appealing enough. With the help of his fairy godmother, Killian was ready for the ball in no time. He danced the night away with none other than the princess Emma herself. However, the night had to end sometime and for him it was with the clock striking midnight. This meant the spell would be broken and he would return to his raggedy old self. So, he ran as fast as he could, not hearing the princess asking him to wait. What he did not expect was for the kingdom to go on high alert, looking for a young man who has captured the princess' heart. He was not the only one who has felt the connection the night of the ball it seems, for he has made an impression on the princess too. Needless to say, they were reunited and were excited to experience the happily ever after together.

#cs halloweek #cs graphic #Captain Swan #ouatgifs #my gifs #cs edit #captainswanAU #enchanted forest au #crossover au #cinderella au #cshalloweek #800 #au 800 #long post for ts #have some killian as cinderella :D #apologies for the long and crappy caption #craption?#yeah #another fairytale gifset coming later

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artistic-writer · 6 years

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Between Now and Nether :: Epilogue :: A CS AU [complete]

Title: Between Now and Nether by @artistic-writer [full res fanart]

Summary: On their way to a Nolan Charity Gala, tragedy befalls Emma and Killian who is given just seven days to set things right. Can he make Emma believe and escape the Nether before he is lost forever?

Rating: T+/M

AO3 Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] -[13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [Epilogue] Fanart Full Resolution: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15]- [16] - [17] - [Epilogue]

A/N: Here lies the final chapter of Between Now and Nether! I am actually crying as i post this, but that might be the hair dye (bye bye blue hair!). The journey with this fic as one of my only completed CS MC’s has been a fun one, with some many of you sending me comments of loveliness (and some not so much #sorrynotsorry). Behold - daddy!killian feels!

I would like to AGAIN thank @kmomof4 for betaing this entire project like a boss - mama K, I love you so much and at points, I have been glad for the ocean between us. Not that i feared for my life or anything ;) If any of you want, Krystal has this ability to describe a chapter in a single gif, so go ask her opinion before you read it :)

@hollyethecurious my wonderful friend, fellow January baby and kindred spirit when it comes to angst, whump and generally putting our beloved OTP through the ringer before their HE, I thank you. If it wasn’t for your muse and my muse sunning it up in far-off lands without us, this would have probably been finished before Christmas, but for all the time i faltered on details and needed a guiding opnion, you were there. You are my person and i would not hesitate to hide the bodies for you ;)

@resident-of-storybrooke thankyou for letting me watch you read a chapter live over webcam, even if you did tell me to ‘fuck myself’. I consider that kind of reaction a win win as an author, so yay! Here’s to fucking myself! *raises drink* And see, I told you, happy ending ;)

If you have requested a tag and have continued with this story, your name should be below - if it is not I am a terrible person and all i can do is apologise for losing you in the rabble, but know you are no less loved for seeing this through to the end! I read a post not that long ago, about fandom stats regarding people who read fics vs people who leave kudos and comments according to the target audience of the market at the time. In advertising, i believe the target is a 2% return in acknowledgment and you guys have made BNAN smash that, which a 4.8% return in views vs kudos! So, thank you all so much, i love you all!

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There was a time, when he had felt the warmth leave his body and had been trapped in the Nether, that Killian Jones had feared he might never see the moment Emma Swan had made him the happiest man in the world. When she had agreed to marry him, none the wiser for his recent week long absence and struggle to get back to her, he was overcome with tears of joy that had burned lines so deep into his face that he thought he might still feel them.

Emma had looked beautiful. Her dress, tailored by the famous seamstress Belle French, was a marvel, elegant enough to be refined by itself and not take a single glimpse of the bride’s beauty away from the awe inspired crowd. The gathering was small, with just them, the Nolan’s and some other close family friends, and Killian will never forget the look of surprise on Graham Humbert’s face when he asked him to be his best man. With a puzzled expression but a smile of pride Graham had accepted, none the wiser why Killian had even asked him.

How could he have not? If it hadn’t been for him, Killian might never have made it back to his family and for that, he would be forever, albeit secretively, grateful.

“Don’t worry,” Graham laughed, watching Killian pace the hospital hallway. The thick tread of his work boots squeaked against the polished tiled floor as he paced, his hand brushing some wayward strands of hair from his forehead.

“They said it would be soon,” Killian huffed, feeling himself halt when Graham laid his hand on his shoulder.

“These things take time,” Graham smiled, offering his friend a reassuring nod.

Killian's hands shook as he patted Graham’s with his own, mirroring his small, tight lipped smile with his weaker one. Graham has been more of a friend than Killian could have ever imagined since the academy days. Once Emma had taken her maternity leave, the rookie had been assigned to his charge, Graham’s gusto and resilience in the face of the Gold case not going unnoticed by the commissioner.

He trusted him with his life as a colleague, partner and more importantly a friend. It meant a lot that he was the voice of reason right now as Kilian was slowly wearing a track into the floor of the off white, fluorescently lit corridor. It had been his makeshift home for the last six hours, the steady buzz of overhead lighting and the mechanical beep of machines his only company when after thirty six hours of active labor, Emma had passed out and been rushed to surgery.

“It won’t be long, I promise,” Graham offered again. Killian let his weight fall back against the wall, the paintwork scuffed across the white at waist height from the inevitable collision with hospital equipment.

“It’s been over three hours since our last update,” Killian barked angrily.

“She’s strong,” Graham said firmly, his own voice quivering a little in his throat.

“She’s the strongest person we know,” Killian mumbled sadly, sliding down the wall until he was crumbled on the floor, head hanging between his knees. Killian felt Graham’s hand on the back of his head but he did not look up.

“Mr. Jones?” A small voice called from the nearby room he had recently been evicted from. The woman was small and much older than him and he instantly recognised her as Emma’s midwife.

“Emma?” He scrambled to his feet, clawing at Graham’s arms as he pulled his friend up to his feet.

“Emma is fine,” The midwife smiled sweetly, stepping from the room and closing the door softly behind her. Killian brushed his palms over his rumpled shirt, the clamminess seemingly stuck to his skin with the rush of adrenaline hearing the words had caused. Emma, his Emma, was fine.

“And the baby?” Graham interjected from behind Killian who gulped hard, looking between the two of them and finally resting his expectant gaze on the midwife. She paused, an eternal beat of time that Killian wished he could have sped up just like in the Om.

“A beautiful baby girl,” she grinned widely. “Healthy and perfect in every way.”

Killian almost jumped into Graham’s arms when the man spun him around and pulled him into a crushing hug. Hours of fatigue finally caught up with him and his defenses crumbled, the hot sting of tears pricking at the corner of Killian’s eyes and blurring his vision. He buried his face into Graham’s shoulder, soaking his shirt with tears as two manly thumps of congratulations echoed through his back and chest.

“I told you,” Graham smirked with relief. Killian pulled away from him and looked at his feet whilst he wiped at his tears, running his hand down his face and letting his stubble, that was edging on a full beard, absorb the salty droplets.

“Strongest person we know,” Killian smiled exuberantly and shook the hand Graham offered him.

Graham raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching sideways into a smirk. “You haven’t met your daughter yet,” he reminded Killian.

As if a sudden realisation had hit him, Killian turned back to the midwife, his heart pounding in his chest and his face turning white. He had known about his daughter for far longer than anyone else, but now he was suddenly terrified of the very notion of seeing her for the first time. Since the wedding, which had happened so quickly after his return from the Nether, Killian had devoted so much of his time to make sure that Emma and the baby had everything they could ever need. Emma was constantly telling him to stop fussing, but Killian had not, insisting on the very best for them.

Before Emma was too pregnant, they had decorated the nursery. A splash of blue colour on the wall opposite the window turned purple in the sunlight as it spilled through the sheer, pink drapes they had hung. The dark wood of the furniture contrasted with the plush, white carpet and was accented perfectly with the soft, pink linen that was tucked into the crib. They had decided that since she would most likely be their little princess, that she should be treated like one, so Mary Margaret, who as it turned out was a great artist, had painted a fairytale castle and part of an enchanted forest on one of the walls. David had insisted on as many Disney toys as possible, filling the nursery with a huge Dumbo plush, a smaller Sven (because she WOULD like Frozen) and a tiny mini set of plushies from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

“Would you like to meet her?” The midwife again shook Killian from his reverie and Graham nudged him in the back. “And I know Emma would love to see you.”

Killian nodded and when the midwife pushed the door open, he stepped through it almost silently. There was a soft yellow glow of light over Emma’s bed and she was sitting up with her arms crossed over her chest, the blankets tucked around her legs and a smile on her face. She looked exhausted, her alabaster face a stark contrast to the pink of her cheeks and the green of her eyes as she gazed upon their daughter in her arms.

“Hey, love,” Killian whispered as he stepped closer and his hand crept up to scratch behind his ear.

Emma looked up at him with the love only a parent can hold for their child plastered on her face, lighting up her eyes to an even more vibrant shade of emerald than before. She couldn’t hold back the tears as they fell, rolling over the apple of her cheeks silently and falling from her chin to the blanket below as she held out her hand for him.

They had no need for words as Killian gripped her fingers in his, letting her pull him towards her and immediately planting his lips to her brow. His other hand smoothed over the back of her head, holding it to his lips as he inhaled the medical scent of hospital from her hair and fought with the shake of his lips against her skin.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Killian sobbed, his emotional state already well and truly compromised before he had even laid eyes of his daughter. “Both of you.” Emma nudged her head harder against his face, loving the way his fingers tickled behind her ear and his lips ghosted over her temple.

“No chance,” Emma laughed, her voice watery in the back of her throat. She looked down at the tiny bundle in her arms and smiled harder. “We are not going anywhere.” Emma pulled her hand from Killian’s so that she could touch the tiny fingers of their daughter, the skin to skin contact something she had found so addictive already she thought she might never let her go.

“Oh, Emma, she’s so beautiful,” Killian grinned but was instantly taken by surprise when the boom of his voice made the tiny tot twitch in Emma’s arms. “She has your nose,” he whispered softly, cupping the pink baby bonnet covered head of his daughter in his gigantic palm.

“She has your ears,” Emma purred sweetly, tracing the outline of the baby’s elvish ears with the tip of her finger. The little girl scrunched up her face and balled her fist, grabbing the edge of the hospital issue blanket she was wrapped in before letting out a small, content sigh.

“Sorry about that, poppet,” Killian murmured at his daughter as he leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead. She was so small Killian thought he might break her, his hands shaking as he brushed his lips over her soft, warm scalp. “Daddy’s sorry.”

Emma caught his attention as he pulled away from the babe, clutching the side of his scruffy cheek and pulling his face to her mouth. She pressed her lips to his cheek, tiny prickles of stubble poking her lips and making them itch across her smile as she hummed against Killian’s face. “I like the sound of that.”

“Daddy?” Killian raised an eyebrow at her.

“It suits you,” Emma smiled at him, scooting sideways on the bed and inviting him to perch beside her with a pat on the starchy hospital blanket.

“Now it does, but what am I going to do when she is sixteen and hates me? I’m sure she will have a more colourful moniker for me then,” Killian laughed nervously, gazing back at his sleeping daughter. “She’s so perfect like this. Can’t she just stay this small and call me Daddy forever?” Killian reached out and touched the softness of the baby’s cheek, feeling his worries fade away when the side of her mouth curved up into a reflexive smile.

“I think she’ll always call you Daddy,” Emma told him softly, watching their daughter yawn in her arms.

“And what do we call this little mite?” Killian cooed at the baby. “We should give you a name, shouldn’t we?”

Emma pulled the baby closer to her chest when she started to wriggle in her arms, feeling the warmth of the tot through the material of the blanket she was wrapped in. “Something meaningful,” Emma beamed proudly. “Something that speaks volumes about who she is and what she means to us.”

Killian lifted his leg and finally perched on the edge of the bed, wrapping a big, strong arm around both Emma and the baby. His fingers traced lazy circles under the sleeve of Emma’s gown and goose bumps sprang up from her skin, begging for more of his touch. Emma was right, and she didn’t even know it. Killian was the only one with memories of his time in the Nether, even though things had adjusted somewhat in their favour since his return. Leroy was in prison and the threat from Gold was non-existent now that he was on his way to a supermax somewhere in the deserts of New Mexico.

The whole time he was away, Killian knew there was only one thing he knew, he needed to have, more than anything. One thing that he needed to make sure Emma felt, and continued to feel so that he could return home to them both. Without it, they would have drifted apart, Killian stuck without his family, and Emma in a forever state of sorrow. Hope is what kept them strong and what held them together.

“Hope,” Killian whispered lovingly, resting the side of his head of Emma’s. “Hope Jones.”

The second they were home with their brand new bundle of joy, Emma and Killian were invaded by the Nolans. David and Mary Margaret had children of their own, but it seemed that when somebody else had one, Mary Margaret was set into an instant state of brooding that gave David a worried look on his face. Killian couldn’t help but chuckle as David had held Hope in his arms, the smile of pride quickly turning into one of panic the second Mary Margaret had mentioned another.

Emma was feeling a little better. Sore, but better. She had spent an extra week inside of the hospital because of some slight complications following her surgery, but the doctors were now confident she would be okay at home. It probably had something to do with the incessant way Killian fussed over her whilst she was in the ward, but he didn’t care if they thought he was overbearing in the slightest. If they had any idea what he had gone through to get back to them both, they might have understood.

Even Captain Lucas had visited them both, bringing with her a little stuffed wolf cub toy for Hope and a fruit basket from the entire precinct for Emma. There was something about work that always lit up Emma’s face, and she was excited to see all of her colleagues, especially Graham who she had wanted to thank for being there with Killian at the hospital for so long. Things had returned to how they used to be, all three of them spending more time together socially and getting on without the animosity there once was. Killian felt like Emma had her old friend back, he had made a new one with someone he had no idea had so much in common with himself, and he was an invaluable crutch during the end of Emma’s pregnancy.

As he waved goodbye to another set of visitors and pushed the front door closed with a soft click, Killian breathed a hefty sigh. If having a child wasn’t tiring enough, constantly catering to the whim of guest after guest would be the end of him. Or so he thought, until he ascended the stairs on muffled footsteps, entered the nursery and saw the love of his life gently swaying with his daughter in her arms.

“Alright, love?” He called softly as he entered the recently decorated room. The faintest smell of paint lingered in the air, but it would soon fade and be replaced by the sweetness of baby products. “You look tired.”

“I’m exhausted,” Emma laughed a little, offering him Hope as a tiny, swaddled bundle of fleshy softness. The tot was wrapped tightly in the hospital blankets she came home in (Mary Margaret had sworn by its swaddling ability) with a pink cotton cap covering her delicate head. She was soundly asleep and didn’t even move as they transferred her between them.

“I still cannot believe we have a child,” Killian smiled, looking down at Hope in awe.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Emma fawned, watching her husband gently rock the baby in his powerful arms. Sliding her phone out of her back pocket, Emma swiped the camera open and let the lens focus on the scene before her. It was magical and maybe it was the hormones, but her eyes welled up with fat tears of pride as Emma clicked the button on the side of her phone, and the shutter sound signaled she had taken a photograph.

“She’s perfect,” Killian said softly, looking away from the babe for a second when Emma prompted him for a photo. “Our little poppet.”

Having a baby was nothing like Killian had imagined. The books could only prepare you for so much, and they most certainly did not take stock of the number of time you would wake up each night and deprived of sleep, inadvertently stick your finger into the side of a soiled diaper, or how utterly removed from society you would feel. If Killian was honest with himself, having a baby was very similar to being in the Om; Time moved so quickly it was gone before you even realised you had it to spare, and there was a constant urgency associated with being apart from Hope for too long.

Killian felt like he needed to be close to her at all times, not miss a single second, and sometimes even that was not enough. He wanted to watch her breathe, focus his entire energy on making sure that the tiny thumping of her heartbeat was normal and just as perfect as he had imagined. Which was why, at three-thirty in the morning every night since she had come home, he had crept into her nursery in anticipation of the inevitable wails that followed, just so he could hold her and let Emma sleep uninterrupted.

“There, there, poppet,” Killian cooed almost silently. He padded into the nursery barefoot, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips and his bare chest that was covered in a layer of almost black hairs on full display. He kept the lights off except for a nearby plug in bulb that emitted a soft, pink hued glow around the nursery that was never too bright but just enough to chase away the shadows.

Reaching the dark wood of the crib that he and David had painstakingly erected mere weeks before Hope’s arrival, Killian leaned over to rest his flattened palm to his daughter's chest. The tiny beat of her super fast heart pounded against his fingertips and as if by magic, she ceased her fussing and sighed heavily, the screwed up expression she always wore before crying disappearing instantly. Killian let his hand rest there for a full minute, just taking in the tiny creation before him.

Emma had been right. Hope had his ears, a smaller, pinker variation, but still undoubtedly curved at the bottom and tapering into an Elfish point. Along the outside of the shell was a fine dusting of black hair, something that the midwife had assured them she would grow out of, but Killian found endearing and unable to resist, often stroking them softly as she slept or nursed.

Hope’s hair was as black as night against the paleness of her skin, her tiny transparent eyelids hiding the ocean blue-green eyes that were the perfect mixture of both of her parents. They had been told they might change, but Killian felt confident that even with his dark hair, Hope had inherited everything else about her mother and her eyes would be just as beautiful as Emma’s and retain their emerald glow. She had a flush to her chubby cheeks, another of Emma’s traits, and a button nose that squeaked and snuffled with her quickened breathing. Even in the faint, cherise colouring that cast itself all around her, Hope was a vision of light, everything Killian had imagined she would be and more. She was perfect.

Killian leaned over the crib and scooped his hand under her soft skull, letting her head flop back into his palm like a warm pillow. At first, he had been worried about holding her, scared that he would somehow injure her with his strength, but he was starting to realise that babies were more robust than he had imagined and with his second hand under her diaper clad behind, Killian lifted her from the crib.

With a tiny whimper, Hope shifted in his hands. Just like her mother, she hated to be disturbed a moment sooner than she needed to be, and it made Killian smile at the thought. “Come now, my little poppet,” Killian soothed gently, holding her against his chest and slowly swaying a little from side to side. “There’s no need for that now.” Hope stiffened only slightly as Killian moved to a nearby rocking chair that faced out of the window, the square, padded cushion on the seat pink to match the rest of Hope’s room.

When he sat down, lowering himself so slowly the muscles in his legs tensed to hold him up, Hope relaxed against his chest, her face turned sideways with the steady beat of his heart under her ear like the rhythmic beat of a lullaby. Killian folded his arm over his chest, pining Hope’s tiny legs to his chest and supported her back with his other hand. Hope settled instantly, pinching a bunch of his chest hair in her fingers.

“That’s better isn’t it, my love,” Killian whispered. “Daddy’s got you.”

Hope let out a tiny wail, the sound catching in the back of her throat as she shifted her face against the coarse hair on Killian’s chest. Killian began to hum a lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he was a young boy, the words long forgotten but the melody as clear as day in his mind. He remembered it was an old sea shanty that his grandfather used to sing to her, the calming tune like the song of a siren to children. With a squeak Hope relaxed again, Killian’s hand moving slowly over the curve of her back and his chest vibrating with a low hum that seemed to calm her agitation. She would be due a feeding soon, but until absolutely necessary, Killian would leave Emma as long as he could.

“I know you will not remember this,” he began, inhaling the sweet scent of her in his arms. She smelled of baby powder and soap and Killian knew that once she aged a little he would miss it instantly. “But Daddy fought very hard to come home to you.” Hope let out another small squeal, her tongue clicking the roof of her mouth as she tried to suck an invisible teat. “Yes, I did,” Killian cooed as if he was answering a question she had posed and before he knew it a single tiny tear of happiness had rolled from his eyelid. “You made it so that your mother and I could talk between planes of existence, and even though you will never know what that means, you will always be the thing that gave me the tenacity to fight my way home.”

The tot wailed louder in Killian’s arms and he clutched her to his chest as he stood to his feet. “You are my light, poppet. You guided me through the darkness and back to the two people that I love most in this world.” Killian padded silently out of the room and down the hall towards their bedroom. Pausing outside of the door, he shifted Hope in his arms until she was laying on her back in the crook of his elbow, her legs instinctively lifting towards her chest and her arms stiffening, outstretched for the comforting curve of her mother’s breasts that meant food.

Killian wouldn’t mind the crying. He wouldn’t mind the sleepless nights and he wouldn’t mind the inevitable troubled teens that were sure to follow with a child who was the product of two parents who would fight, with everything they had, for what they loved and believed in. With a final, loving smile, Killian leaned forward and pressed his lips to Hope’s forehead. “You will never realise why I love you so dearly but it is because you gave me something, in name and in spirit, that kept me going. You gave me hope.”

#between now and nether #epilogue #its over #i am so sad #cs ff #cs au ff #cs fanfic #cs halloweek #cshalloweek #complete #artistic-writer

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museelo · 7 years

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Captain Swan Halloweek - Day 7: Spirits and Traditions → Pumpkin carving ↳ Emma and Killian as contestants in the Halloween Wars show

#captain swan #cs graphic #cs halloweek #emmaswanedit #hookedit #once upon a time #emma swan #captain hook #cshalloweek #my cs au #reality shows #mine2 #alright i'm really satisfied with this #so i might reblog it several times #sorry in advance

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allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 · 7 years

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CS Halloweek - Day 2: Seasonal

Pitter patter, the rain falling down A little glamor, sun coming ‘round Take a walk when autumn comes to town (x)

#cs halloweek #cshalloweek #captain swan #autumn #aesthetics #my aesthetics #kayla's aesthetics #cs aesthetic #van morrison #autumn song #queueby dooby doo

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iverna · 3 years

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Is anyone up for Halloweek this year?

I’m just trying to gauge interest, before I start trying to plan anything!

For anyone confused: @cshalloweek is a week dedicated to Halloween-themed Captain Swan content, running in the last week of October. We usually have a specific theme for each day, but you’re welcome to do your own thing, too. Fic, gifs, edits, art, anything goes. There’s no signups, and not really any rules. If you use a theme, you post on the day for that theme, and it’ll be reblogged to the Halloweek blog. That’s really it!

So yeah, please let me know if you’d be interested!

#captain swan #cs crew #cs halloweek

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zaharadessert · 2 years

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The Halloween Gambit (2/7)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Whump

Length: 7 Chapters, about 12k in total?

Summary: Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don't turn out as her captors expect.

Notes: Title and Chapter Titles are all chess moves. I have no idea what they are, I just liked the names. Huge thanks to @kmomof4 for betaing, and a massive thank you for the cshalloweek2022 prompts @cshalloweek! The interpretations of these prompts is so loose, but I hope you all enjoy!

Tagging: @jrob64 @xhookswenchx @kmomof4 @wefoundloveunderthelight @superchocovian @lfh1226-linda @teamhook @jonesfandomfanatic @tiganasummertree @onceratheart18 @snowbellewells @karlyfr13s @itsfabianadocarmo @ouatpost @ultraluckycatnd @winterbaby89 @thepirateandhisson @xarandomdreamx @xsajx @captainswan21 @spaceconveyor @pirateprincessofpizza @sparlecorn93 @hollyethecurious @ammelia

As always, let me know if you’d like me to add you to my taglist for future fics :) Sorry to those of you for whom the tags don’t seem to be working...

From the Beginning on AO3

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26th October

Potions / purple

cook | lust | “The things we do for love” | cursed

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With coffers full of gold, Captain Hook stood proudly at the helm of his beloved ship. The ship that had once been captained by his brother before his death and Killian’s defection from the Royal Navy.

Up until recently, the Jolly Roger was the only thing that really mattered to him, other than his revenge. His revenge would not see him lose his ship, not when it had been the home he and Milah had shared, the home he had dreamed of making a life for them in.

Only, he had not expected to meet Emma.

Had not expected that landing in a different port would have opened up quite so many opportunities, but the bright eyes and enticing figure of the bar wench had made his mouth go dry in a way he hadn’t experienced in years. He’d asked her to join him, and before he knew it, an entire evening had flown by in her company that had involved less rum than normal but his mind had quieted as though he’d had twice as much.

She self-professed to be nothing special, but Killian had dismissed that without question and had done his best to show her that even if it was just for one night, she meant everything to him. But in the last few months, Killian had found himself drawn back to the same port more often than he wanted to admit, and she was the reason. She was just so vibrant and vital despite the humble situation she’d found herself in. The shadow of abandonment in her eyes called out to him in a way he’d never expected and had him returning to her side as often as he could, just to see the spark of joy in them when he walked through the tavern door.

It had taken him a night or two to confess his true profession, but she’d simply smiled and assured him she’d always known what she was getting into. Assured him that his ongoing interest was reciprocated, and that it was offering her some amount of protection from unwanted advances, even in his absence.

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Continued on AO3

#cshalloweek #cs ff #Captain Swan #ZaharaDessert writes #apparently I art too #captain hook #emma swan #captain/wench

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jrob64 · 3 years

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His Fearless Swan - a CS AU

For @cshalloweek - Day 5 Monsters/red: under a spell, mystery, “I’m not going anywhere”, bloodcurdling

Summary: Killian Jones has been in love with his best friend Emma Swan for years; the trouble is, she’s not even aware of his feelings. Deciding he’s pined for her long enough, he comes up with a plan that will hopefully have her seeking the protective comfort of his embrace, but he’s forgotten one thing - his Swan is fearless.

Thank you to @cshalloweek for having this event. This story was inspired by the day 5 prompts, but is sweet, not scary.

Thanks also to my beta @hookedmom who agreed to be onboard with me for yet another story. I’m certainly glad she keeps saying yes because I’d be lost without her!

Rating: M

Words: 6039

Also posted to Ao3 and ffn

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This wasn’t going to plan at all.

Killian Jones scrubbed his hand through his hair in frustration as Emma Swan, his best friend and the love of his life - a fact of which she was completely unaware - laughed loudly at yet another scene that was supposed to be terrifying.

He had invited her over to his apartment to watch a horror movie which, according to the reviews, was ‘guaranteed to cause heart palpitations, nightmares and ear-splitting screams of fright’, in hopes of her being so fearful she would seek the comfort of his embrace.

But she was laughing. Hysterically. Sitting as far away from him as possible on his dilapidated couch, she was nearly doubled over and wiping tears from her eyes.

He should have known. He should have remembered that nothing scared Emma Swan.

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The first day he set eyes on her, he was sitting in British Literature in the Fall of his junior year of high school. The teacher was droning on about the latest novel they were assigned to read, when Killian looked up to see an angel enter the room. She wore black skinny jeans tucked into battered combat boots, a red top which was short enough to allow a teasing glimpse of her stomach, and a faded jeans jacket which had definitely seen better days. Her golden tresses fell in riotous waves around her shoulders, and her green eyes glittered with defiance.

Killian was smitten at first sight.

The teacher took the note the new girl handed her, read it and turned to the class. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is…”

“Don’t announce me,” the girl growled, before moving stealthily down the aisle to slide into the seat beside him.

The teacher glared at her for a few seconds before continuing, “Very well, Miss Swan, we’ll carry on then. Please prepare to take notes since this information will be included on the upcoming test.”

Swan, Killian thought. What an absolutely appropriate name.

The girl stared back at the teacher with a bored expression and popped her gum loudly. Killian realized that, even if she felt inclined to take notes, she had nothing with her to do so. She’d walked into the room completely empty-handed except for the note she passed on to Ms. Hart .

Quickly, he tore a few sheets of paper from his notebook and scrambled to retrieve an extra pen from the bookbag on the floor beside his feet. When he offered them to her, she turned haughty eyes on him, refusing to take them from his hands.

He faltered for several seconds, then pushed them toward her again. “You really should take notes. Her tests are killer,” he said quietly.

She popped her gum again. “I. Don’t. Care.”

He struggled to pay attention to what the teacher was saying for the rest of class, sneaking glances at the blonde girl sitting beside him who was intently studying her fingernails and giving her gum a workout.

When the tone sounded for the end of the period, Killian hurriedly shoved his notebook into his backpack and trailed after the girl, who was quick to leave her seat and exit the room. He caught up with her a few steps outside the classroom door, as she pushed her way through the crowded hallway.

“Hey! What’s your next class?” he asked breathlessly.

She came to a stop and gave him another appraising look. Just when he thought she would brush him off again, she reached into the inside pocket of her jeans jacket and took out a folded sheet of paper. Flicking her eyes over it, she answered, “Chemistry.”

“That’s where I’m headed, too. Follow me, I’ll take you there.”

She shrugged. “Okay.”

He began leading the way, grinning as she fell into step beside him. “I’m Killian Jones, by the way.”

“Emma Swan.”

“It’s very nice to meet you, Emma.”

“Why are you taking Brit Lit?”

“Pardon me?”

“You’re British, right? Shouldn’t you be the one teaching the class? I’m sure you’d do better than What’s-her-name. She’s as dry as the Sahara.”

Killian chuckled and scratched behind his ear. “I haven’t lived in England for several years. I just haven’t shed the accent.”

“I’m sure the girls are all falling at your feet with an accent like that.”

He scoffed at her statement. “Hardly.”

They reached the Chemistry lab and he was pleased to see her choose the stool beside him. His concentration wasn’t any better during that class, or for the rest of the day. They had two more classes together and she joined him at his table for lunch, sitting amongst the rest of the kids who didn’t belong to any groups or cliques which segregated the student body.

When the school day ended, they proceeded down the front steps together. “Did you drive to school?” he asked.

“Hell, no. I can barely afford to pay attention, let alone buy a car. How about you?”

“Oh, uh, I live just a few blocks down this way,” he explained, pointing off to his right. “Which direction is your home?”

“It’s over that way,” she said, gesturing vaguely. “I wouldn’t call it my home, though. It’s just another stop in the ongoing saga of ‘where’s Emma Swan going to live next’?”

“Your family moves a lot?”

“My family,” she spat, “is non-existent. “I’ve been a foster kid from the day I was born.”

“I’m an orphan, too. My mum died when I was seven years old. My father moved us to Storybrooke six years ago with the promise of a job on a fishing boat, but he was washed overboard in the middle of a storm just a couple of weeks after he started working, and was never found. Sarah Fisher took in my brother Liam and me, until he was old enough to get a proper job and become my legal guardian.”

“That’s who I’m living with - Sarah. She seems okay.”

“She is. She was strict, but she really cared about us. One time a kid accused me of stealing his jacket and I was suspended from school. Once she found out I didn’t do it, she went to the principal to defend me. I was sitting right outside his office and could hear her letting him have it about how I was an honest boy and just because I was a foster kid didn’t mean I was a thief. He took my suspension away and the next day, the kid admitted that he’d lost his jacket and didn’t want his parents to be mad at him.”

“Most foster parents I’ve lived with wouldn’t bother to stand up for me like that.”

“Well, Sarah will, as long as you prove to her that you’re trustworthy.”

“Good to know.”

“So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got nothing better to do than come to school,” she smirked.

He grinned in return. “Have a good evening, Emma.”

“You, too.”

He turned to begin walking down the sidewalk, then heard her yell, “Hey, Killian?”

“Aye?” he asked, pivoting around to face her again.

“Thanks for, uh, talking to me and, you know, showing me around and everything,” she stammered.

“It was my pleasure, Swan.”

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After that first day, they were nearly inseparable. Emma continued to be a bit defiant with her teachers and most of the other students; but when she was with Killian, she let her guard down, and he was privileged to see the sweet, funny, endearingly sarcastic side of her.

She never took notes in class and still managed to ace almost all of her tests and exams. Once she heard something, it seemed to be embedded in her brain for good. The only subject which caused her problems was Calculus, and since he was excellent with numbers, he helped her through it.

They understood each other in every way that mattered, and everyone soon thought of them as a package deal. Wherever you found Emma, Killian wasn’t far behind and vice versa. He continued to be completely enamored with her, but never revealed his feelings for fear he would lose the first real friend he ever had.

When they moved to America, Liam was sixteen, broad-shouldered and outgoing, and soon found acceptance on athletic fields and courts. Killian, on the other hand, was only eleven years old; gangly, shy, morose and bookish. He wasn’t exactly bullied, but he never had what he would call actual friends. He kept to himself, trying to fade into the background as much as possible, while Liam thrived in the limelight. After graduating high school, Liam opted not to go to college, feeling the need to get a full-time job at the Storybrooke harbor so he could continue to provide a home for his younger brother.

As graduation neared for Killian, Liam insisted he continue his education to pursue his dream of being a mechanical engineer. Killian was accepted into five different universities, but he only considered going to one.

The one Emma planned to attend.

Liam wasn’t thrilled with the decision; he wanted his brother to expand his horizons and make other friends besides the girl who had Killian so starry-eyed, but never seemed to want to take their relationship to another level.

Killian stood his ground, and in the end, the two friends set off to a campus three hours from Storybrooke, living in the same dorm and carrying on their friendship. Their freshman year went by quickly as they adjusted to being independent and balancing their social life with their demanding classes.

At one point, Emma went out on a couple of dates with a guy she met in her Sociology class and Killian was heartbroken. He considered expressing his hidden feelings to her, but almost as soon as she started dating Walsh, she broke it off, calling him a jerk for telling his buddies she was an easy lay, when they hadn’t done anything more than make out for a few minutes.

They returned home for the summer, both of them working to save money for their second year; Emma as a waitress at Granny’s and a summer camp counselor, Killian doing maintenance work at the docks under Liam, who was now the harbor master.

The next semester saw Killian living in an apartment off campus, while Emma took on the job of being a Resident Advisor in one of the dorms, earning her a much-reduced room and board fee. They hung out as much as possible during their busy weeks, setting up study sessions at the library and meeting at the student union for lunch a few times.

When Emma was off-duty on the weekends, she was nearly always at Killian’s place, eating his food and enjoying the streaming services for which he and his roommates Robin, Will and Phillip splurged.

Killian grew increasingly frustrated that, despite his growth and maturity in the three years since meeting him, Emma never saw him as anything more than the awkward kid who was her first true friend. Gone was the skinny, insecure, bespectacled teenager - he used some of his graduation money to purchase contacts, grew three inches and gained thirty pounds of muscle during his first year of college - but she never even seemed to notice.

Killian finally decided that enough was enough, which was why he came up with a plan late in October of their sophomore year. His roommates were all going to be gone for the weekend and HBOMax was featuring a full menu of horror movies. He figured all he had to do was get her alone, watch a terrifying movie with her, and open his arms to allow her to bury her face in his chest. That would lead to kisses of comfort, and possibly more…

But she was far from seeking comfort in his arms as she hung over the end of the couch, laughing loudly as another bloodcurdling scream came through the sound system.

“Swan,” he grumbled through gritted teeth, “this isn’t supposed to be a bloody comedy!”

“It’s not a bloody anything! The ‘blood’ is so fake, it looks like strawberry jello,” she replied, framing ‘blood’ with air quotes.

“Don’t you find any of it even remotely frightening?”

“Yeah,” she responded, wiping more tears of laughter from her cheeks, “I find the fact that anyone would consider this to be a horror movie extremely scary. It’s so cheesy!”

Killian sighed, pulled the remote from the crevice of the couch cushions and pointed it at the television, turning it off.

“Why did you do that? I was enjoying it!”

“You just said it was cheesy!”

“It might be cheesy, but it was providing me with a good laugh, which I really need after the week I had. A full moon during the week of Halloween apparently causes college Freshmen to lose their damn minds!”

Killian pushed to his feet and tossed her the remote. “Fine, turn it back on and laugh yourself sick. I’m going to bed.”

“Hey, what’s your problem, Jones?” she asked, anger lacing her words. “I thought we were gonna have a fun night together, just like always.”

He stopped in his tracks, but didn’t turn around. “That’s the problem,” he muttered, “it’s just like always.”

“I thought you liked our movie nights.”

“I do, but…” He bit his lip and closed his eyes, wondering if he should finish the sentence.

“But what?” she prodded, rising from the sofa and stepping behind him.

Turning to face her, he said, “But it’s not enough anymore, Emma.”

She paled and he thought he detected a slight tremble of her bottom lip. “What do you mean by that? Don’t…don’t you want to hang out with me anymore?”

He finally had all he could take. Inhaling deeply, he moved within a breath of her, framed her face with his hands, and pulled her toward him to press his lips against hers.

For a few seconds, he felt her melt into the kiss, her lips soft and supple as she responded. Then suddenly, she pushed him away, staring at him with wide eyes; and that’s when Killian saw something in her expression he’d never seen before.

Fear.

Emma Swan was afraid.

“Wha-what are you doing?” she gasped.

“Something I’ve wanted to do for over three years.”

“You can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ve lost everyone in my life. I…I can’t lose you, too.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Emma.”

“You say that now, but…”

“Haven’t I been with you through thick and thin? Why would that change if we…if we were more than just friends?”

“Is that really what you want?” she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion.

“It’s what I’ve wanted since the first moment I saw you.” His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat, but he kept his eyes locked on hers. “I think I fell in love with you as soon as you mouthed off to Ms. Hart that day, and my feelings have done nothing but get stronger in the last three years.”

“You love me?” she squeaked. “I mean…really love me?”

He nodded slowly, then raised his hands to cradle her face, brushing his thumbs across her cheeks. “Don’t you know, Emma? It’s you, and it will always be you.”

“But what if..”

“Always, Emma. Always.”

Her eyes searched his face for any hint of a lie, something she could detect easily. Finding none, some of the tension left her body, and yet she still hesitated.

Killian pressed on. “I’ve told you where I stand, Swan; it’s your turn to tell me what you want. I promise that no matter what it is, I won’t leave you. I’d rather have you as a friend, than not have you in my life at all.”

He watched as a gamut of emotions played over her face, and saw the exact moment when she was finally ready to give in. “I want…I want to stop denying my feelings for you, too. I want the final bricks of the wall around my heart to be broken down completely. And I want…”

Killian waited with bated breath as she furrowed her brow, clearly trying to figure out how to finish the sentence. “Want what, Love?” he quietly prompted.

“I want you to know that I love you, too.”

“Yeah?” he whispered, barely daring to hope.

“Yeah,” she said, the surety in her voice setting his mind at ease.

A grin slowly stretched across his face, then he surged forward to capture her lips. This time, there was no hesitancy in the kiss; only passion and fire as they sought to express the feelings they had both repressed for so long. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed, hands roamed, moans worked their way up from their throats. The kiss was everything they wanted and not quite what they needed all at the same time.

“K-Killian?” she gasped.

“Mmhmm,” he uttered, still trying to devour her.

“Do you have…protection?”

He separated their lips at last, panting for breath as his eyes searched hers. “No, but I’m sure Will does.”

“Can you find some?”

“Are you sure, Emma?”

“I…I think so? I just, I haven’t ever…you know.”

“Neither have I.”

“Really?”

“Who would I have done it with? I’ve been in love with you for years and I didn’t want to go to bed with someone just to say I wasn’t a virgin anymore.”

“That’s how I felt, too.”

“I have another confession to make,” he ventured, figuring he might as well throw all his hats into the ring. “I’ve never even French kissed a girl before. The only other girl I ever kissed was Ariel during that school play we performed. I’m sorry if my kisses…if they’re…”

She placed her index finger over his lips. “They’re perfect. I could easily kiss you for the rest of the night, if there wasn’t another first that I want to experience with you.”

He leaned his forehead against hers. “I want that, too. God, Emma, I want that so much.”

“Check Will’s room and I’ll meet you in yours.”

He nodded and kissed the tip of her nose, before peeling away to hurry upstairs.

Emma quickly locked the front door and ran up the steps two at a time, dashing into the bathroom to pee and check herself in the mirror, before going into his room across the hall. She pulled off her hoodie and tossed it on the floor, then sat down on his twin bed and jiggled her leg nervously as she waited for him.

It was only a couple of minutes before he joined her, triumphantly waving a long strip of condoms. “Jackpot!” he crowed.

“Thank God Will is promiscuous,” Emma snorted.

Killian laughed and sat down beside her, shoving the condoms under his pillow. “So, um, are you…ready?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I’m, uh, kinda nervous.”

“So am I, but that’s probably normal, don’t you think?”

“Aye.” He started rubbing at the spot behind his ear which always garnered his attention when he was anxious.

“Why don’t we…lay down?” she asked timidly.

“Okay.”

They stretched their bodies out on the narrow bed, fully clothed and facing each other, and she reached up to brush her fingers along his jaw. “You didn’t shave today.”

“I’ve been working on a project and haven’t taken the time to do it for a couple of days.” Starting to sit up, he said, “I can go…”

“No, don’t. I like it. It’s very sexy.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.” Her lips followed the trail her fingers had blazed. “I might have chapped lips tomorrow, but it will be worth it!”

Killian grinned, and wrapped her in his arms to pull her against him. He initiated more kisses, which grew increasingly more fiery and frantic, then began fumbling with the hem of her T-shirt, trying to pull it up her body.

“H-hold on,” she mumbled. “Let me just…” Untangling her arms from around him, she sat up slightly and yanked on the shirt, briefly becoming trapped in it as it got caught in her hair, before finally succeeding in getting it over her head.

Killian’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store when he saw her lace-covered breasts, heaving with exertion after the passionate kisses and the battle with her shirt. He licked his lips and tentatively raised his fingers to touch them, stopping just short and looking up at her. “May I?”

“They’re all yours,” she smirked. “Do you know how to work a bra?”

His cheeks reddened. “Elsa’s are in the laundry sometimes,” he admitted, referring to Liam’s girlfriend, “and I...I’ve practiced with them a time or two.”

“Of course you have,” she giggled. “Well, why don’t you see if the practice pays off?”

Licking his lips again, he directed his attention back down to her chest, dipping his fingers into the valley of her cleavage, then using them to trace the edges of her bra around to the fastenings at the back. Despite his hands shaking nervously, it only took him a couple of attempts to undo the hooks.

“Ta-dah!” he celebrated.

“Yeah, nice trick, Magic Mike,” she commented dryly, shrugging out of the undergarment and tossing it behind her, while his jaw slackened in awe of the perfection in front of him. Seeing the hunger in his eyes, she urged him to roll over on his back, and shifted until she was hovering over him, surrounding him with a curtain of her thick, blonde hair.

He eagerly reached for her breasts, cupping them in his hands and rubbing both thumbs across the hardening nipples. The sensations he created caused her to close her eyes and moan, exciting him further and inspiring him to experiment with sucking a nipple into his mouth.

She threw her head back, moaning louder, and her arms, which were supporting her, began to shake. His hand squeezed and fondled her other breast, while he sucked harder, only pulling away to ask, “How does that feel, Love?”

“Amazingggg,” she groaned. “Fucking amazing!”

Grinning, he returned to his task, sucking several purplish marks into the soft skin surrounding her areola. Seeing those small bruises on her breast sent a rush of possessiveness through him that he couldn’t really explain, and he felt his cock swell further at the thought of her being his completely.

“Killian,” Emma gasped, pulling him from his musings. “You’re gonna make me come just from doing that!”

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked innocently.

“Hell no! I just…I never knew…you had…such a talented mouth!” she managed to say.

Wanting to reverse their positions, he rolled them over and…

Landed right on top of her on the floor.

“Ow!” she exclaimed, reaching up to rub the back of her head.

“Sorry, Swan!” he immediately apologized. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she assured him, then burst out laughing. “Real smooth, Casanova!” she teased, watching the tips of his ears turn red.

“Bloody hell! Talk about ruining the moment!” he cursed, scrambling to move his body weight off of her.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” she soothed as she sat up. “You just provided some comic relief.”

“When you remember this night, can you conveniently forget that part?”

“Not a chance!�� She stood and tugged on his arm to help him to his feet. “While we’re up, we might as well get rid of the rest of these clothes.”

“O-okay. Do you want to…or should I…”

She put her hand on his chest. “Promise me something, Killian”

“Anything.”

“Promise not to be ashamed of showing me your body. I know how self-conscious you are and I don’t want you to hold back or be inhibited in any way. I love everything about you, including your body.”

“I’ll try my best as long as you help me. You’ve always been the fearless one, Swan.”

She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, quickly sliding it up his body. He accommodated her by raising his arms so she could easily finish removing it.

Her eyes widened as she took in the glorious whorls of hair covering his chest. “Why the hell have you been keeping this covered? You don’t even take your shirt off at the beach!”

His fingers found their way behind his ear again. “It’s embarrassing to have so much hair.”

“Are you kidding me?” she sputtered, tenderly stroking her fingers through the soft strands. “Do you know what some guys would give to have perfect chest hair like this?”

“Well, some guys used to poke fun at me for it when I was in eighth grade.”

“That’s called jealousy, Kil. You’re not allowed to hide it from me anymore, because I love it!”

“Duly noted.”

Her fingers continued exploring his chest, circling his nipples and scratching across his abs, while her tongue found its way to the hollow of his throat and collarbone. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself under control, but after a few more moments, he growled and grabbed her hands, raising a warning eyebrow at her.

She smirked at him, then he dropped her hands and reached forward to pop the button on her jeans and pull the zipper down. As soon as they were loosened, she shimmied them down her legs, leaving her in only a lacy pair of panties.

He swallowed hard, looking at the tiny triangle of material covering her most intimate area.

“Your turn,” she said, reaching to unbuckle his belt and remove it.

“Um, okay,” he replied nervously. Taking a deep breath, he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down all in one motion. It reminded Emma of trying to remove a bandaid quickly so it caused a minimum of pain.

His boxer briefs sported a sizable bulge and he started to bring his hands up to cover it.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she admonished. “You promised.”

He dropped his arms, holding them awkwardly at his sides.

“Can I take them off of you?” she asked, gesturing toward his underwear.

“Uh, I…I guess?”

She looked up at him through her lashes and licked her lips, then hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled them out and over the tip of his cock. Dropping to her knees, she finished dragging them down his legs, her eyes widening at the sight of his rigid cock right in front of her.

Without hesitation, she slid her hands back up his legs and wrapped them around his sizable member. As Killian held his breath, she slowly ran her hands up and down the smooth, velvety skin, causing it to slide and shift.

“I’ve never seen a guy’s cock in person,” she commented, still concentrating on the stroking she was doing. “Are they always this big?”

“I…I don’t know. I’ve never…compared…bloody hell, Emma!”

“What?” She peeked up at him with a look of innocence on her face.

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna make me come before we even get to the…the act.”

“The act? You’re calling it the act?”

“What else am I supposed to call it?”

“Making love, having sex, anything but ‘the act’!”

“Maybe I’m not ready for this,” he groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his head back.

“Oh, I’d say by the looks of this,” she said, giving his cock another stroke, “you’re more than ready.”

“Can you please stop doing that? I really want to make love to you.”

“I thought guys liked having their cocks stroked.”

“We do, but not if it makes us shoot our wad too soon.”

She giggled as she pushed herself back to her feet. “Shoot your wad,” she snickered. “What a weird way to put it.”

“Are you gonna criticize everything I s-”

He stopped talking as she plunged her tongue inside his mouth. Their hands moved desperately over each other’s bared skin and soon they were falling backwards onto the bed again.

Killian maneuvered them until Emma was on her back in the middle of the bed, then began licking, sucking and kissing down her throat, across her breasts, and along the length of her body. With every nip and graze of his teeth along her overly sensitive skin, her back arched and she uttered indecipherable words.

When he reached the apex of her thighs, he removed the last remaining scrap of material, and she automatically spread her legs apart, giving him a strong whiff of her arousal. He inhaled deeply, then tentatively dragged two fingers through her folds, gathering her slickness on the tips of them.

She shivered at the sensation and gripped the corners of the pillow underneath her head with both hands. “Please…do that again.”

He obliged and this time, his fingers brushed under the hood exposing her bundle of nerves. Shockwaves of pleasure shot through her body and she emitted a long, low moan. “More, Killiannnnn…”

His fingers continued slipping through the ever-increasing arousal she was producing, and he took note of what made her writhe and moan the most. He discovered if he put pressure on the little nub, her legs would quiver and quake; so he concentrated on that area until her head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow. When he ventured to give it a little pinch, it was all she needed to fall over the edge.

“Yes! Yesss! YESSSS!!!” she screamed, and he watched as ecstasy filled her face.

“That was good, yeah?” he asked, once she seemed to come back to earth.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve never felt anything that good in my life!” she panted.

“So that was your first orgasm?”

“I’ve given myself a few, but none as intense as that! I didn’t even know I could have one without actually, you know…”

“Doing the act?” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You big nerd - you’re lucky I love you!”

“Aye, that I am,” he responded, his eyes going soft as he gave her a sweet smile.

Returning his smile, she said, “Now, let’s see what we can do about getting you off.” She gripped his shoulders and pulled him down to her, kissing him within an inch of his life. When she was sure she had his head spinning, she changed positions with him so that she was on top, making sure they were a safe distance from the edge of the narrow mattress.

Reaching under the pillow, she pulled out the condoms and separated one from the strip, tore open the package and took it out. Holding it up, she flipped it over a couple of times before placing it at the tip of his straining shaft and rolling it down. “Am I doing this right?”

“Not sure, but you definitely make it feel good!”

After throwing him a grin, she carefully straddled him, placed her hands on his chest and scratched her fingers through his luxurious hair. Then she started to slide her slippery cunt along his shaft.

“Emma, god!” he grunted, squeezing his eyes closed tightly. “Feels bloody, fucking fantastic!”

After making sure his cock was coated with her arousal, she lifted up a little. “I…I think I’m ready. Are you?” she asked, meeting his blue gaze once his eyes opened.

“Aye, Love, but go slow. Please don’t let me hurt you.”

“I won’t.”

“You’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable?”

“I will, I promise.”

With that reassurance, he nodded at her and she raised herself over him, lined him up, and began to sink down around him. When it started to burn, she pulled back, then sank down a little further. After doing this several times, he finally filled her completely and she stopped moving with her ass resting on his thighs and her hands planted on his chest supporting her weight.

He clutched the blanket underneath him as the feeling of being inside the woman he loved overwhelmed his senses. “Are you alright?” he gritted out.

“I’m good. How about you?”

“I…I…feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“Do you want me to move?”

“Yeah, but not off of me. Just…just try sliding up and down.”

She tentatively did as he asked and soon both of them were taking pleasure from each other. Emma pumped her body up and down while Killian thrust up into her. The tension continued to build until suddenly he gripped her hips and held her tight against him.

Feeling the pulsing of his cock, she couldn’t hold on any longer and let herself give in to the bliss she could already see on his face.

Suddenly completely spent, she collapsed on top of him. Spasms shook their bodies and Killian gripped her ass. “Are you doing something to cause that, Swan?” he asked breathlessly.

“I think…they’re called aftershocks,” she giggled into his chest.

“How do you know that?”

“Hang around a dorm full of girls long enough, you learn things.”

They laid quietly for several minutes, their hearts slowing, sweat cooling, and minds racing with the implications of what had taken place in the last hour.

Killian had never felt as happy and content as he did in that moment; until he heard the next words to come out of Emma’s mouth.

“We should have become friends with benefits a long time ago.”

His stomach dropped and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Is…is that what you think this is?” he forced out through a throat that was constricted with disappointment. “Nothing but sex? I…I thought you said…”

Her head shot up and he saw a look of contrition on her face. “No, no, no! That’s not what I meant, Kil! Of course it’s more than just sex! I mean, it was amazing, but it…I love you! I know we haven’t talked about where we go from here, but if I have my way, we’d be together as a couple, not just friends.”

His heart started beating again. “Is that really what you want?”

She folded her arms across his chest and leaned forward to brush her lips against his. “Absolutely, as long as it’s what you want, too.”

“Without a doubt,” he answered, relief flooding him at her admission. “Can I ask you something?”

“Mmm, sure,” she said, nuzzling her nose against his throat.

“How long have you known you love me?”

She lifted her head again and shrugged. “I think I’ve known for a long time, but I didn’t want to admit it.”

“Why not?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I asked you first.”

“You know you sound like a ten-year-old right now, don’t you?”

“Just answer the question, Swan.”

“I guess I was…scared. You’re my best friend and I didn’t want to do anything to screw that up.”

“The fearless Emma Swan was scared?”

Her eyes fell away from his as she watched her finger trace his jawline, and he saw a blush creeping up her neck into her face. “I’m not fearless, Killian. Not when it comes to you. In my childhood, people were always letting me down…”

“Hey - I don’t intend to let you down.”

“I know, but it’s not you I was worried about. I was afraid I would be the one letting you down.”

“How could you ever do that?”

“I couldn’t help but think that one day you would figure out it wasn’t worth the effort of putting up with a high-maintenance friend like me.”

“You’re not high-maintenance.”

“You have to admit it’s challenging being my friend.”

“I love a challenge,” he grinned, then grew serious. “Emma, in three years, I’ve yet to find a single thing about you that I don’t love. You don’t have to be afraid of losing me because I already told you - I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiled and leaned in to briefly press her lips to his, but before she could pull away, he moved his hand to the back of her head and held her in place to deepen the kiss. Soon their bodies began responding to the intense feelings, and they found themselves moving on to round two, during which they experimented with more ways to bring pleasure to one another, which continued into round three…and four…and…

By the time the weekend was over, Emma knew she never had to fear losing her best friend, now lover and boyfriend, and Killian’s dreams finally came true.

He also had to buy Will a new box of condoms.

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Thank you for reading! Happy Halloween!

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caught-in-the-filter · 3 years

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CS Halloweek 2021 — Day 7: Spirit/White (haunted house | betrayal | wicked) @cshalloweek

(CS Haunted Mansion AU)

When hinges creak in doorless chambers And strange and frightening sounds Echo through the halls Whenever candlelights flicker Where the air is deathly still That is the time when ghosts are present Practicing their ghoulish delight

This idea is based on the Haunted Mansion movie.

Killian and Emma are realtors that find themselves wrapped up in more than they bargained for when they visit Mr. Cassidy’s home for what they think is just another potential sale. Little do they know, Cassidy has been long deceased after the unfortunate death of his fiancée—a fiancée he believes has been essentially reincarnated in look-alike Emma Swan, and he has every intention of winning her back, til death do they start.

#cshalloweek #cs halloweek 2021 #captain swan #neal cassidy #haunted mansion #haunted mansion au #cs aesthetics #cs aesthetic #cs art #cs haunted mansion au #cshalloweek2021 #cs halloweek #kayla's aesthetics #kayla's cs aesthetics #ghosts #(fell asleep and totally forgot to queue this last night)

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awkwardnessandbaseball · 5 years

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Uhhh so this story got away from me and now has four parts, WHOOPS! Sorry not sorry!

It’s @csrolereversal AND @cshalloweek !! Roughly one BILLION thanks to @sherlockianwhovian for making sure my words make sense and, of course, @courtorderedcake for her lovely art that inspired this story. Without further ado, I present:

A Fan of Every Part of You

A Captain Swan Halloweek Story in three four parts

AO3 if that’s your jam: Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4

Killian Jones has a really loud, destructive upstairs neighbor, and he’s about to lose his patience with them. But when he discovers that it’s a beautiful witch with a soft spot for his dangerous familiar, Captain, that complicates things just a bit.

Chapter Two:

It was eight days later -- not that Killian had been counting -- when he finally saw her again. He was coming back from his late-night trip to the store when he heard a familiar voice cursing out in the hall. He kept climbing past his own floor and found her with her head leaning against the closed door of her apartment. She glowed dark purple, frustration and defeat present in the waves around her.

“Swan?” he called softly, hoping not to startle her.

“Killian?” Her eyes widened in surprise. “I’m fine,” she said, just a bit too quickly. She glanced past him at Captain, a softness taking over her features.

“Let me guess. You’re locked out?” He’d worn the same look before when Liam had accidentally locked the house up with magic before Killian had control over his.

“No!” Emma cried defensively. A pause, then, “yes.”

“How’d you do that?” Killian asked as he approached her. He laid his bags of supplies down by her door.

“I used a spell to make the door stay shut until morning.” Emma stopped, and Killian waited until she was ready to continue. She slid down the wall, landing on the floor with a soft thud. The next part came out in one breath. “I’ve been sleepwalking, or something. And causing… problems. So I figured I would just magic the door shut and make it unbreakable, you know? Eight hours, big whoop.” She looked at Killian, as though she weren’t sure what to expect from him.

“Sounds like a solid plan,” he said, nodding for her to continue before sliding down to sit next to her.

“Well then I realized I hadn’t checked the mail and I was expecting a delivery so I ran down and left the door open, but the wind blew it shut and Odette is on the other side.” Her voice lowered as she spoke, the end of her sentence barely a whisper.

Ah, Odette must have been the name of her familiar. The furry-feathered creature with the changing patterns.

Being away from her familiar, even for only a few hours, would be painful for Emma. It was no wonder she was so frustrated.

“You can come and wait it out in my apartment,” Killian offered, leaving out the fact that Emma entering the apartment would entail locking Captain in the bedroom to keep him away from her. “Odette would be able to hear you through the floor, as we learned.” He gently bumped her shoulder with his own, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. It seemed to work, as she chuckled and the purple around her softened to a shade closer to lavender.

“Yeah, but then I charmed the apartment.” She shrugged in defeat. “She won’t be able to hear me. Or vice versa.”

“Well, you may not be able to break the timed spell on your door, but surely you can undo the silencing charm, even from out here,” Killian offered, and Emma started to look a little hopeful.

“You think so?”

“Sure, Swan. I’ve yet to see you fail,” he said with a grin, standing and offering her his hand. She took it, and their joined hands glowed a soft pink. If Emma noticed, she didn’t let on.

“You’ve yet to see me do much of anything,” she scoffed, but with a small smile of her own.

“The point still stands,” he insisted.

With a deep breath, Emma held out her hands in front of her and closed her eyes in concentration. As she tried to break the charm from outside of her apartment, her energy shifted through the entire rainbow of colors, finally ending on a bright green when the whirrs and clanks from inside of her apartment began echoing around the hallway.

“I did it!” Her eyes were bright with excitement and she hugged Killian. He was surprised by the sudden show of affection, but reacted quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist with a laugh.

“Aye, you did!” He spun her around, delighted by her excitement, and belatedly realized that they were quite close to where Captain had sat himself on the top step. Emma’s foot brushed him mid-spin and Killian froze, carefully placing Emma on the ground before positioning himself between his familiar and his… neighbor? Friend?

Were they friends?

Now’s really not the time, he silently berated himself, waiting for Captain to attack. Familiars didn’t touch. Witches didn’t touch familiars. It was all very widely known, universally accepted. But Captain, particularly, would be angered by the accidental brush of foot to chest. Captain hadn’t really been around anyone but Killian, and occasionally Ruby, after all.

To her credit, Emma seemed to have figured out what happened, and was backing away slowly, inching towards her apartment door.

Captain sat, observing the two of them, before finally turning away and curling into himself to, apparently, have a nap.

“Is that… normal?” Emma whispered.

“Ah, no one’s ever touched him before. So… not sure,” Killian admitted. All he had to go on were stories passed down through generations, all with the same lesson: Never touch a familiar, especially one belonging to another witch. “He’s lashed out at the delivery boy before, when he stepped over the threshold into the apartment. Poor kid didn’t even come near him.” Killian could hear the wonder and confusion mingling in his voice.

“Huh,” Emma breathed.

Killian’s eyes flicked back and forth between his familiar and Emma, unsure what to do next.

“I guess… I mean, now that Odette can hear me… we could… go to your place, instead of bothering the neighbors any more than my DeLorean already is.” She gestured vaguely towards her door and the clanks and bangs coming from inside.

“DeLorean?” Killian raised an eyebrow.

She flushed bright red, energy a mix of blues and yellows, not quite meeting in order to become green.

“It’s complicated. For a complicated spell.” Her tone made it clear she didn’t wish to go into any further detail.

“Mm, I see.” Killian nodded, then grabbed his nearly-forgotten back of supplies and led the way to his apartment. “Perhaps sometimes you’ll tell me about it.”

“Perhaps.”

Once she’d accidentally touched his familiar and elicited no reaction, it was a bit easier for Killian to allow Emma into his apartment. Captain entered first, and watched as Emma took a step across the threshold. He made a noise low in his throat that Killian took to mean he was giving his approval.

At any rate, they all still had all of their limbs.

Well, all of the limbs they’d started the evening with. Killian’s left hand had been missing since birth, a fact he hid with a variety of magic. Ordinarily, he used a spell to avert gazes away from his missing hand, but he’d toyed around with other options, including false hands and even an array of weapons. It was how he passed the time.

Once she’d been allowed in, Killian was unsure of how to entertain Emma Swan for the evening. And then she yawned, and he realized how late it was: nearly midnight. No entertainment necessary.

“The bedroom’s just down the hall,” Killian said. “But I suppose you knew that already.”

“Oh, I couldn’t--”

“We’re not gonna argue about this, Swan,” Killian laughed, scratching the back of his ear. “Please let me be a gentleman.”

She nodded with a small smile before heading down the hall towards his room. He settled in on the couch, Captain glaring at him from the small recliner in the corner.

“I know it’s not the greatest arrangement, Captain, but she needed the help.”

Captain stared at him for another moment before letting out a resigned breath of air and closing his eyes. Killian followed suit and was soon asleep.

“I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” A voice in the kitchen woke him up. “Oh, it’ll never be finished on time and I’m already late and it’s all a mess!”

*CRASH*

“Bloody hell,” Killian groaned, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “Swan? What the devil are you doing?”

“I’m LATE!” she absolutely screeched from the kitchen, waking Captain this time.

I’ve been sleepwalking, or something… Emma’s words from earlier echoed in Killan’s mind.

Were you supposed to wake a sleepwalker? Killian could never remember. Perhaps he could calm her down without waking her.

“What are you late for, Emma?” he asked softly as he climbed off the couch and stepped towards the kitchen.

“I’m always late,” she whispered. “Never enough. It’s never enough!” Her eyes were unfocused, unseeing.

“Maybe I can help,” he kept his voice even. “If you just tell me what’s wrong--”

“There’s no time,” she replied. “The machine needs more time and there’s no time to give it. It’s not enough.” She tilted her head. “I’m not enough.”

“Of course you are, Swan.” The nickname caught her attention and she spun her whole body towards him, eyes still unfocused. “Whatever it is you’re trying to do, you’ll do it. And if you need it… if you’ll let me… I’ll help.” He’d moved closer as he spoke, finally grabbing her hand on the last word.

“Help?” She seemed to slowly come into herself, eyes directed at him finally. “Killian?”

“Good morning, sunshine,” he joked. “You were uh…”

“Shit. Was I sleepwalking?” She blushed, taking in her surroundings.

“Aye, it seems you were.” He still hadn’t let go of her hands. The same pink glow from earlier emitted from where their skin touched. “Are you… are you alright, Swan?”

She looked at him carefully.

“No, Killian. No, I’m not.”

#captain swan #csrolereversal #cshalloweek #captain swan fanfic #cs fanfic #caitlin writes

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CS Halloweek » Oct 27th: Myths, Legends, and Fairytales / Oct 28th: Shapeshifters and Vampires » Red Riding Hood AU

After Killian was bitten by a werewolf he was devastated. However, Emma assured him nothing would have to change between them. Their love was stronger than anything. He learned how to control the wolf, but he still had to isolate himself on an abandoned island during the full moon.

Emma could see that the whole ordeal was taking its toll on him and was determined to find a cure. It took her some time but she was successful. The catch was that he would have to ingest it while in wolf form. She trusted Killian in any form he was in, so she sought him out and was able to placate him long enough for him to take the cure. Luckily, the sorcerer did not lie and the cure worked.

When it was time for the next full moon the two of them were lost in each other's arms.

#cs halloweek #Captain Swan #cs graphic #cs au #ouatgifs #my gifs #cs edit #captainswanAU #crossover au #red riding hood au #cshalloweek #300 #au 300 #I've put this as a fairytale #but also as a shapeshifters au #I do have a gifset for tomorrow though

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artistic-writer · 7 years

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CS Halloweek :: Seasonal

‘Maybe’ a CS AU fanfic and fanart by itrustyoutokillme / @artistic-writer Word count: 2k-ish. Nothing too heavy. Summary: ‘Fall was her favourite time of year because of the colours. The trees had been turning from green to a flaming burnt orange over the past two weeks, shedding the occasional leaf that would twirl to the ground, landing silently and unnoticed by everyone nearby. Except for Emma. Watching the fall of a leaf stopped her world, its waltz towards the wet, blackened pavement happening in slow motion and making her smile.’

Thank you to my beta @hollyethecurious <3 <3 <3 I love you so much!!!

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Emma shivered. The sun peeked through the thinning clouds, burning its way through but still unable to put a dent in her chill. It warmed her cheeks, but the flush across her skin was from the whip of the wind and not the sun's rays. She grabbed her coat, pulling the edges together and fumbling with her oversized buttons, her gloved fingers struggling to push the plastic disc through its hole.

It was her day off. Her day was a blank slate, and Emma just wanted to sit back and watch the world go by. She did this often, parking herself on the rickety old park bench with a cup of hot chocolate dusted with cinnamon, and simply stared into the park. It was always full of people but somehow she managed to close them out and simply be by herself in the bustle of the public eye.

Fall was her favourite time of year because of the colours. The trees had been turning from green to a flaming burnt orange over the past two weeks, shedding the occasional leaf that would twirl to the ground, landing silently and unnoticed by everyone nearby. Except for Emma. Watching the fall of a leaf stopped her world, its waltz towards the wet, blackened pavement happening in slow motion and making her smile.

It was the time of the year when people dug out their musty old coats, scarves became full price once more, and nobody ever managed to hold onto a full set of gloves for longer than a week. Emma swore she had an entire drawer full of single, lonely gloves, unmatched and abandoned by their partners.

Emma sighed. She pulled her beanie down over her ears and brushed at a few strands of her blonde locks from her forehead. It took a couple of swipes because of her gloves, and frustrated, Emma pulled one of her hands free to move the offending hair. As if karma was laughing at her, the glove fell to the floor at her feet and landed in the puddle that had formed there.

Emma grunted and doubled over, hugging her knees as she reached out for the escaped hand covering.

“You’ll lose that if you are not careful.”

Emma’s head snapped upwards, her body righting instantly and a huge lump forming in her throat. The voice belonged to a man - a hot man - who was standing a few feet in front of her. Emma couldn’t help it when her eyes flickered over him, wide and drinking him in hungrily. He was wearing blue jeans and black boots, the front of his blue checkered shirt tucked behind the buckle of his brown leather belt. The man had an oversized green knit sweater under a grey jacket, a black scarf wrapped around his neck.

Emma gulped, her mouth hanging open a little but her words stolen from her. Usually, she would have a witty comeback for anything a stranger had to say to her, but the blue of his eyes was so deep she felt like she was drowning on dry land. His smile was awkwardly cute, boyish and his pink lips twitched at the corners, his impossibly long eyelashes brushing his cheeks as he blinked. A fine layer of ginger scruff littered his jawline and after he’d giving it a light scratch, he dug his hand into his pocket.

“Are you alright?” he asked shyly. His other hand clutched a disposable coffee cup, the side of which was stained with dried coffee and the lid steaming through the drinking hole.

Emma blinked, her eyes dry from staring. She leaned back until her back hit the curved bench and she reluctantly tore her eyes away from the stranger in front of her. She licked her lips nervously, her mouth closing and her lips turning up into a smile as she looked at her one gloved hand in her lap.

“Yes,” She said quickly and his grin grew even wider at her nervousness.

“Are you quite sure?” the stranger prodded a little more, bending to retrieve her glove and then offering it to her with an extended arm.

Emma laughed nervously and nodded, taking the soaking wet glove from his grasp. Her fingertips brushed over his briefly and it felt like a shock through her arm, electricity sparking her every cell. Emma snatched her hand back and her cheeks instantly flushed hot, the chilly October air suddenly not so much of a problem.

“Killian,” He smiled again, his lips curling up to expose his teeth.

“I’m sorry?” Emma’s brow furrowed in confusion and she tilted her head to the side.

“My name,” he arched his brow at her and lifted his coffee cup to his lips, taking a silent gulp. Emma watched the bob of his Adam’s apple and bit the inside of her mouth. “My name is Killian.”

“Oh,” Emma smile grew wider and she looked away again. She couldn’t stop smiling and she felt her ears wiggle under her beanie.

Killian pulled his hand from his pocket and scratched the skin behind his ear gently. This wasn’t going the way he had imagined when he had noticed her sitting on his bench. He came here once a week, usually on his day off, to just sit and watch the world pass him by. Killian did it all year, all weathers, all seasons, but Fall was his favourite. The air was crisp, the leaves rustling overhead as the wind whipped through the trees but there was the perfect amount of sunlight to warm the damp that inevitably worked its way into his bones.

Not that he minded at all. He worked by the docks, the damp hanging heavy in the air all the time. It very often worked its way into his joints no matter how many layers he tried to keep it at bay with. Killian restored boats, a craft he had come to love since restoring his own vessel many years ago. He was lucky enough to call it his profession now but on his down time, he enjoyed something a little more inland.

That was until he had arrived at the park the same time he did every week only to discover his seat taken by a phenomenal blonde haired beauty with the most striking green eyes and rosy tipped cherub cheeks. He rocked back on his heels and took another sip of his coffee, licking his lips as he swallowed.

“You know,” he began, his words drawing her attention back to him immediately. “It is often customary when someone gives their name to offer one in return.”

Emma laughed and slapped her hands on her thighs, pushing herself to her feet quickly and rolling her eyes. He watched her rise into the space before him, her long, red scarf falling down over her knees.

“Of course,” she held out her bare hand and he eyed it with a glint in his eye. “Emma.”

“Emma,” he repeated her name back to her but the way it sounded in his accent made her shiver. He took her hand, gripping her palm that fit perfectly in his. “Nice to meet you, Emma.”

Their hands lingered together, bouncing up and down as they greeted each other. For a second, Killian felt his skin being to burn in hers and the previously scalding coffee cup turned cold in his other hand in comparison. He slipped his hand from hers, dragging his fingers across hers slowly.

“You too, Killian,” Emma mirrored his smile.

There was a moment when it was just them. The world became brighter, the edges blurring into a faint orange glow around them, the air around them smelling of Fall, and the clouds above them reflected in the puddles the only movement they could see. Killian scratched behind his ear again, a sweet smirk playing across his lips as they managed to stare into each other's eyes and say nothing and everything all at once.

Reality jolted them back together when a cyclist whizzed behind them, his elbow bumping into Killian’s back and making his entire body lunge towards Emma’s. There was a split second between Killian stepping forward awkwardly, Emma wrapped her arms around him to steady his stumble and his coffee lid popping off and the lukewarm liquid spilling down Emma’s black coat.

“Oh bloody hell,” Killian mumbled into her neck, his stubble tangling with the golden tresses that rested over her shoulders as he pulled himself out of her embrace. “I am so sorry,” he apologised, hands hovering above the coffee on her jacket, right above her breast.

“It’s okay,” Emma held her hands up and let out the gasped she had been holding.

“I’ll pay for your dry cleaning,” Killian offered quickly, his fingers flexing over her coat, unsure whether he should brush off the droplets of coffee before they stained and risk publicly molesting someone he had just met.

“It’s okay,” Emma laughed a little, repeating her earlier words. Finally, Emma broke the tension between them, skimming her hands over the spill and wishing Killian had got their first.

He clenched his jaw, shooting a glance along the line of trees to where the cyclist was growing smaller and smaller in the distance. He shook his head and his hand flew to the back of his neck, scratching the hair there, his face flushing red with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Without a second thought, Killian hooked his hand around her elbow and began to guide her along the row of trees.

“Let me buy you a new coat,” Killian offered, tossing his half-empty coffee mug into the trash can beside them. “It’s the least I can do.”

Emma shook her head vehemently. “Absolutely not,” she said as she followed him obediently, not even sure as to where they were going. Emma had let her guard down inexplicably, falling in line beside him as they strolled along the row of gently swaying auburn trees.

“Well let me do something, love,” Killian pleaded with a chuckle. “I feel bad.”

They stopped and turned to face each other, the glow in Emma’s eyes causing Killian to narrow his eyes at her. Even though he had just met her, he felt like he had known her forever. Maybe in another life they had crossed paths. Maybe in another life he had managed to avoid spilling his coffee down her.

“What?” He grinned at her. Emma pressed her hands to his chest and slid her fingertips across the knitted fabric of his sweater, instantly warming her uncovered hand against the plush material. Killian watched her hands, skimming over his heart that took off in his chest at her touch.

“You can stop sitting on my bench,” Emma smirked, giving him a wink and looking back to where they had just been standing.

Killian frowned again, one eyebrow jumping up on his face. A smile crept across his lips and he pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth. “Your bench?” he teased.

Emma nodded. “I see you sitting on it all the time, you know when I come here to forget the world.”

“So you’re stalking me now?” Killian grinned ear to ear, the shine in his blue eyes catching the sunlight. Emma bowed her head and hid her face, her forehead almost touching the back of her hands that were still pressed to his chest. “I knew it.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Emma joked, flexing her fingers against the hard planes of his chest. A few tiny black hairs poked out from his neckline and Emma felt a tingle in her stomach at seeing what was underneath.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be so devilishly handsome,” Killian purred and Emma felt the skin over her entire body pull tight and prickle with heat. “Why don’t you ever sit with me?” Killian asked her softly, brushing the outside of her elbows with his thumbs.

Emma shrugged, tossing her head back so she was looking back up into his ocean deep eyes. She noticed a tiny scar on the side of his face and wondered how he had come to mar his beautifully handsome face. Maybe one day she would ask him.

“Maybe one day I will,” Emma smiled sweetly. “Maybe one day we can sit and forget the world together.”

Killian smiled softly and gave her elbows a gentle squeeze. “Maybe I’d like that.”

#cs halloweek #cshalloweek #cs au #seasonal #maybe #fanart #fanfic #cs fanfic #fluff #cute #omg what have i become in this fandom

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