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Requested by @jrob64. 

Colin explains the story behind the iconic Captain Hook ayebrow™ [x]

Blind Date (CS AU Halloween Fic)

I don’t even  know where this came from. But here, have some Halloween smut if you’re at home tonight instead of out in costume. (Or if you’re at home in costume)

Rated M. 4,000+ words. 

January 1st, 2:36 am

“You need a resha… rezz-sho-lotion thingie Em-mah.” Mary Margaret declared.

“They’re stupid.” Emma replied.

“No sh-isn’t.” Her friend slurred. They had rung in the new year with copious amounts of alcohol; Emma noted the four empty bottles of wine between them.

“Fine. You pick one for me.” Emma gave in. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or the likelihood that Mary Margaret wouldn’t remember the conversation in the morning.

Mary Margaret clapped her hands together like a child. “Datesh. You will say yes to datesh.”

“What?” Emma exclaimed.

“You told me to pick. I picked. Promish?” Mary Margaret fixed her with an impressive glare for her very inebriated state.

Emma held out her pinkie. “Promise.”

October 30th

Her fingers twisted around the keys in the pocket of her red leather jacket as the toes on her right foot tapped impatiently against the pavement. Why the hell did I agree to this? She asked herself, pulling her cell phone out of the back pocket of her jeans to check the time. Oh right, that stupid resolution.

7:44 p.m.

Somehow she had allowed Mary Margaret to talk her into meeting a blind date at the movie theater the day before Halloween. In their small town, blockbuster movies came few and far between. Instead the theater was showing marathons of horror movies. Which she hated.

Actually, loathed was probably a better term. Emma Swan did everything in her power to avoid everything associated with the Halloween holiday. She hadn’t been trick or treating since she was six years old. She stepped foot into a haunted house once when she was twelve and vowed she would never subject herself to such torture again. But movies were the worst. The blood, the gore, the suspense music, the fact that the characters did the absolute opposite of everything they were supposed to do. Hop in the running car and drive to safety? No that, would be too easy when they could hide in the barn full of chainsaws instead.

“Are you Emma?” An accented voice asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

In front of her stood one of, if not the most, attractive men she had ever encountered in her nearly three decades of life on this planet. She couldn’t believe that Mary Margaret failed to mention that little tidbit of information. He was around six foot tall, inky black hair that looked like he had spent hours running his fingers through it, piercing blue eyes and a few days worth of stubble covered a sharp jawline. The next thing she noticed was the unusual amount of chest hair on display. He wore a black leather jacket over a black button up shirt with the buttons undone to nearly his sternum. The silver of his belt buckle contrasted against the dark jeans he wore. Realizing she was checking out a complete stranger and still hadn’t responded to him, she raised her eyes back to his and found him smirking, eyebrow raised. Heat flooded her cheeks.

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My entry for @flufftober2021 for the prompt Falling Asleep Together.

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Captain Swan

Dark of Heart - Ch. 5

SUMMARY:  Emma never envisioned having a family of her own, a home brimming with love, but watching Killian sing their child to sleep, she knew that the life they were building would be one of true happiness – and for a time it was, but the past has a way of finding itself on your doorstep, and the things it wants can darken even the brightest of hearts, tearing families apart while trying to bring them together.  

RATING: Explicit

AO3 - FF

For once, I’m not being lazy with this one, so I’m sharing the chapter here as well. If you’d like to be added or removed from my tag list, let me know. If you’re not caught up, you’ll have to check out AO3 or FF. 

Chapter 5

He watched her in the distance, a glimmer of ivory against the steel grey sky, wind tossing her golden curls like ribbons as she stood beside the wash basin, water slipping from her arms to carve a sheer path down the sides of her shift. She fastened the laundry to the sturdy line he’d hung weeks earlier, wedging each pin stubbornly over the garments that twisted and fluttered like birds caught in a storm.

His own shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his chest and falling haphazardly open at the top as he paused in his work, basking in the vision she presented. Letting the arms of the handcart drop, he stood to his full height, stretching to rid himself of the ache that came from hard labor. The stones would hold, but there were other things he had no intention of delaying.

He made his way up the slope, the sea breeze offering some relief from his exhaustion, kissing his damp skin and easing the unseasonable heat that should never have touched such an early spring morning. By the time he neared his Swan, he could just hear the soft tones of her voice as she sung something beneath her breath to their child.

“Why do you always stop, love?” he asked, taking his place behind her and sweeping the cascade of sweat-dampened curls from her shoulder, her skin smelling of ash and lye from where the bat had splashed it from the basin.

“Stop what?” she said, sighing and sinking against the solidity of his chest, her own aches relaxing as his lips skimmed over her warm skin.

“Singing. You’ve a beautiful voice, Swan.”

“Not like yours,” she muttered, a moan catching in her throat as Hook’s fingers wandered down the curve of her full breast and dragged across where her shift was stretched taut over her stomach.

“Our little one seems to enjoy it well enough, and I know I do, when I’ve luck enough to hear it – you’re like a siren, puller me always closer…”

“Oh, what a fate,” she laughed, turning into him as much as her belly allowed, the rinse pans and pile of wrung laundry forgotten as she took in the sheen of a hard day’s work on his skin. The sweat had run clean streaks through his dirt-rubbed cheeks, the dull white of his work shirt crossed with smudges of pine tar from packing the walls of the outbuildings with oakum, “to be drowned among the wash water by your siren of a woman, though I don’t think a bath tonight would be wasted.”

“I’ll have you know I bathe quite frequently,” he groused, arching a brow and running his tongue along his bottom lip, “though far more time is spent between your thighs than seeing to my ablutions, I’ll admit.”

“I’ve never seen a filthier pirate.”

“That’s Captain to you,” he reprimanded, hand sliding down her back and cupping her bottom, “but seeing as I’m so dirty, perhaps my washer woman will do me the service of getting me clean.”

“Now?” Emma grinned, her eyes flashing back to the valley below where she could see the men still working on the outbuildings and the recommissioned stable – small, dark figures laboring with stone and wood, twice the distance away as their cottage. “Won’t the crew wonder where you’ve disappeared to?”    

“We may be on land these days, Swan, but they know better than to question their captain, unlike someone else.”

“Well, in that case,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around his hook and tugging him between the laundry she’d already hung, “I know just the place…”

She dragged him back down the open hillside toward where their cottage was nestled among lichen covered ridges of stone and gentle bluffs, the wind teasing her hair as she turned her eyes back toward him, shining with happiness and laughter, lips caught in a wide smile beneath her scrunched nose.  

He loved seeing her this way – carefree and reveling in the small, quiet moments that, stacked one upon the other, were the foundation of the life they were building together. Because of her, he knew what it was to have a full heart again.

She guided him toward the long neglected copse of apple trees, and falling to her knees among the soft, feathered heads of grass, she pulled his body against her, smiling into the rough wool of his breeches and casting her lidded eyes in his direction.

“Did my captain request my services?” she purred, but her words fell on deaf ears, so lost was he in the green of her eyes and the scattering of freckles teased out by the sun across her nose.

“No time for that…” he muttered, and he dropped to the ground beside her, ignoring the knobbly twigs and bits of leaves that prodded his skin, pulling her against him and claiming her lips. His hand wound in her curls as he leaned over the large swell of her stomach, tasting her – honey and the bitter mint of her tea, the salt of sweat that lingered at the edges of her lips.

She was everything, she was his.

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Oh, this chapter!!!! This fic is absolutely MAGNIFICENT!!!! But the foreboding in this chapter… ABSOLUTELY CHILLING!!!! Can’t wait for more!!!

50 shades of CS - Goodbye/Reunion

Dedicated the lovely @laieorgana

Send me a CS theme and I will turn it into a 50 shades gifset

The 50 shades of CS project

I just think Colin O’Donoghue is neat 😊

What Still Remains - 30/?

Finally, on day 28 of Ruby’s favorite OUAT BTS pics I’d like to honor this hottie! The one and only Captain Hook! Or Killian Jones, Wish Hook, Fat Hook, Deckhand Hook, Dark Hook, Detective Rogers, Nook, or Prince Charles. A man this hot needs to have at least 12 names;) Thank the lord that Colin O’Donoghue was brought into our lives!

Ruby’s Favorites!

killian jones in every episode 3.17 the jolly roger 

Alii Dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) - CS Werewolf AU - by @artistic-writer for @cssns

Story COMPLETE 24/24,  Also on: AO3 - FF

ART : Poster - Ch1 - Ch2 - Ch3- Ch4 - Ch5 - Ch6 - Ch7 - Ch8 - Ch9 - Ch10/A - Ch10/B -

Covers : Emma - David - Killian - James - Walsh - Graham - Liam - Brennan - Ruby

~Let’s finish with THE art that could have been the main one.  While it’s different from what I had in head and thought I could be doing, it’s still badass and yup. Me very much like that one ♥ aka the two half of the moon as one ~

CS Halloweek

The prince and princess Killian and Emma were betrothed, as is the custom, at infancy.  Killian has successfully kept his secret from the princess, but it hasn’t been that difficult as they’ve only met on a very few occasions.  

Well, there’s a grand ball being held in their honor the night before an even grander wedding is to be held.  He’s to be married to the princess.  He’s to rule beside her, beget heirs by her…  This, to say the least, presents a rather large problem.

Of course, he never entertained the thought that maybe she has been keeping a secret too?