QUEEN CHARLOTTE & KING GEORGE
Morally ambiguous character with long hair and a tragic backstory: [exists]
Me:
Hi! I am a HUGE Captain Swan fan! What are the main reasons why you love Captain Swan/Hook?
Oh Anon, simply put: COLIN O’DONOGHUE’S ACTING RANGE AND GENERAL STATE OF BEING. I just love him and he brings such a fun yet sexy spin to the character. As far as CS goes, I mean….she once chained him up and left him for dead yet they finally fell for one another. Such epic character development, banter, and chemistry!
Captain Swan / Captain Charming
Requested by @ilovemetas
Bonus:
Love this request!
I love this request! And I love the amazing development for both of these ships, which are my two favorite on the show.
Thanks for the awesome request, dear!
Migration Patterns + A CS One Shot
Apparently my muse is on a tyrant and has agreed to write only random smutty one shots based on my random interests. So here’s a little story about Killian and Emma as whale researchers and ex-colleagues. A little animal obsessing, a bit of sexual tension, and some smutty smut.
Rating: M Word Count: 9.7K
Emma wasn’t really sure how long she’d been standing on the boardwalk, her stubborn feet glued to the wood as she tried to muster some buried enthusiasm. The waves were quite calm today, a huge contrast to the way her mind was raging and tumbling through the irritating task at hand. She really loved her job - truly she did - but she really, really did not want to be here right now.
In all fairness, this yearly trip to the bay just below the north Washington border hadn’t always been the bane of her career. She was actually the one to first put the idea of a seaside wildlife report into her editor’s mind a few summers ago. Growing up near the Vancouver coast had put a love for the water way down into the depths of Emma’s soul and finding a way to include that passion in the work she did for the aquarium was something of a dream fulfilled. She never imagined being somewhat thrilled that being a field writer for several nature magazines would bring her back so close to home - after all, she’d spent plenty of time trying to leave this place.
That elated feeling had occurred over the past three years, but not this time. Now, hopping the boat out to the bay made her nerves spike and her stomach flip flop - and no, not in a seasick sort of way.
She’d been able to catch the early morning ferry out to the islands along with a handful of tourists anxious to observe the same breathtaking sight she’d come here to hopefully document - the Southern resident orcas on the move.
Sexy Retribution (1/2)
Sexy Retribution (CS two-shot)
CS AU – Offering her help to her boyfriend’s brother, Emma had no idea what she was getting herself into. Jealous!Killian. Smut alert.
also on ff.net
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Part ½
He had no say in the matter. It was a done deal by the time he reentered the living room, where Emma and Liam were already working out the details.
Placing a six pack on the table, Killian handed one beer to his girlfriend before he sat on the couch beside her. No point in taking one for himself when he could share hers. Whatever the beverage, it always tasted better mixed with her sweet taste.
“What’s going on?” He took a long pull on the drink, studying the exchanged looks between the pair.
“Your lass here kindly offered to be my date for the evening.” Drawing a beer bottle out of the pack, Liam dipped the neck toward Emma in a toast. “You don’t mind, right brother?”
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Two Minutes for Hooking (1/2)
A/N: Happy birthday @brooke-to-broch (Look! It’s not midnight yet). @zengoalie (Amy) and I (KG) decided to split this into two parts in the most evil way we could imagine. So enjoy the suspended UST until part two is written and perfected in the next few days (YAY for extended birthday gifts). Many thanks for beta duties by @onceuponsomechaos @wingedlioness and @captain-k-jones
A/NN: And there is a new women’s Professional hockey league (nwhl.co) and the Pride is the Boston team. Games stream free on youtube, support the ladies!
Summary: Emma Swan, a member of the newly formed professional women’s hockey league, has a chance meeting with hockey all-star Killian Jones after an aggravating loss.
Rating: S (for it’s gonna get smutttttttty) or D (for drills, drills, drills)
Words: 5800
Each shot Emma buried in the net relieved some of her frustration. She spun on her skates and looped around to rip another slap shot into the upper corner of the net.
If only I’d been able to do that in the game earlier.
In the solace of her childhood rink, rocketing shots off the boards was helping to forget the loss; punching the Mills sisters in the face would work better.
“You know, love,” an accented voice interrupted her thoughts, “your stick is a spot too long for you.”
She cut hard on her skates and turned to look at the owner of the offending voice, expecting to see another know-it-all from the men’s novice league taking pity on the girl.
Except it was anything but.
It was Killian Jones, two-time hockey all-star, leaning casually against the bench, watching her with an interested expression.
What is he doing here? Granny’s tiny rink certainly isn’t a regular stop for professional players.
On television, he was far too attractive. In person, the mere sight of his blue eyes increased her heart rate.
“Is that so?” She silently praised herself for not sounding breathless before she rifled another puck towards the net. After a lap around the rink, she skated in his direction.
He leaned against the boards, smirk on his face, as she approached. “Just a spot too long,” he teased, “Unless you enjoy that.”
God, was he just like all the others? She wasn’t in the mood to be belittled as a player by another man.
She stopped quickly, sending a shower of ice in his direction. “You should know that it’s not the size, but how you use it.”
Did I really just say that to Killian-freaking-Jones.
“You’re a tough lass, aren’t you?” he chuckled, “I’ve got some time if you’d like some pointers.”
“Busy,” she spun away from him, returning to her pile of pucks at center ice. She knew his reputation and she wouldn’t be another bimbo in Killian Jones’ trophy case.
He nodded, “You know, Swan, there are better ways to blow off steam than taking it out on the pucks.”
Emma raised an eyebrow at him - How did he know my name? And, is he flirting with me?
“You think you can help?” she asked and returned to the boards where he waited. “Seriously? You think you know how I should blow off some steam.”
She wondered briefly if he had watched the game. It was embarrassing enough to lose, but if he’d seen Zelena throw her temper tantrum on the bench that would’ve been even worse… She’d rather pretend no one watched at all - especially not him.
She flipped a puck up at him and his gloved-hand flashed up to snag it, “Oh I have a few ideas, love.”
The wink he shot her way made her falter on her skates - but only slightly. She recovered quickly. “You are awfully presumptuous, Mr. Jones.”
Love Hurts + A CS Fanfic
I wrote this for @xpumpkindumplingx who helped conjure up this little idea. Merry Very Late Christmas, my friend! Enjoy a little Dr. Jones and the blonde bailbonds girl who he can’t get out of his head. Rated M for ‘medical’ reasons :]
“What the hell took you so long?” “Sorry, Swan,” he offered through their desperate kiss, a needy grunt escaping his throat when she grabbed the collar of his lab coat. “Emergency surgery. Cardiac patient that was sorted rather quickly although, god , apparently not….fast enough.” “Well, sir, I would think by now you’d know-” Emma breathed, her teeth tempting his lower lip as he pulled her flush against him. “-emergencies do not only happen at the hospital.” “I can see that, love - and I can assure you that I’m fully prepared to attend to your needs,” he teased as he toyed with the hem of her shirt and ignored the clang of his stethoscope hitting the floor. “I apologize that you had to maintain such patience, but even you should know that a man can’t live without a properly beating heart.” “I don’t know about that, Dr. Jones,” she shot back, air stuttering in her lungs as he kicked the door closed and pushed her against it. “Seems like you’ve done just fine.”
More Than A Mile + A Daddy!Killian One Shot
A little Daddy!Killian and Captain Charming fluff for @spartanguard‘s birthday! Happy Belated, my dear friend! Sorry this took me so long :] XOXO
“Stop pouting.”
Killian glared a little more dramatically than was necessary at his wife while she gave him that two word direction - one he was loathe to ignore. She raised an eyebrow with a smirk he was almost sure she’d started to mimic on his behalf and as much as he’d normal celebrate her appreciating his sarcasm, this was not the moment for such victory. In fact, he was almost certain that a win was not in the metaphorical deck of cards for him that day and he groaned miserably as he settled with that fact once again.
He’d been ill the entire weekend, whatever ailment he’d picked up from god knows where causing him to act like a bloody landlubber for several days in a row. He had felt so under the weather that he hadn’t even fought Emma when she sentenced him to the couch during daylight hours with a less than masculine puffy red quilt and the entire wealth of the Pirates of The Caribbean films as dreadful company. Honestly, the way that sodding Jack Sparrow captained a ship was enough to make anyone nauseous.
It wasn’t so much that delirious trail of events that had him feeling even worse by Monday morning. It was the resolution that he would have to miss out on the morning walk he took five days a week with their little Liam, the now five year old kid who’d abandoned his pirate father for the likes of something called ‘kindergarten’. He’d been skeptical of it since day one, a fact that didn’t sit well with Emma as he lost the battle of ’he’s a Jones boy and the sea will teach him all he needs to know’ the moment she helped their excited son lace up those black sneakers he’d spent a week breaking in.
Those walks were set aside for father and son time and definitely not for grandfather and grandson time - but somehow, that was exactly where a raised temperature and his persistent cough had landed them. Bloody hell, he thought once more as he dropped his forehead to the kitchen table.
Locked Up + A Daddy!Killian One Shot
A little Daddy Killian and some domestic bliss while I keep working through my writer’s block/struggles :] enjoy!
“Unbelievable,” he groaned, shaking his head in defeat. “Bloody unbelievable.”
He’d told Emma the truth about this once - the honest bit about how he’d been in his fair share of brigs while somewhat overselling the jail in New York as the most barbaric. He folded his arms as he sat on the steps behind the wooden railings of the staircase, realizing he may have been incorrect about those accommodations.
Because yes - here he was, imprisoned and pouting on the stairs in the living room of their new home at the behest of the most trivial jailer he’d run into in his centuries of life. He should have known his own son wouldn’t stand for bad form.
He immediately regretted the dozen different knots he’d taught Liam to tie on all those afternoon trips to the harbor as he looked down at the rope binding his feet together. The navy blue socks with little anchors on them were a small consolation he thought as he wiggled his toes - especially given the fact that they’d been a Father’s Day gift from the lad who’d apprehended him in lieu of a duel. Truthfully, his son would likely become heir to his father’s impeccable sword skills at some point, but Killian figured it was probably wise to teach the kid to tie his own shoes before trusting him with a weapon.
“Food for the prisoner?”
Killian lifted his head as he tried to bite back the smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there like a fool, but as he took a quick glance at the five year old boy leaning against the wall and the several fruit snack wrappers at his feet, he realized he’d been figuratively locked up for far too long. Liam grinned at him in that teasing way he’d inherited from the woman he’d fallen into this ridiculously wonderful true love with and held out a red plastic package for the taking. It was one they seemed to have a lot of since his son had learned how to swipe the grocery list off the fridge - and the pirate brandishing a curved sword on the cardboard box was a slice of irony Killian had learned to deal with.
The boy was lucky he had his mother’s smile - it allowed him to get away with far too much.
Wild Like The Weather + A CS One Shot
So here’s some meteorologist Killian and news anchor Emma that was inspired by Hurricane Colin, this damn quote, and my total lack of self control. I’m not great at saying no, okay? :] Enjoy!
Rating: M for smut and sassy swearing Word Count: 8.7K
“Uh, hel-lo,” Ruby’s interrupting tone started. “Earth to Emma….”
Oh, dammit. The bright lights overhead paired with the suddenly demanding voice of the lead camerawoman pulled Emma’s attention back to reality a little slower than she’d hoped. The faint blush covering her cheeks was evidence of her delayed embarrassment and she shook her head softly, trying to redirect her thoughts while giving nothing away.
Just a quick report, she reminded herself. Then she could get the hell out of there before the afternoon broadcast team rolled in. She had to be gone by then.
“Oh, sorry - uh,” she sighed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she looked down at the papers in front of her. “Isn’t all of this on the teleprompter?”
“Well, yeah - just thought you’d want to check it out before we start filming,” Ruby explained, tilting her head in analysis. “Are you okay, Em? You’re acting….strange.”
She’d been trying to focus on the notes in her hand. It wasn’t anything big - just a little breaking news about a local power outage paired with the reassurance or possible lie that the problem would be resolved as fast as possible. She was a professional and she could do this one simple newscast without getting distracted.
Well, that had been true….until he walked in. Now she’d be lucky to get out of there without calling this tiny issue a natural disaster or without him burning a hole through her with that blue gaze.
This is so not my day, she thought quietly as she sucked in a deep breath.
Dear, @the-mourning-stars I was your CS Secret Santa in the cssecretsanta2021 event! Happy Holidays! ♥ @cssecretsanta2020
Malware & Misteltoe: A CS-SS Fic Gift (1/2)
Happy holidays, @pirateprincessofpizza! I’m your CS-SS for the @cssecretsanta2020 event. It’s been fun picking your brain and creating this CS dynamic I’ve been thinking about since I finished reading the book Attachments by Rainbow Rowell. Thank you so much for being patient with me and this crazy weather where I live. I apologize for the delay in posting, but I hope you’ll enjoy this little fic! This is part one (because @optomisticgirl is an awful, wonderful enabler) and I am hoping to post the second part by the end of the year. Happy reading!
Summary: Killian Jones never wanted to work in internet security, but he can’t deny that Emma Swan makes it more entertaining than he imagined possible. He first fell for her over an email that wasn’t meant for him and now that he’s totally in love with her, how is he ever supposed to admit it?
Rating: T
Word Count: 4.7K
Killian was probably the only person in the world who loved Monday mornings at the office. He quickly realized after the first snowfall in December that he was definitely the only one who could bear those early arrivals at work once winter struck. He’d determined that his preference was rare long before he’d taken his current tech job at The Daily Mirror, but rolling into the empty parking lot at seven and being one of the first to snag a hot cup of coffee were simple pleasures he’d truly started to appreciate since joining the company. Maybe it was because he was always an early riser or maybe it was because his job didn’t leave him with a whole lot of other enjoyment.
It was probably both.
Sure, the conference room almost always had the bagels he liked and his job restrictions were minimal, but Killian dealt with his fair share of frustration at work. They were constantly running low on colored ink in the printers and very few of his co-workers ever seemed to read the weekly office memo he sent out courtesy of the human resources department. The sandwiches he packed for lunch would often disappear from the break room fridge and the woman one cubicle over - an eternal optimist named Mary Margaret - never stopped humming.
Oh, and he got to deal with employees and their abrupt emails - including the one that popped up on his computer screen the instant the machine booted up the Monday after a lazy weekend.
Hey Jerk,
If you’re going to run software updates over the weekend, give me a heads up. My desktop icons are all out of order now and it’s super annoying. Don’t worry - I’ll let you fix it after our meeting today. Hope you brought bearclaws!
-Emma
He didn’t actually have to read the sender’s name to know it was from her. He’d learned to recognize that sarcastic, blunt wit a long time ago and though it was often prefaced with ‘you idiot’ or ‘dear dummy’, it never failed to bring a smile to his lips. Swan, he swooned silently as his fingertips hovered over the keyboard. Taking a quick sip of his now lukewarm coffee, Killian glanced at the clock on the wall to his left. He had forty two minutes until their regularly scheduled staff meeting - and as he began locating the number for Downtown Donuts and Pastries, he prayed to the workplace gods that they still delivered.
The Brothers Jones
My dear friend @devilishly-handsome-pirate brought to my attention that Liam, was lifting his eyebrow in the way that Hook does and asked me to gif it. I took it one step further and I notice that there are lots of little body gestures that they do in the same way (just like brothers often do…)
Aloha very early into this Christmas Eve ☃️🎄🎁🤶🏻
I expect to post my story sometime late this evening or on Christmas Day. I’m excited and nervous to give you your gift!
💖,
Secret Santa
Yay!!!!! Looking forward to it 😎 hope you’re having a lovely holiday so far!