#amorecolourfulmoniker

[imnotacharacter]

"It's either this or you sleep in the tub."

Emma climbed into the bed, eyeing the pirate, but she was exhausted.  She laid beside him, rolling onto her stomach and pulling the blanket to her shoulders before she tucked her arms under the pillow.  It wasn’t a bad bed for being on a pirate ship, she’d expected it to be...well, she wasn’t sure, but it was soft and the blanket was thick.  “Don’t think I’m taking my eyes off you.”  She hid a yawn in the crook of her arm, a mild glare in his direction.  “Any funny business and I’ll put you in the tub.”  The threat was nearly ruined by another yawn, but she held it off until the end.

[emmanohomoswan-blog]

@amorecolourfulmoniker continued from [x]

Emma was working at the station all day and by the early afternoon she had managed to work up quite the appetite. She said goodbye to her father and left the station setting off for home. She figured she would drop by and grab Killian before heading to Granny's. The sheriff felt almost bad that she left him to his own devices every day and hoped a lunch together would help make up for it.

Emma was planning out just exactly what she was going to order when she pulled into the driveway of the loft. All thoughts of onion rings and grilled cheese left her mind when she walked through the front door and heard the loud and obviously pornographic moan. She made her way further into the loft just in time to see the channel change and Killian pull the pillow into his lap. She had to keep from laughing at the scene in front of her.

"I was at the station. I thought I'd come home and surprise you by taking you to lunch." She came up next to him and placed a kiss to his cheek. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" She asked him innocently while doing her best to keep a straight face.

[cygnetasauveur]

@amorecolourfulmoniker

“I’ve been in this game for two hundred years, lass. If I were you, I’d just give up now, you wouldn’t want me to ruin that pretty face would you?” The captain grinned, stepping towards her, weapon brandished as he got into a fighting stance. His posture was easy, relaxed, as if the blade were nothing more than an extension of his arm.

“Like you’d be gentleman enough to not ruin it if I were to drop my sword?” There was an edge of amusement in her tone, grip testing the weight of the blade she held as her stance shifted as well. When his blade ventured close enough she jut hers forward, striking the edge in a sign she was ready to begin this little quarrel. 

[askifwehaveavocados-a]

( watching @storybrookeisms and @amorecolourfulmoniker with the most rapt amusement. please, whip them out and compare, boys. i want to see one of them be absolutely gutted that they're not bigger. i see an argument about HOW to properly measure ensuing. )

[ihaveanameyouknow]

[ ☻ ] my muse wakes up in your muse’s closet the night after a party.

Speechless. Absolutely speechless. That’s exactly how David felt when he saw Killian sleeping on the bottom of his and Snow’s closet, covered with several pieces of clothing that now had the same disgusting scent as the once drunken pirate underneath it. His foot stumped against Killian’s side, like it tried to poke him to wake up. “Hook!” once more David used his foot to get Killian into action. “What the hell are you doing in my closet?!” 

[alongtimeago]

"That looks good on you!"

“Aye, I’m as surprised as you are. Perhaps its a little large” He gestured to the part of his coat that was trailing on the floor “But the colour suits you. Perhaps you were made to be a pirate.” 

Killian grinned, joking with her. “I vote we don’t tell Dave about this, he’d likely lose his mind.” 

"A little bit."

She agreed with a faint nod of her head. Letting out an amused chuckle when she heard what he said next.

"You are talking to a former bandit, after all.."

She couldn’t help but mention, laughing softly afterwards.

“Maybe you’re right. Thank you for letting me borrow your coat.”

@amorecolourfulmoniker

[riseofawarrior]

tagged by: @hookedjones​

Rules: tag 10 of your followers that you want to know better! 

Muse:

Name: Hua Mulan  Nickname: The Warrior Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Gender: Female Favourite Colour: Red, Black and earth tones - Loves splashes of colors at times. Average Hours of Sleep: Depends on the situation Last Thing You Googled: I’m sorry...I’m confused. What is a google? And what purpose does it serve? Height: 5 ft 6 in

Mun:

Name: Millinea Nickname:  Zodiac Sign: Taurus Gender: Female Favorite Colour: Green, Dark Red, Earth Tones and Yellow Average Hours of Sleep: 8 hours Last Thing You Googled: Umm....(thinks)  Can’t remember. I’ve been on youtube - listening to music.  Height: 

I tag: @friendofhorses, @villainofthisstory, @hiromikkun, @surrexitpetalis, @thelightxmeetsxthedark, @crxella-a, @rubiedheart,  @thebearandthebow, @mohiican, @lordmacintosh & @amorecolourfulmoniker and anyone who’d like to do this.

[thesaviourblog]

continued from @amorecolourfulmoniker

“Seems as good a place to start as any” Killian shrugged, mildly concerned as to exactly what she had purchased for him, despite a part of him reminding himself that it was sweet she had thought to do that at all. Boxers and pyjamas he could understand, but quite what track pants were he was not entirely sure. Never mind, he was certain it would become clear soon enough.

While Killian’s cabin in the Jolly Roger had always been neat and tidy, their bedroom was decidedly messier. Clothes were piled everywhere, and it was only then that Killian realised the extent of their storage situation. Where they were going to put all of this was beyond him, there clearly was not going to be enough room for both of their wardrobe’s in the one small closet.

“Some leather can go in storage. There are empty trunks in the Jolly Roger that we could put some of this in…” He gestured to the clothes on the floor, both his and hers. He may love her, but there was no way he was about to let her take up all of the storage space in their home.

Emma frowned down at the floor, then up to the closet. “The stuff of mine that’s on the ground is just the half of the closet i emptied for you. I still wear all of these clothes on a daily basis.” She said thoughtfully, trying to figure out a solution. 

“And i haven’t even emptied the drawers yet.” She added, remembering how many drawers were filled with underwear, bras and night clothes.

[emmanohomoswan-blog]

@amorecolourfulmoniker continued from [x]

Was she feeling alright? If anything she was embarrassed and far more frustrated than she had been when she started playing with herself. She took a deep breath in an attempt to even her breathing as she realized Killian had no idea what she had been up to just moments before he walked in.

“No I’m not sick.” Emma used a hand to hold the sheet up over her breasts as she used her other to help push herself up into a sitting position and scoot back against the headboard. “I, uh, I think Dad left the tool for you downstairs.” She said, hoping to take the attention off of herself.

It wasn’t so much that she was embarrassed of what she had been doing that she was embarrassed that she had been caught. Then again, it seemed as though her love was clueless. She almost wanted him to catch on so that he might help her out with her little problem.

[askifwehaveavocados-a]

@amorecolourfulmoniker ( continued from here )

There were many parts of modern life that Killian was certain he would never understand. Microwaves, pop tarts, bologna… He could go on and on about the evils of modern technology that seemed irrelevant and confusing at best and downright unhealthy at worst. But there were certain modern conveniences that the pirate captain had grown to rather enjoy, and the one at the top of his list was definitely the shower. To simply turn a dial and have perfectly warm water cascade and wash off the day’s sweat and dirt was a wonderful thing, far and away preferential to heating kettles of water for a bath, or dumping icy water over your head and calling it a day.

Killian had just stepped out of the shower at the Charming residence, and was toweling himself off while he waited for his clothes to dry. Knowing that the entire Charming clan were out for the day (David had said something about “family bonding time” and “no pirates allowed”, or something to that sentiment), Killian took his time, enjoying a moment of peace and quiet. Peace that was quickly broken by someone opening the door.

Instinct acting over sense, Killian quickly covered his private parts with the towel, not even thinking of the more logical option to go back into the bathroom as the door opened.

          The Charmings had asked Granny to bring over some of her famous lasagna -- fresh, not frozen, they’d specified -- for when the group returned from their outing, and the task of delivering had fallen on Ruby ( regardless of the fact that it was her day off ). Both the she-wolf and her guardian were suckers when it came to their extended family, and Granny had painstakingly assembled the perfect dish with carefully written instructions on how to reheat for optimum taste taped carefully to the aluminum foil covered pan, which Ruby now had balanced on her hip as she fumbled with the keys to Snow’s apartment.

          The sound of a slight scuffle caused her head to whip towards the noise the moment she walked through the door, the brunette greeted by the sight of the pirate, wet and helpless clutching a towel to himself. Unfortunately for him, her senses and speed had afforded her the opportunity to catch a glimpse of what he now sought to cover; unfortunately for her, that was written clearly on her face, eyes widened and cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment. ❝ Wh -- whoa, hey, ❞ she sputtered, so surprised that she nearly dropped her delivery. ❝ Sorry, I, uh ... ❞ She held a hand defensively before clutching the bottom of the pan so as not to spill its contents ( and incur the wrath of her grandmother ). ❝ Just here to drop off dinner. ❞

          Kicking the door closed behind her -- finally tearing her eyes from Killian’s bare torso -- she made her way into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and making room inside for the dish. Once her embarrassment subsided, she shut the door and turned to face him, a head tipped coyly to the side. ❝ Not bad, by the way, ❞ she said, nodding towards his lower half, hoping her quip would allow her the upper hand, not wanting the pirate to get in any teasing before she’d been afforded the opportunity.

[alongtimeago]

"Shit, I’ve knocked her up!”

“I’m sorry, Snow. I just- I don’t know what to say. We’re both panicking, and Emma asked me to tell you, while she tackles David.” 

Killian ran a hand through his hair, clearly concerned and a little scared by the news

"It's probably a good thing you were the one to tell me then.."

She replied with a hint of amusement, knowing that David would have reacted differently to what he had just blurted out to her.

"Sit down and talk to me, Killian. What's wrong?"

@amorecolourfulmoniker

[alongtimeago]

"Shit, I’ve knocked her up!”

Baby Ask Meme!“

“You did WHAT?”

Snow exclaimed, staring at him in disbelief.

“I understand what a surprise this can be. But that is no way to break the news to someone..”

[alongtimeago]

"That looks good on you!"

Send me “Thatlooks good on you!” and your muse will find my muse wearing…

the asker’s clothing

Snow whirled around to face Hook themoment she heard him said that. This clearly surprised her.

“It does?”

She asked, tilting her head theslightest bit as she met his gaze.

[cygnetasauveur]

@amorecolourfulmoniker: Morning After meme

Killian yawned, stretching out in bed, his head pounding as his mouth as dry as the Agrabah desert. He had been up late the night before, drinking and celebrating a job well done with the good citizens of Storybrooke. Yet again, they’d managed to ruin the crocodile’s little scheme, and restore the town to it’s proper state. Killian was just thinking that perhaps they’d been a little too overzealous with their drinking when he became acutely aware that there was someone else pressed up beside him. Glancing over and seeing a mane of unruly blonde hair splayed against the pillow, the pirate realised that the hair belonged to none other that Emma Swan.

Killian was more than a little proud of himself, the woman had always prided herself on being independent and hard to win over. His second thought, however, was that Charming was probably going to remove his other hand the next time he saw him. Realising that the woman probably wouldn’t be as forward as she had been the night before, Killian dressed quietly, sneaking out of the room and on to the deck of the ship before she could wake, to avoid any unnecessary embarrassment on her part.

The movement beside her is what drew Emma awake, the blonde unusually stubborn today as she tried to deny the glow of sun behind her eyelids. Normally after a one-nighter she’d have popped up after an hour or two of rest and snuck on back home before the rest of the world could see her sneaking about. It also avoided the awkward morning after with telling the man she had no plans to repeat. Although Killian was different, the flirtation between them in the weeks prior about the closest she came to dating someone. 

When she finally fully woke, the room was empty, though his spot on the bed still held some warmth. She groggily looked around, collecting her clothes and putting them on. The shredded undergarment earned a playful scowl as she shoved it into her jeans pocket before trying to fix her hair. The soft rocking of the ship was to blame for her sleeping-- so she decided, easier to think it was the ship’s fault and not that she may have had too much or regret her choices. Once she felt somewhat human she moved to the door, opening it to the crisp morning air as she moved to the deck. 

Part of her was thankful he’d given her the space, seeing him across the way to access his ship. She’d not bothered to think on what to say to him, unsure how much of last night’s talking and flirting lingered with the rum gone. “Morning,” she offered up, figuring it was innocent enough as her hands softly burrowed into her pockets.

[emmanohomoswan-blog]

"Knock knock"

Put “Knock Knock” in my inbox. I’ll use a random number generator and respond to…

19. Your character walking in on mine masturbating.

@amorecolourfulmoniker

It was the first time in weeks that Emma had the loft all to herself. Her parents were at work, Henry was at school, Killian was spending time on the Jolly Roger, and she had a much needed day off from work.

With all the coming and going of everyone and all the monsters they were constantly fighting she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been able to have a moment alone with Killian. That was what had led to her stripping down and relaxing in her bed as soon as she was sure she was alone.

Her hands were between her legs, fucking herself and rubbing her clit. She was panting and right on the edge of her orgasm when she heard someone coming up the stairs. She quickly pulled her hands back and pulled the sheet up to cover herself. “Killian.” She breathed when she saw who it was. “What are you doing home?”

[emmanohomoswan-blog]

@amorecolourfulmoniker continued from [x]

Emery knew it was a bad idea when his parents suggested he and Killian go off on their own to work on the bridge. He could never resist the advances of the other man. There was no protesting from him when Killian’s hands had wandered or when their clothes were discarded. Emery grunted as Killian pressed him against the truck. He was aching for the other man and hearing his voice in his ear only increased his need. “Yes. It turns me on knowing anyone could see the pirate fucking the sheriff out in the open.”