#you come for killian jones i come for you

[ouatsnark]

When Regina stans try to gaslight

Killian isn't wrong. That Emma isn't HERE in this scene.

Regina doesn't know that Emma is still THERE. She's said otherwise prior to this.

In this scene, Regina is accusing Emma of calling the Fury. She wants Emma to save her handbag (Robin). Oh yeah that sounds like someone who really believes and loves Emma...

I mean the only reason Regina is speaking to Emma, by her own admission, is to get her to call off the fury.

The Truth:

For more truth bombs on this subject please visit the below post.

[kimmycup]

Girls don't want a prince Charming, girls want Captain Hook.

[disneyfanatic1993]

🪝CaptainSwan🦢

I was looking up references of a specific room in Arendelle’s castle from season 4 of “Once Upon A Time,” and it just reminded me of how much I miss these two… 🥺😫

(I had to play around with Killian’s stubble quite a bit, because he kept looking like Tony Stark 🤣🤣🤣)

[glittter-skeleton]

Hello OUAT fandom, I bring you Emma’s emotional cheating in s4

[gayassdbz]

Season 2 killian is a fucking different breed I need him so bad

[smiletimeisrunningout]

one of those 'nothing has prompted this except me opening new verses and I'm anxious about people thinking I'm godmodding vs me unnecessarily weakening her to make people happy' posts about Emma's fighting skills:

-princess Emma, fantasy or historical, has been exercising from age 6 to 14, then officially training from 14 to 18, then aggressively training from then on as well as, from age 18 to now (30?) going out to fight in the field, which means not only severe fighting training with both swords and hand-to-hand combat but actual field experiences, which adds the whole 'dirty fighting/knowing tricks/actually knowing what she's doing' to the potential good form that she can ditch as needed. We are talking about 24 years of general training and exercising, of which 16 were of official training, 12 of severe training and field experience.

-modern Emma was always very athletic, playing sports and exercising, but not training to fight until nearly 18 when she took on various arts. From age 20 to now (30?) she went on to properly fight, especially in verses where she goes vigilante, but in general, and therefore has 10+ years of experience plus several of more rigid training. Also, guns, but mostly hand-to-hand. So ten years of training AND field experience.

so if your muse has less experience in the field/isn't properly trained and fighting randomly/is trained but not in hand-to-hand combat/is very strong but not trained or doesn't have actual serious experience, it's unlikely they'll win against Emma. In fact, if your muse is a muscular man who gets in a fight every now and then and that's all, they will immediately lose.

Keeping in mind factors such as luck/body type and what's their training and expertise of course. I feel like it's realistic, she earned it, she's not just being Special, but I cannot stand when in shows a woman is weaker regardless of experience and training just because the man is muscular. If unsure, ask and we'll plot.

[killianxswan]

oof this victim blaming is just not it!

milah was clearly trapped in a marriage that she wasn’t happy in. she told rumple straight to his face she never loved him (and then he promptly ripped her heart out, totally deserving of a prize ! ). it is made very clear every time we are shown flashbacks of bae’s early life that fighting for glory in the ogre wars (and facing certain death) was considered the courageous duty of any honorable man. maybe you consider it honorable that he found a self harm loophole but i certainly don’t !

killian and milah’s first meeting shows the audience point blank everything she wants in a man that rumple is not. the woman wanted to be desired, protected, and seeks adventure, and SHE’S the bad guy? double standard. and don’t start on “she has a duty to stay with the father of her child”, because we already know that’s not accepted here.

sorry i could go on, but i’m still stuck on “he deserves a prize” for crippling himself to go home to bae? was that worth it to let him fall through a portal all alone all those years later because he was too afraid of a teensy weensy dagger? be serious.

Rumpelstiltskin's first wife, Milah, was an emotionally abusive asshole. Like he fucking crippled himself so that he could be there for his kid and that's a bad thing? Fuck that noise, he deserves a fucking prize.

[moonyswritinq]

black swan — killian jones x male reader

❝ BLACK SWAN ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Killian Jones was no stranger to using his charms in order to woo beautiful women, Emma Swan being no exception. You couldn’t stand the sight of him flirting shamelessly with your sister, purely for brotherly reasons, so you decide to tell him off. What you didn’t know, was that his eye had been drawn to you the moment he saw you.

PAIRING ➢ killian jones x brother!Swan male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ season 2 & 3 spoilers, sort of one-sided rivals to lovers, tension, kissing, making out, harsh language, guys flirting, insults as flirting, threats

WORD COUNT ➢ 2.4 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ I wrote this because I read another similar fic and, no hate to that author, but I wanted to write it better and so that it would be more to my satisfaction. Also, I am well aware of all the requests I still have yet to do, but I fell into a OUAT hole and now I’m here.

MASTERLIST, TAGLIST

Killian Jones finding a woman attractive was nothing special. He’s had his fair share of dalliances over the years. Ever since what happened to Milah, Killian was in no hurry to find the so-called “true love” and settle down. His never-ending adventures at sea kept him plenty occupied—and so did his hunt for his Crocodile.

It was no surprise then that the woman named Emma Swan would draw his eye. She was just his type: bold, determined, and a natural leader. His interactions with her in the Enchanted Forest left him intrigued, and his curiosity of her only grew when they returned to Storybrooke and defeated Cora together. He expected his infatuation with Emma to grow the more time he spent with her, but what he was not expecting, was you to catch his eye instead.

The son of Prince Charming and Snow White, brought to a world without magic together with Emma as babies, put into a foster home. Despite all your bad luck as children, your inability in finding a place to call home, at least you managed to stay together. And as Henry brought her back to Storybrooke to break the curse, you followed with. You weren’t a Saviour like her, not by a long shot. But you did have your own skills and abilities, something that came with being a devilishly cunning detective. However much she hated to admit it, Emma would oftentimes turn to you for help in hunting down a bounty. A difficult bounty for her meant an afternoon of idle searching for you.

You never turned down an opportunity to tease her about it and she never hesitated to roll her eyes at you. Nonetheless, you felt incredible protective of her. You may just have been a few minutes older than her, but that didn’t stop you from putting on the big brother act—something she didn’t always appreciate.

Which is why, when you saw a certain pirate unashamedly flirting with her, those brotherly instincts kicked in immediately. You knew Hook was helping your family in getting Henry back from Neverland, providing passage on his ship, the Jolly Roger, and offering his being a guide on the island. But those facts did not give him the right to flirt with your sister.

You had already been at odds with the man when, at your arrival to the island, the ship was attacked by  a school of mermaids. Hook had stumbled in your direction and taken hold of the most stable thing closest to him—which happened to be you. His hand had gripped your waist, his hook coming to your chest as he fell against you. The closeness of his breath stirred something within you, something not entirely uncomfortable. Of course, it was not his fault that the ship veered to the side and that you had been closest to him when he stumbled, but that didn’t stop you from pushing him away from you the moment the ship steadied.

“My apologies,” he said, quite out of breath. His blue eyes were remarkably clear in the moonlight. “I usually offer a drink before getting so close to someone.”

Your glare was your only answer.

“I don’t believe we have been properly introduced.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You looked at it uncertainly.

“I’m Emma’s brother,” you said simply.

His eyebrow raised. “So you must be the infamous town sheriff y/n Swan. I s’pose good looks do run in the family.”

You began to scoff, but then your brain was able to fully comprehend his words. “I never told you my name.”

Hook glanced away, his confident smirk faltering. He cleared his throat. “I may have, er, asked someone for it.”

You shifted your head to meet his eye. “Someone?”

He let out a sigh. “I wanted to know who the handsome man that was traveling with us is, so yeah, I asked around. Really, you should be flattered.”

You scoffed at the grin that flashed across his face and turned on your heel. Like you’d said—shameless flirt.

Later, while searching Neal’s hideout, you watched him flash that same grin when talking to Emma. He stepped much closer, leaning towards her. You couldn’t stomach watching it. And you told yourself it was because she deserved better than a good-for-nothing scoundrel like him. No other reason.

So you watched from afar, leaned against the cave walls, as Hook winked at your sister. Emma glared at him, unimpressed. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about her falling for his charms. She was much too clever for that. You saw her walk away from him, away from the hand that he had reached forward to her and you smiled with grim satisfaction. But before you could step forwards, out of the shadows, David had approached Hook.

“Let me give you a bit of advice, Hook,” he said. “She’s never gonna like you.”

Hooks eyebrows shot into the air. “Is that so?”

“How could she?” David’s voice was laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a pirate.”

He seemed to want to reply, but nothing came out, and David walked away. Hook’s gaze followed him, his hand running down his face.

“He’s right, y’know,” you said, stepping forward.

A low growl slipped from his throat, Hook turning to face you. He looked almost crestfallen. “Can I not get enough of your bloody family?”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “And here I was thinking you’d be glad to see me.”

Hook let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, I am very glad, love.”

“There’s that charm of yours,” you remarked humourlessly.

He smiled cheekily. “Doesn’t seem to be working on your sister, though.”

“Yeah,” you hummed. Step after step brought you closer to the pirate. You watched him closely, noting the way his eyes jumped over your figure. “Speaking of, we need to have a chat.”

He nodded absentmindedly, raising his finger to rub against his lips. The movement drew your eye to them. You knew he had noticed your gaze before you managed to tear it away when his lips curled into a smirk. You rolled your eyes. Goddamned pirate.

“If you’re going to stare at me like that, I’m going to get some mixed signals, love.” His voice was as smug and sweet as honey, only managing in irritating you more.

You were not known to be calm and level-headed. Anyone who was close to you knew to keep away when your anger threatened to burst, like an erupting volcano. Emma had once stolen one of your favourite pencils as a child and you had gotten back at her by spilling ink all over her favourite stuffed animal. But Hook did not know you well enough. He smiled sweetly.

Two steps forward and you were stood right in front of him, pressing against his chest. Rum and leather and sea salt filled your nose. The smell of him was overpowering and intoxicating all at once. You pressed one arm against his throat, pushing him back against the cave wall, the other bracing yourself against it. He grunted at the impact, groaning in displeasure, before meeting your gaze steadily.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

The words growled out of your throat, through your gritted teeth. “Stay away from Emma, got it?”

“You may have gotten the good looks of your family. Not the manners, though,” he said lazily.

You cocked your head. “No, that is more my parents’ style.”

“You do have more of a bite than them,” he said. Then he tilted his head, as if in thought. “Huh, well, aren’t you a dark Swan, love? Or do you prefer Black Swan?”

Your brows knit together but you chose to ignore his words. Instead, you said, “I do agree with David that Emma will never fall for you, so you might as well give up now.”

Hook’s eyebrow raised. “If you’re so sure she won’t fall for me, why even bother threatening me? Surely, my flirting must be harmless.”

Your brows knitted together in suspicion. His eyes were annoyingly blue, piercing straight into yours. “Just leave her alone, Hook.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“My flirting with her.” He leant forward a bit, throat straining against your arm. “Swan, are you jealous?”

You opened your mouth to protest. You? Jealous? Ridiculous. Then you noticed that his lips had curled into a cheeky smirk. “No,” you bit out.

Hook blinked, raising an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Heard you were quite the detective out in the Land of No Magic.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Yeah, so?”

He simply hummed, head falling back against the stone walls. His eyes traveled across your figure before jumping up to meet your gaze through his lidded eyes, something unintelligible in those swirls of blue. You ignored the warmth that pooled in your stomach at the sight of him like that.

“I will leave her alone,” he said calmly. “You have my word.”

You tried to detect the mischievous thoughts that were surely lying behind his eyes, but came up empty. You had no idea if he was telling the truth or not, but you let him go and stepped back in one swift moment. He cleared his throat, rubbing one hand across his collarbone.

“Fine,” you said, glancing away from his steely gaze. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself then, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Shall we?” Hook asked, gesturing to where the others had gone.

“Yeah,” you said simply, walking past him briskly.

You didn’t know what had suddenly overcome you or why you were now so uncomfortable in Hook’s presence. For the rest of that day, every time you glanced in his direction to make sure he was heeding your words of staying away from Emma—to which he did—you felt as if your nerves were standing on end. And on occasion, when he happened to be glancing your way as well and your eyes met, you felt shivers travel down your body, forcing you to break his eye contact. You thought you could see a smirk playing across his lips in those moments, but you chose to ignore him.

That same evening, you had found out David and Hook been ambushed by the Lost Boys. Apparently, Captain Hook had risked his life saving David from a poisonous arrow with Nightshade on it. You almost wanted to laugh at the idea of Hook doing something so heroic, but at the sight of David’s serious face you merely took a swig of the offered flask, like the others. You caught his eye right before he turned and stepped away from the others. You followed him behind a tree.

“I heard what you did for David,” you said. He stopped and turned to face you. “Thank you, Killian.”

His smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t leave your father to perish on this island.”

You nodded, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eye. “I must ask, did you do it to get in my sister’s good graces?”

“I thought you weren’t jealous.” His eyebrow raised.

“Answer the question,” you bit out.

His smile dropped as he met your gaze. “No, I didn’t do it for her. I did it for you. And because it was the right thing to do.”

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you. “So now you’re all righteous, huh?”

Hook cocked his head. “I’ve always been chivalrous,” he said. “And, well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that getting your father killed would not help my courting you.”

You chose to ignore those last few words, your smile holding no warmth. “You’re right. You are no genius,” you said.

 “This doesn’t sound like a thank you,” Hook remarked, raising his eyebrows.

You let out a sigh, looking down at the ground beneath your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He scratched the nape of his neck. “Perhaps you could show me some gratitude to make it up to me.”

His gaze was dark underneath his eyelashes, his lips curling into a smirk. You thought you knew what he was implying. You wouldn’t let him get off that easily, though.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “That was what the ’thank you’ was for.”

“Mmm,” Hook hummed. He took a step closer, so close now you could count his eyelashes. “Is that all your father’s life is worth to you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please, you couldn’t handle it.”

“Perhaps,” he whispered, face leaning much closer to you. You could feel his breath against your skin. “It’s you who couldn’t handle it.”

Your eyes jumped between his, then to his lips. Those damned lips, curled into that damned smile. Oh Gods, why did you have to be attractive to a pirate. Without leaving any time for you to think your actions through, you took ahold of his jacket and pulled his face towards yours.

Hook let out a surprised gasp, which you swallowed into the kiss. He dragged himself closer, hand clinging to your waist. You felt his chest press hard against you as his lips moved against yours. It was harsh, quick, and angry—just like your feelings for him.

The warmth in your stomach deepened as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. One hand made its way into his dark hair, pulling lightly against it. He let out a deep moan at the movement, his eyes shooting open and lips pulling away for a moment.

You smiled at the sight of him, red-lipped, cheeks flushed and eyes full of desire. “Too harsh for you, captain?”

He groaned at your words, capturing your lips once more. His hook was pressing your waist against his as his hand grabbed your neck, bringing you into him. He was truly and well intoxicating.

Hook pulled away again, breath coming out in short bursts. “So I’m not good enough for your sister, but I’m good enough for you.”

You cocked your head and shrugged. “I’m not as good as she is.”

He smiled into the kiss when you pulled him closer again. His teeth captured your bottom lip lightly, but the feeling made a smile of your own erupt across your face.

“I don’t know,” Hook said. “I think you’re pretty good.”

“Killian.”

“My name has never sounded sweeter.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smile still playing across your lips.

“With pleasure,” he murmured while pulling you close again.

Tag list: @a-gay-dumbass @eunxhan @loverclear @shobolanya @edit-me-prettyplease @bookholichany @scriblezz

[shelbgrey]

✨POOKIE✨ can you conjure up a fic of the very lovely very handsome very shrexy lip biting man also known as Killian Jones? Get that steamy boat time in his bedroom on the Rolly Joger. He’s a pirate so…😳🫣give that man some rope cause he knows how to tie a knot alright😏 also get that bed tapping. He got accent…a hot as hell accent, get it all deep and raspy then you can sign me the hell up. Man can hook me in numerous ways, I’d thank him🫢😳😏

Smut fic with Killan Jones

Paring: Killian Jones x reader

Summary: Smut with captian hook

Warrings: SMUT, gn!reader, bondage, Dirty talk?, desk sex, unprotected sex, rough-ish sex?, getting it from behind.

MasterList

“what should we do with them Capitan?” a crew member grunted as the 'trespasser' wiggled and struggled in the grasp of the pirate's grasp. Y/n fought, kicking and clawing at the dirty man, and no matter how much it hurt the man he didn't let go.

“take our prisoner to my chambers, then I'll decide what I should do with them” Killian commanded.

The pirate nodded and dragged y/n down to the lower part of the jolly Roger, he tossed y/n into Killian's private part of the ship and grabed some rope. Before they could get to far the pirate forced y/n's arms behind their back and tied their wrist together. Y/n snatched their arms out of his grasp and tired to make a run for it. The pirate just snarled and pushed them back it on the room, locking it so they couldn't escape. Moments later the sounds of boots aproching the room filled their ears. Y/n perked up and tired to think of an escape plane quickly, before the plan could be formed the door flew open revealing a tall handsom pirate with blue eyes and black hair. Y/n looked down at this left hand, It was a hook. They now knew who's ship they were on.

He had a wicked grin as he walked towards y/n. His muscular form, encased in leather armor. He had a look of power in his eyes. “I usually don’t allow trespassers to live, but you’re quite beautiful”

Y/n's had nothing but fire in their eyes, staring at the pirate. They showed no fear. “Whatever you're gonna do, might as well do it… On Second thought why don't you just kill me and get it over with”

Killian leans in, whispering menacingly against their neck sending shivers down their spine. “I can think of a few ways you can convince me to let you live”

Y/n stepped back, standing their ground. The pirate's gaze was intimidating, but they didn't let it show how much it affected them. Y/n stepped back till their body hit a table with a large map on it. Y/n's hands had been tied behind their back from when the crew abducted them, y/n had barely kept their balance when she was bound then thrown in the small room.

Killian chuckled darkly when he saw the daring look in y/n's eyes. Y/n stood their ground watching his every move. Killian moved closer, leaving very little room between them. He had a devilish grin as he stared down at his prisoner. He reached out and ran the side of his hook down y/n’s cheek, tracing the line of their jaw. The metal was cold and intimidating “you've got fire…”

Y/n's heart pounded when the hook that replaced his hand ran cold down their cheek. Y/n had heard too many stories about that hook. They leaned back further against the table, keeping their eyes stony, staring into his eyes. “if your looking for gold I don't have it, I have nothing to offer you”

Killian let out a dark chuckle at y/n's comment, he stepped closer still so that his body was pressed against theirs. His free hand slid around their waist, his rings felt cold against their skin. He pulled y/n's body flush against him. I think we can come to an arrangement…”

“And what is that?” y/n asked, not amused.

Y/n shivered as his hook trailed up their thigh, the metal was cold against the hot skin of their inner thigh. “What do you want, Capitan?”

“I think you know what I want…” Killian chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against their neck, nipping at y/n’s skin, leaving marks. Their cheeks became crimson and their heart raced when his lips and the scruff of his beard brushed against the sensitive skin.

Y/n bit their lip, trying not to show the effect the pirate had on them, Killian grinned at the resistance they had. his eyes were darkening with desire when he stared at them. He ran his free hand through y/n's hair, pulling their head back slightly to expose their neck further. “It seems like you're already starting to fall under my spell…”

“You wish…” Y/n argued back, lying to both him and themself. Their heart was pounding and if their hands weren't still tied, y/n knew deep down they'd be grabbing for any part of him or that leather coat they could reach.

Killian chuckled darkly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on y/n’s neck. He pressed the curved end of his hook against the middle of their collarbone and slowly trailed it down their chest then slipped between their legs. Y/n's breath hitched as he rubbed slow circles against their clothed sex through the thin fabric of their pants. “if you want me to stop I will, you have my word… If not there's no turning back”

y/n shuttered and quickly nodded, their mind working over time and was too cought up in the moment to form a proper awnser. Killian's grin widened as he saw the submission in y/n’s eyes. He leaned in, his lips claiming their's in a fierce kiss that left them breathless. Y/n lost balance momentarily, but the desk that was behind them didn't let the fall happen.

Killian pulled away from their lips, whispering as he stared into their eyes. his hand slipping under their shirt to rub against their bare skin, the cold rings that were wrapped around his fingers made y/n shiver. “turn around, bend over the desk.” He nipped at their bottom lip, demanding there obedience.

y/n didn't understand why they responded so quickly. They leaned forward and pressed a quick soft kiss against his lips before submitting to his command and bending over his desk, her ass and tied wrists now pointing towrds him.

Killian smirked as he watched y/n bend over his desk, their ass on display for him. He walked around to stand behind them, his hard cock pressing against their as through his pants. He Hooked his hook on the part of the rope between y/n's wrists, securing them between the desk and his body. y/n got inpacent and pressed their ass against his hardened erection.

Killian growled, his hands moving to grip y/n's hips roughly. He lifted them up slightly, pushing their legs apart with his own. His other hand came down, slapping against her ass hard enough to sting. “don't move”

A shiver ran down y/n's spine as Killian forced their pants down their thighs. Killian groaned, moving his hand to wrap it around his hard erection. He went slow just to tease as he guiding it towards y/n's wet entrance. Y/n's moans encouraged his fast, rough movements as he thrust forward, pushing into y/n's ass with a groan of satisfaction. “Bloddy hell, your perfect”

His thrusts became more forceful, punctuated by harsh grunts of pleasure. He leaned his arm next to y/n, his free hand gripping the desk tightly for balance. “I'm going to make you scream my name, Love”

y/n pressed their forehead against the wooden table as Killian thrusted roughly, stretching them out. “Killian…” they moaned.

Killian groaned at the noises they made as he continued to fuck y/n from behind. fingers gripped their hip tightly as he pushed forward. His breath was ragged against their neck as his hips pistoned back and forth, driving into y/n with force. Y/n's skin felt like it was on fire and they could no longer control the noises that fell from their lips.

"Hell... You like this, don't you?" His voice was raspy and full of lust. He looped his Hook on the rope that binded y/n's wrists and tugged them up. Their back was pressed against his chest and he captured their mouth in a searing hot kiss. He forced y/n against the desk again, but didn't bend them down like last time just continued to pound into them.

“fuck, feels so good” y/n moaned.

“That's it, moan for me…” Killian's words were lost in a string of curses and moans as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. His thrusts became more erratic, each one hitting y/n's sweet spot perfectly.

“killian!” y/n's moans became higher and more desperate, their heart was pounding and they felt themselves about ready to fall over the edge as the knot in their stomach got tighter. “Damn, I'm close”

Killian panted heavily as he thrust into y/n one final time, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He held onto y/n tightly, feeling his release pulse through him as he growled out his satisfaction. “Fuck... Fucking perfect…”

feeling Killian's release within them, y/n cried out in pleasure as they came as well, their head fell back in pleasure against killian's shoulder as their whole body shaked with the force of it. As they leaned back against him, their chest heaving up and down as they caught their breath “your so perfect, Love”

Killian gently pulled out of y/n, his cock slippery with their combined fluids. He turned them around, pulling them into a warm embrace. His fingers traced gentle patterns on y/n's back as he kissed their forehead. “I've got you” he whispered as he reached behind them and untied their wrists.

“here, let's get you somewhere more comfortable” he murmured, kissing y/n's forehead again before carrying them over to the small leather couch that was in his room. He laid them down gently, his eyes never leaving their face as he brushed some hair out of her face. His fingers tracing gentle patterns on their cheek before pulling the covers up around them, letting them rest. “your no longer a trespasser… if you decide to stay a bored my ship you can guarantee protection from me and the crew”

Y/n smiled softly, their eyes getting heavy. “I'd like that..”

[wpdarlingpan]

Could we get something with Yandere ouat Peter? Preferably gender-neutral or nb reader.

An idea I had is maybe Hook has a kid, so the character would have grown up in Neverland. I think maybe a platonic Yandere Peter would be v interesting, where he maybe tries to interact with reader as a ‘cool older brother’ sort of figure, despite the fact that reader very much knows exactly who he is and that he’s dangerous. Romantic would be fine too though!

Thank you so much for the request! I apologize it took so long and I have not written in a while so I hope it's okay!

I loved this idea so I had to see how it'll play out. I did the platonic version and although I did use Y/N and made them gender-neutral, I wrote they were 17 for the story's sake. I often have Peter refer to them as a child because in his mind he feels the need to take care of and protect them.

I am considering a part two if people like this idea enough, maybe taking place when the Storybrooke residents arrive.

Warning: Yandere Behavior

Word Count: 2886

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The Love Of A Brother

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The day Killian Jones, otherwise known by his more colorful moniker Hook, came to Neverland was a day he would never forget.

He had many men aboard, each desiring to never grow old until they wished. They all had been warned about the dangers that lurk within the water and upon the soil of Neverland but the idea of dying from old age was a more terrifying feat to them.

However, one person had little choice in the matter, as they were still somewhat forced to come to Neverland.

Captain Hook's kid, Y/N.

After the day Mila died it was up to him to become a single parent. Overall he was rather good at it. Always telling stories so that they would be able to sleep at night or sitting by their bedside when they had gotten a cold. But, no matter how much love they held for each other, Killian could not stop going after the man who killed his wife and the mother of his child.

Y/N was 17 the day they had arrived in Neverland and would remain so until the day they left.

This was not a decision Hook made lightly. Bringing the person he cared for more than anyone into the hellish landscape wasn't something he'd wish on his worst enemy (other than Rumpelstiltskin) but the idea of leaving them with no idea when he would return hurt even more.

So he created the rules.

Do not leave the boat without permission.

Do not ever interact with Peter Pan or his shadow.

Avoid the Lost Boys.

"Who is Peter Pan?" They asked their father as the Jolly Roger settled after coming through the portal to Neverland.

"A bloody demon." He responded looking at the dark island as it neared.

Hook began telling the stories that he knew. Even sharing how he had met Peter Pan in the first place. Albeit leaving out what happened to his brother as he blamed himself as well as Pan for the tragedy.

Pan knew he was arriving on the island. Hook riskily contacted him through his shadow to come to a truce before being allowed to arrive on the island.

But there was a little thing Hook had forgotten to mention.

His child.

He had hoped that if none of the inhabitants of the island knew their relation, with Peter assuming they were deckhands or something, they wouldn't be targeted if Peter got bored or wanted to play a game.

But the resemblance was noticeable from the first meeting.

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As the boat docked onto shore to make an initial supply run, Hook kept Y/N close. Half of the crew, including the two of them, walked carefully through the jungle, avoiding every thorn they came across.

But the real danger was just up ahead. After all, Peter Pan wouldn't be a polite host if he didn't welcome his guests.

The second the pirates entered a clearing they were surrounded by the sound of rustles as the leaves moved around the edge of the clearing and a figure appeared about 20 feet ahead on the other end.

Hook froze, he knew he should have expected him to show himself this early, but a part of him had hoped he wouldn't, not yet at least.

Y/N held onto their bow and arrows tightly as they observed the boy up ahead who looked just a little older than them. Judging by the way he held the spotlight, they had to assume this was Peter Pan.

"Look what we have here, I didn't expect to see you on the island this quickly. I mean after what had happened last time you were here, the idea of returning so willingly was unexpected, Captain." Peter spoke as he neared the group, the Lost Boys forming a circle around them to prevent anyone from running.

Peter inspected the group as they each held some form of weapon. Be it a dagger, sword, or even one with a bow and arrow.

He neared the one with the bow and arrow, the idea of figuring out what else made them so different lingered in his mind. Peter stood closely in front of them, studying their appearance and the subtle yet noticeable looks towards the direction of Hook.

This is when something had clicked.

His brain was no longer assessing the group as a whole or messing with the Captain. His thoughts were reserved for only them. The way they were trying to hide their shaking hands and the way they held onto the bow tighter the closer he got. The shine of their eyes as they looked at him almost like a frightened deer.

He could recognize a scared child anywhere and this time he didn't want it to be his fault. It was like an instinct of protection filled his black heart. Their fearful yet innocent gaze was embedded into his soul. Someone like this simply couldn't live with harsh pirates.

He reached a hand out towards them but Hook stepped in the way. His gaze was harsh yet Peter could easily detect the fear hidden in them. For himself or the child, he wasn't sure.

Peter smirked at Captain Hook as he realized why they had looked so familiar now seeing the similarities in their features and hair color. He had been to distracted by the odd feeling of protection and familiarity to even acknowledge the finding.

"You have a child? My you got busy after leaving last time." He teased as he glanced around the man to see them standing there, their gaze locked onto the ground.

"Stay away from them or so help me you will have wished-" Hook began to say before Peter cut him off.

"You'll do what? Let me remind you, you're here because I allow it. You eat the island's food only because I allow it. You only live because I have use for you yet." He threatened motioning his hand for the Lost Boys to run away.

Y/N took a sigh of relief as the group dispersed but their worry would still remain until Peter was out of their sight. The ideas of the horrors they were told, all of which could happen to them just by being in his presence, filled their anxious mind.

Peter stared at Hook seriously before sending a look and a playful wink toward Y/N, hoping to make them less afraid.

"I'll see you soon." He commented staring directly into their eyes before disappearing.

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Apparently soon meant a few days.

It first began when Y/N was laying on deck, watching the stars when someone appeared next to them and laid down on the spare part of the blanket.

“The stars are beautiful aren’t they?” He spoke as if lying on the ground next to them wasn’t an unusual occurrence.

Y/N was silent, trying to hide the fact they were afraid. The unknowing was terrible, the idea that their father was fast asleep, probably passed out from exhaustion at that, was nerve-wracking as they could not call for help.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me.” Pan said genuinely, staring at the side of their face as he admired their courage to hide their fear.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You have a reputation you know. I’m sure you could get rid of me in a heartbeat.” Y/N was nervous now, it audibly showed through the small stutter that sounded in their sentence.

“That doesn’t mean I want to… Do you know why I’ve brought all these boys to the island?”

“Because they’re lost?”

“Because no one deserves to feel alone.”

Peter Pan believed that because Y/N was an only child who spent their whole life traveling the seas, that they had to be lonely. They are constantly moving and never staying in one place, let alone with people their age.

Then their father, he’s a pirate with a drinking problem who is so obsessed with revenge that even though he is protective and loves his child, Peter couldn’t tell you which the man valued more.

Revenge or love?

If Peter were to take her right now, he could be their older brother. Someone who takes care of their little sibling in the face of everything like heartbreak, anxiety, everything that would make them feel anything other than happiness.

Y/N would be his sibling. He’d be their only brother.

Being an older brother to Y/N sounded perfect to him.

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Their next encounter was when they had been sitting on the edge of the beach as the Jolly Roger was anchored nearby.

Y/N's father had allowed them to hang out along the shore alone.

The captain and crewmates were planning on staying on the edge of the jungle that was Neverland. He had figured they would be okay for a couple hours and that he could hear if they needed anything.

He knew the dangers that posed leaving them there alone but he thought they would be cornered again the second they entered the tree line so there really wasn’t anywhere ‘safe’ at the moment.

That’s how he rationalized it at least.

But when Peter saw them sitting alone on the shore, the mermaids moving closer by the second, he saw Hook as irresponsible and unfit to care for Y/N.

He quickly approached them, the sight of him causing the mermaids to swim away quickly, realizing that was not someone they wanted to lure in.

“Y/N.” Peter said as he approached, sitting in the sand next to them.

“What are you doing?” They spoke questioningly “I thought you would be bothering my father and his crew.”

“Is that what he counted on. Me leaving you alone as they frolicked or whatever they are doing in the jungle? Is that why he left you here defenseless?” He replied getting more confident that Killian wasn’t fit to take care of Y/N.

“I don’t like what you’re accusing him of.” Y/N replied, glaring at Pan in front of them but if anything it was adorable.

He raised his hands jokingly as if he actually felt threatened by them.

“I’m just saying, he knows the dangers of this island. If it’s not me, it’s the lost boys, then the Dreamshade, and as you almost realized, the mermaids.” Peter counted off making Y/N realize what the subtle splashing noise they heard was. “He shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“I’m 17. I can take care of myself for a few hours.” They argued, much like if they were telling their older sibling they didn’t need to be babysat.

“Sure you can. But you don’t need to when I’m here.”

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From then on he would appear randomly whenever he knew Y/N was alone.

When they weren’t, he was silently protecting them from the shadows.

If we’re sketching in their room? He’d sit next to them silently, allowing them to focus. Meanwhile he was busy admiring their skills even if it was a simple picture of the sky.

They volunteered to go look for some more supplies on the island?

They mysteriously got separated from the group for a few hours.

He took them saying ‘I can take care of myself for a few hours’ rather literally. In those few hours, they got an entire tour of the main points of the island.

Even the camp.

Peter had them sit on his designated chair, introducing Y/N as their little sibling. Each of the boys came up to them and introducing themselves enthusiastically as the proposed all the fun games they could play if they were to stay.

Even when Y/N emphasized greatly that they couldn’t.

Each and every time.

When their birthday came around Peter gifted them a necklace, his initials were on the inside, to protect them from anyone who finds their way to the island.

Although he made sure to use his magic to conceal the necklace from the eyes of Hook.

Not that he cared about what the man thought, after all nothing would keep him from his little sibling.

Nothing.

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The day Peter had been preparing for came sooner than expected.

Hook had discovered a way to kill the dark one and his need for the island was gone. Meaning it was time to return back to the enchanted forest.

The crew had begun preparing to return back to the forest. Packing up their supplies and strapping down anything they had on deck to prepare for traveling through the portal.

Y/N was packing up anything loose in their room. They had mostly finished other than having to pack the rest of their art supplies.

“So you were just going to leave and not tell your older brother? I'm offended” Peter spoke appearing in their room and sitting on their bed.

In their deal, he had allowed Hook to leave once he had found a way to accomplish his goal.

That was before he had met Y/N.

“I was never going to say in Neverland. I was always going to leave. I don’t know what you were expecting.” Y/N spoke harshly trying to push him away.

They had to admit, after all this time spent with Peter, that it was hard to view him as some irredeemable demon. He comforted them when they had nightmares of their mother’s death, protected them from the mermaids, did their favorite activities with them (even if he was not really invited), and seemed to love them.

Peter knew they were just trying to protect themself from the pain of leaving so they lashed out. He could tell they were saddened at the thought of leaving him. This made him feel warm inside.

Y/N assumed they’d be fine once leaving Neverland, they would have to forget about Peter Pan and their life would go back to normal, well as normal as it gets.

Suddenly they heard approaching footsteps.

“Y/N? Are you ready to go? We are about to enter the portal now.” Killian called through the closed door, his eagerness to leave the island covering the fact that there was a muffled sound as he spoke. Hook was ecstatic, his time for revenge had come. His head was in the clouds as he ran over his plan over and over again. Causing him to not even think to just poke his head in to check on his child, just of the idea that the portal was closing any minute

The muffled noise was Peter whispering that he would not let Hook leave if they said anything other than that they were ready.

Y/N knew if they weren’t allowed to leave, their father would be devastated.

“Yes father, I’m ready!” They called back and the two listened as the man’s footsteps grew farther and farther away.

“You can’t leave Y/N. You’re my little sibling, I have to take care of you.” He spoke manipulatively the second Hook was out of distance.

“I have to. If it’s up to me, I’ll never leave my father. He raised me, he loves me! He will take care of me better than you ever can.” Y/N retorted, frustrated at the situation. Why wouldn't Peter just go away? They knew they cared for him, even just a little bit. But their father was very important to them. Even if he had been a little distracted while searching for revenge, they didn't feel his love any less.

A loving father or a over protective, self-proclaimed brother.

They knew which had meant more. They had made their choice, one they couldn't vocalize as Peter softly blew poppy dust into their face, causing them to pass out instantly.

“Then it isn’t up to you.” as he spoke “This is for your own good. I love you Y/N and I know you love me. You are better off at my side.”

He picked them up bridal style as he and Y/N disappeared off the boat and reappeared in the camp. All of their stuff appears on the ground off to the side of them.

"Welcome to your new home, Y/N"

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Hook had gone to Y/N’s cabin to check on them, the portal closing behind him as they could see the Enchanted Forest off in the distance.

He was eager to see his child, wanting to celebrate the idea of finally being able to avenge his wife and their mother. Hook knocked and didn’t hear an answer assuming they had been disoriented or hurt by the portal, he opened the door quickly.

But, he was met with an empty room and no Y/N.

He looked around for any signs frantically before he spotted a letter on the bed.

Hook,

You were always too focused on the idea of revenge that you neglected what was in front of you. You never deserved Y/N and you never will. Each time you left them alone, I was there. I comforted them, I protected them, and I loved them. Each thing is something you couldn't do while you searched for something you did not even know existed. Y/N will be better off without you.

I always wondered if you'd choose revenge over love.

I guess I have my answer.

Their brother,

Peter Pan

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Fuck pirating, the sea of baby fever is for me

Barbie dolls: Killian Hook Jones x pregnant reader

Word: 3.3K

Summary: you and Killian have a loving night of sex and few months later you find yourself trapped in the echo cave with only one secret: your pregnancy

Warning:aside from the pregnancy thing it's gender neutral, sex mentioned and extremely briefly described, Echo cave, cuz I like that episode, highly unlikely pregnancy but lets pretend it's just ovulation and Killian j has really great swimmers, suspend you disbelief for me 🙏, you're best friends w Emma, I don't think that's a warning but I felt it should be said, yeah and cursing that's it

Storybrooke was a lovely place to live. The townspeople were devoted to the community. Maybe it was because they were all fairytale creatures who couldn’t find full comfort in the modern world.

You came to town with Emma. A strange proposition from your friend and soon enough your bags were packed and you were sharing a new apartment with your closest friend who was in the middle of a custody battle, Adorbs.

 Through all the drama and struggles and threats to your safety, you were struggling to find peace in your daily life. As you met more and more of the characters you read about over a hundred times, you forgot how desensitized you were from crazy.

That was only furthered when you met a man with a hook and a ship. When his name fell from his lips you froze in place. Your brain worked double time to come to terms with that you unfortunately found the real-life Captain Hook. You almost laughed in his face, but you swallowed your thoughts of how absurd your life was and shook his hand. 

Even worse it was evident the attraction was mutual. He made far too many comments at you, though you never disliked it. You feigned annoyance, he even offered to stop. You stayed silent when he asked if you wanted him to stop. Hook chuckled and nodded, muttering about how it was exactly what he expected. You can only wander around town and run into him so many times before your resolve breaks. 

The final straw was so insanely boring and domestic you even disliked that it was your final straw. You and Emma were on your weekly grocery shopping trip. Emma couldn’t give up the reins of the cart, instead slapping your hands away. You took up the job of searching the list and dropping your items into the cart. Emma ranted to you about unsure sheriff problems, going into insane detail. She finished the story as you finished the first half of the list. She sighed and relaxed her face, erasing the almost perpetual wrinkle between her eyebrows. You gave her a comforting smile and patted her shoulder. You started explaining to her your struggles. You headed three feet away from the cart, getting Henry’s favorite cereal from the shelf. 

“Of course, I told Grumpy that. Of course, I was met with grumpiness. I just told him I would like him to stop leaving his coal dust all offer the diner tables. I told him we have a bathroom with a working sink and he told me I should shut up and work in the mines myself. I told him I’m not diminishing your work, I know you work very hard. Your work is the backbone of our town, however, you could wash your hands before-“ As you joined Emma at the cart, dropping the box in the cart, Hook decided your shopping was an open invitation. He stood at the foot of the cart, smiling at the both of you. Emma sighed and dropped her shoulders, leaning closer down to the cart. 

“Can we help you, Hook?” Emma asked. Hook ignored her, moving his eyes to you. He rolled his shoulders, straightening his back. He tucked his hook into his belt. 

“Are you busy this weekend?” Hook asked, still ignoring Emma’s protests of his nearby existence. You held your breath, trying to find the proper reaction in your mind. Your hand traveled under the cart and held onto Emma’s hand on the handle. 

“I just think we could enjoy a meal together.” Hook added, looking away from you as you continued to stare mouth agape at him. Emma’s hold on your hand tightened, trying to gain your attention. It did nothing. 

Your mind reeled trying to calculate what exactly was happening. Captain Hook from the fairy tale Peter Pan was asking you out on a date. Aside from the obvious glaring strangeness staring at you, it was startling anyway. You just assumed he was more of a flirt-and-do-nothing-about-it type and not like a flirt-and-actually-do-something-about-it type. Emma’s elbow quickly jutted out and right into your ribs. You groaned and released her hand. You pressed your palm into the spot where you suspected a bruise to be growing in a few hours. 

“Right, well. If you’re a little busy right now,  I can go. Obviously, you’re going through a little something now.” Hook muttered, taking a step back away from your basket. Your hand shot out towards him. 

“No, I'm free. All weekend actually.” You said, a little too eagerly for your liking. You released your rib, hiding your hands behind your back. Hook froze and stared at you for a moment which made your stomach twist. He nodded like he was finally accepting it. He left soon after giving you the details of when you were going to meet at Granny’s. You turned to Emma, finding her reading the nutrition facts of a jar of alfredo sauce 

“Did you know that alfredo sauce has 4% iron?” Emma muttered. You stared at her, finding your mind empty with responses. 

“Wow.” You whispered, letting her have her moment. Emma nodded and st the sauce back into the cart, pushing it forward again. ”You don’t have a reaction from what just happened?” You asked, glancing down at the list again. Emma snorted. 

“Oh please. He asked me for advice on how to ask you out. Not to mention the tension between you two is so dense, I can barely breathe.” Emma pulled down a bag of pita chips. You hummed, taking the bag out of her hands and throwing it into the cart. 

The date was the start of something fresh and freeing. Killian was charming and your laughs were so loud and constant Granny kept glancing over at your table. You didn’t notice, smiling at Killian so bright he forgot where he was. The food at Granny’s was always good but it was outshined by the warmth spreading between the two of you. His flirting was nothing like having his full attention. An entire evening dedicated to furthering the relationship between you two. 

You both awkwardly stood outside the door to Granny’s after, staring at each other. You thought through the night, choosing your next actions slowly. You smiled at Killian and shoved your hands in your pockets. 

“You don’t have roommates we don’t know about on your ship, do you?” You asked. Killian paused and stared at you with wide eyes. He shook his head. 

“No, why?” Killian asked, raising a brow at you. You pressed your lips together to hide the excitement growing. You held your arm out at him. Killian moved forward and hooked your elbows together. 

“Show me your ship, Killian.” You said, releasing your smile and showing him its full wattage. Killian let a short laugh, leading you towards the docks. 

Killian had an air about him that lured you in from the moment you met him. This was something entirely different. You moved together like you knew each other's next three moves. It was slow and yet not patronizing. He took his sweet time cherishing every inch of your body, pausing to stop and watch your reactions. You laughed through your date and giggled through your night. Killian seemed to quite enjoy kisses that turned into laughs against each other, doing everything in his power to give you your pleasure and humor. By the end of it, you two were so tuckered out you flopped next to each other and didn’t move or recognize each other’s existence until after you caught your breath. 

Killian turned his head to face you, still huffing. His hair was plastered to his forehead. He chuckled and gently patted your cheek. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his words still breathy. You nodded, laughing at his audacity to ask. 

“Yeah.” Killian nodded at your affirmation, sighing and flinging his arm out off the bedside. You sat up and took in your surroundings. You reapplied your mind to the real world, away from the warm and soft words of Killian’s attention. You scooted to the edge of the bed, pulling your underwear from the floor. Killian sat up, his hand brushing against your back. 

“Where are you off to? We haven’t even had the chance to discuss a round three?” Killian muttered, pressing a light kiss to your bare shoulder. You laughed at him, shaking your head in amusement. 

“Oh! You’re funny.” You replied, standing up to pull on your clothes. Killian whined, melting into the sheets where your body was. His hand reached out for you, dragging down your thigh to your knee. 

“Where could you possibly need to be that’s more important than my post-coital care, aye?” Killian asked still trying to grip onto you as you pulled up your pants. You shook your head, following the trail of his discarded black clothes. Killian groaned again as you left his circle of reach. 

“I just need to get home. I have to shower, dress for bed, debrief, drink some tea, brush my teeth, work on some things I didn't finish yesterday, and sleep. Unfortunately, I do believe to share a bed with you is to share a bed with temptation.” You found both your socks thank goodness. You almost lost the right one, finding it under his bed. Killian sat up and smiled proudly. 

“Well, we've already lusted. What's the harm in a little more?” Killian asked, grinning up at you. You leaned forward towards him, cupping his cheeks. You gently pecked his lips, lingering for a brief moment to give him a proper goodbye. You pulled back to find Killian’s eyes still shut and his chin pointed up in expectation for more. 

“Because I need my sleep. Though your offer is tempting. Goodnight, Killian.” You said, picking up your shoes and heading for his door. Killian hummed and returned your good night. 

The night between you two was held close to your heart as you continued to speak to Killian. You hadn't gone alone on another date but every accidental run-in was cheery.

A few weeks passed and you felt off. You had plenty of signs and you felt like you had left your marbles. You confided in Emma what you thought was happening and she was dragging you to the closest bathroom with a pregnancy test in hand. She kept the little pink plus sign under wraps as you pulled from Killian. 

You weren't sure what to do at all. You wanted to think and decide. You weren't sure if you wanted to even tell Killian. You weren't even sure if you were okay with Emma knowing. When she tucked you into her side and gently hummed you to sleep you were proud of your decision to tell her. 

You didn't get the chance to decide if you were going to tell Killian before you and Emma were rushing after Henry into Neverland. You followed her around as you and the rest of the group were dragged around after the red X on the map.

Still, you kept your distance from Killian. He tried to start a conversation with you, shooting a bad flirt at you that you would've groaned at before. You stayed silent, ignoring him entirely. Killian scoffed and left your side. You kept it out of your mind as you focused on Henry. 

Your stomach dropped when Killian explained the requirements of the Echo Cave. You froze in front of the entrance, your hand shooting out for Emma's. Killian noticed and hesitated before entering the cave. Emma stopped and joined you at your side. She held onto your hand, reassuring you as she pulled you into the cave.

First up was Killian. He stood at the ledge and turned around to face you. Mary-Margret sidestepped to stay out of the way. Your grip on Emma's hand tightened and she held you steady. Killian let out a sigh and raised his eyes to you. 

“I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to love after I lost Milah, and then I met you. I know we only went on one date but we both know it was a long time coming. I love you, I do.” Killian said. The cave shook as the stone bridge appeared, jutting out into the gap. You held onto Emma's arm as you both fell into each other.

The floor stabilized and you pulled back, huffing in frustration. Emma straightened up keeping her hand on yours. Killian tried to catch your eyes, staring into the side of your face. You couldn't face him, your mind was still rushing through his words. 

You weren't sure if he was being honest. Though the Cave thought he was so you suppose… 

You didn't want to spill your secret, you could see the outrageous reaction. David would probably chide you over your dangerous actions like you're his kid or something. You can already hear his words, fighting lost boys is no behavior for someone pregnant.

You turned your face away from Killian, leaning against Emma's shoulder. You stayed silent during Mary-Margaret and David's confessions. It wasn't your business truly. You swallowed down a gasp but kept your nose out of it. You thought maybe David would go easy on you for your dangerous activities today. If he didn't you could easily point out that he was walking around diseased during all your time in Neverland. 

You stared at the gap between the bridge and the ledge. There was space between the two large enough for one more secret. Emma needed this. You were doing this for her, and Henry. You hadn't released Emma's hand yet and you doubted you would be anytime soon. Emma nodded and gently rubbed your arm in reassurance. You turned around to face the group, trying to catch Killian's eyes through the unhappy couple. 

“Killian.” You whispered, already hearing the pain in your own voice. You didn't want to tell him like that. Not here in this cave. Not here on this island. Not here in front of this crowd. You wanted to go home.

The couple separated, spreading apart so you could see Killian. His mouth was parted and he froze in his place. You couldn't face or speak to him this entire trip and now that it was time to spill your secret you asked for him specifically. His mind reeled as he pieced together that you might finally tell him what he did wrong that caused your reaction. 

“I didn't want to tell you like this. I'm not even sure if I wanted to tell you, period. I think I wanted you to pack your things, get on your ship, and sail off into the sunset scot-free. I didn't want to face the chance of rejection when it came to your love. I can't stomach that. I just wanted to hide the truth so you could think I was just some strange individual who had no empathy for you. You could grow distaste for me and live freely on the sea, not chained down with me.” The cave stayed silent as you such in a breath to stabilize yourself. Mary Margaret had clutched onto her sleeve, staring at you intensely. David was watching Mary-Margaret, trying to figure out what she caught onto. Killian was starstruck. 

He hated to say it but you looked so gorgeous in this damn cave. He was confused and felt like he might lose his balance. Killian hated this cave. He hated this situation. He hated that you had to spill whatever secret you had in a place like this. He wanted you to tell him organically. He wanted you to explain it all to him on your own terms. Now your hand was forced. 

Emma dropped your hand and held onto your shoulder. She squeezed it and you let out an unsteady breath. You weren't going to cry on this god-forsaken island. You held Killian's eyes, you weren't going to break eye contact when you told him this. 

“I'm pregnant.” The air was sucked out of the cave as Mary-Margaret let out a quiet gasp. She clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes shooting to Killian's quickly. Killian froze, his body turning into a statue. David’s mouth opened, staring at you. Just as you opened your mouth to apologize for never telling Killian until now, the cave shook. You were tousled and fell into Emma. Mary-Margaret held onto the cave wall. David shot for her, trying to find comfort in his wife. Mary-Margret held onto him, her fingers digging into his arm.

 The floor stood solid. You slowly pulled from Emma's arms, looking at the bridge. It was complete, thank the stars. Emma released your shoulders from her hold and cupped your cheeks instead. 

“You'll be okay?” She whispered, her eyes slipping towards Killian for a brief second. You nodded quickly, shooing her down the bridge. She left you standing alone, heading for Neal’s cage. You awkwardly floated next to Killian, waiting for him to regain his bearings. He straightened up and turned to you quickly. Killian held onto your hand, letting your other hand hold on his wrist. Your fingers trailed along the edge of metal and skin, toying with his hook from nervousness. He stared into your eyes. 

“You're pregnant.” Killian’s voice was breathy, still laced with shock. You nodded, not positive your voice could stay steady.

“Why didn't you tell me? Why would you want me to leave you alone like this?” Killian asked. You hated the hurt in his voice, it made you feel nauseous. Your nausea reminded you of the morning sickness in store for you in a few months. You imagined comforting yourself after hunching over the toilet. Emma would help, of course she would but it's not the same as Killian. You thought of waking up in the middle of the night from kicking and having no one’s hand to press against the little foot. You shrugged. 

“I didn't want to hold you back from pirating or whatever it is that you get up to. A baby is a lifetime subscription, I didn't think you would want it like this. It's unexpected. Completely. We haven't even gone on a second date and now we've made an entirely new person.” you glanced away to see Mary-Margaret pretending not to listen by staring at the cave wall. Emma had reached the cage, but Neal was still inside, unfortunately.

“I want it. I want all of it. Forget pirating I have a baby. I wish you told me before but I understand why you didn't. We’ve done plenty more together. We don't need dates, we save each other from Lost Boys and other fairytale shit.” Killian said, dropping your hand to cup the side of your face. You leaned into his palm, smiling at him gently. Killian leaned forward and nudged your nose with his. He waited patiently, giving you plenty of time to refuse his advancement. You lurched forward and pressed your lips against his. Killian released your cheek and slipped his hand behind you to press into your back. You held him closer by the back of his head. The kiss threw you right back into your first date together, wrapping you both up in a swirling warmth. You hummed into his lips, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss. 

“Alright, break it up. Break it up.” You pulled away at Emma’s voice. You stepped back from Killian, taking in the group’s eyes. Killian’s hand hesitated on your back, wanting to keep you close.  Emma raised an eyebrow at you. Her smile told you she didn’t mind much at all. You smiled and waved at Neil. He gave you a short wave back. You looked back at Killian, glad you had both fixed your relationship struggles. You knew this pregnancy would be so much easier with Killian by your side. 

[roseandxanderfics]

“In the Shadows” - Killian Jones x Shy!Reader

Summary: Shy but powerful you learn to trust Killian Jones, slowly discovering that your power and connection to him are not things to fear.

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The forest was quiet, the only sounds being the gentle rustling of leaves and the soft chirp of distant birds. It was the kind of silence that made your heart beat louder in your chest, and in the stillness, you found solace. You sat on a tree branch, cloaked in darkness, the tips of your fingers brushing against the rough bark of the ancient oak. The shadows clung to you like a second skin, as if they were alive, ready to bend to your will. Your power was a strange one, an ability that you barely understood yourself. You could slip in and out of the shadows, bending them around you, becoming one with the darkness.

You weren’t a warrior, never had been. Your heart had always been soft, your mind often racing, overthinking every little detail. You had never been a fighter. In fact, you preferred to hide, to avoid conflict, to remain unseen and unnoticed. And yet, here you were, far from the safety of your quiet home, hidden in a world that didn’t understand people like you—people with abilities that could tear the fabric of the world apart.

It had been months since you’d left your small cottage in the woods, months since you’d found refuge in this new life. You had learned to keep your powers in check, learned to avoid the attention of those who might use them against you. Most of the time, you used your ability to remain unseen, to slip between the cracks of the world. The idea of standing out terrified you. You were content to be a shadow, unseen by all but the few people who needed your help—those who knew to seek you out in the dark.

But then, there was him.

Killian Jones was not like anyone you had ever met. He was brash, confident, and bold—qualities you had always admired from a distance but never thought you could possess. His dark hair and the deep blue of his eyes were always the first thing you noticed, as if they were two beacons of light in the very shadows you clung to. There was an intensity to him, a fierceness that made you nervous but also strangely drawn to him.

You hadn’t meant to meet him, not really. It had been a mistake—your powers had flared when you were trying to hide from a group of bounty hunters, and somehow, you had ended up in his path. And though you had tried to keep your distance, the pull between you and him had been undeniable. He had seen you at your most vulnerable, and instead of fearing you, he had seen your power and stood beside you.

It had been weeks since that day, and though you still feared your abilities, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable around him. Killian had a way of making you feel like you weren’t alone in the world—like your power, the very thing you feared most, could be something beautiful, something useful. And despite the way your heart raced when he looked at you, you found yourself wanting to believe in his words.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the pull of the shadows around you, drawing them closer. The coolness of the dark was a comfort, a reminder that you were in control—even if you weren’t always sure how to be.

“You’re doing it again,” a voice broke through the silence, smooth and steady, like the sound of the sea in the distance.

You flinched, nearly falling off the branch, your powers flickering for a moment before you caught yourself. Your eyes darted to the figure standing below you. Killian. Of course. He had a way of sneaking up on you, even when you were hiding in plain sight.

You could see him now, leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree, his arms crossed over his chest. The dim light from the setting sun reflected off his dark coat, making his figure seem larger than life. His gaze, as always, was fixed on you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I didn’t hear you coming,” you muttered, trying to sound more composed than you felt.

“You never do,” he replied with a smirk, though there was a softness to his voice that made you feel a little less anxious. “That’s why you’re so damn good at this. But you can’t hide forever, love.”

You stiffened at his words. Hiding was all you had ever known, and it was easier, safer, than facing the world. Facing him. You didn’t trust yourself around him, didn’t trust your powers enough to let anyone in. What if you hurt him? What if you lost control?

“I’m not hiding,” you replied, your voice a little softer than you intended. “I’m just… observing.”

Killian raised an eyebrow. “Observing, huh?” He took a step closer, his boots crunching on the forest floor, and you instinctively shrank back into the shadows, the darkness wrapping around you like a protective blanket. But instead of stopping, he followed you, his presence looming over you. “You don’t need to hide from me, you know.”

His words were gentle, but they carried an undeniable weight. You swallowed hard, trying to push down the wave of nerves that rose in your chest. You didn’t understand why he was so insistent on being near you, why he seemed to seek you out even when you did everything in your power to remain unseen.

“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper, the shadows thickening around you.

Killian’s expression softened, and he took another step closer. “I’m here because you’re not alone anymore,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. “I’m here because I see you, and I don’t want you to hide from me. Not when you’ve got so much power inside you. You’re meant for more than just lurking in the dark.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as his words sank in. He was so sure of you, so certain that you had something to offer. The thought was terrifying, and yet, it made something inside you stir—a small flicker of hope, perhaps. Maybe you weren’t just a shadow after all.

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not like you, Killian. I’m… I’m just scared.”

He was silent for a moment, and then, before you could blink, he was beside you, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. The contact was warm, grounding. His touch was like a lifeline you didn’t know you needed.

“You don’t have to be like me,” he said softly. “You just need to be yourself. And if you need me, I’ll be here. Always.”

You looked up at him, and for the first time, you felt the weight of his words settle in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, you could trust him. Maybe, for the first time, you could let someone see you—all of you—and not be afraid.

The shadows were still there, wrapping around you, but now they felt like a part of you, something you could control. And maybe, just maybe, they weren’t as scary as you had once thought.

And as Killian smiled at you, that familiar warmth spreading in your chest, you realized that for the first time in a long time, you weren’t alone in the dark.

[inkpotsprite]

I came up with this AU a while back - probably a few months after I stumbled into this fandom - and it's been bouncing around in my head for a while. (Excuse the scatterbrained nature of this post, I'm just writing my thoughts as they come)

Tim Drake meets Peter Pan (OUAT edition)

I mean, he's the perfect candidate for a lost boy. Neglected, lonely and will probably become scarily loyal to the first person who offers him a way out of that. Not to mention, he's smart, has loose morals (I mean, he did stalk and blackmail Batman) and can be a little ruthless at times, he'd be Peter's right hand man in no time.

So, he lives as a lost boy for a while, but finds Peter's ways of doing things too dark or cruel and, being the baby genius he is, escaped from Neverland, back to Gotham.

But also, we could combine this concept with the Tim joins the family early trope. Like, he goes to Neverland a couple of times, but also starts connecting with the Waynes, so that could be part of the reason he's able to let go of that loyalty to Peter, because he's got something better waiting for him. He never tells the Wayne's about his time in Neverland, worrying that they'll see him differently due to the morally grey things he did there as Peter's right hand man. Tim deals with quite a bit of imposter syndrome and insecurity, but ultimately, he's more happy than not.

Then, a few years later, Damian comes in and is all, well, Damian about things which makes things take a bad turn for Tim. The family is bad at balance/communication and Tim "Abandonment Issues" Drake is a very unreliable narrator at times, so it's angst galore. Then Peter turns up again.

Tim goes with him to Neverland, this time with the intention of staying forever.

Or, we could go another route and look into Damian, a kid whose whole life had been uprooted as he's sent to live with a father he's never met and with a family with vastly different dynamics to what he's used to. He's not neglected, but he's certainly lonely. Especially when being held up to expectations and moral standards that he finds impossible to comprehend after being raised by Talia and Ra's.

So Peter comes back, but he takes Damian instead, as a way to lure Tim back to Neverland. And, even if he doesn't like Damian much right now, of course Tim will go after him because that's his little brother and no way in hell is he letting Peter take him.

We could even sprinkle in a little backstory about Peter knowing Bruce from when Bruce was a kid, after his parents died. Now, two of Bruce's sons are missing and he has to find a way to Neverland.

That's where Jason comes in. Jason Todd, the ultimate lost boy who never was. Not for lack of trying. Peter's shadow swooped down to get him when he was living on the streets, but Jay isn't some naive kid, he's a Gothamite, a Crime Alley kid and he knows that if someone - even that someone is a creepy shadow person - grabs you and tries to get you to a secondary location, you fucking fight it with all you have. So, Jason never makes it to Neverland. Instead, he fights so hard that the shadow drops him, right onto Captain Hook - Killian Jones' - ship. They bond, Killian teaches Jason the ropes, but Jason ultimately decides to go back to Gotham for whatever reason (maybe Killian messes up or Jason's trust issues get the better of him) and he leaves.

We could also play around with parallels between Bruce and Peter. Both taking in lost, lonely kids that no one else wants, having them fight battles, Peter could even hit Bruce with that 'at least my boys will never die' as if forcing them to live forever in eternal stagnation is so much better.

While in Neverland together, Tim and Damian start to bond over their feelings of never truly belonging anywhere. That they'll be forever defined by what they did over who they are. As they grow closer, Tim reassures Damian that he will always belong with him, to give him the chance to prove it.

Meanwhile, Bruce, Dick and Jason are on their way to Neverland. And Peter is ready to start playing the game.

... And that's all I've got so far.

[fandoms--fluff]

Believe (Chapter 1)

Unknowing daughter reader x Belle and Rumpelstiltskin (Plus the rest of the group)

Summary: You are the daughter of Belle French and Rumpelstiltskin, but you have no idea, being as you were taken from them in the Enchanted Forest. Now, decades later, your parents finally found you again. But they have to make you believe they're your family. Along with the other residents of Storybrooke in this winding family tree.

Warnings: Swearing, stalking (kind of). - there will be more in the next chapters

A/n: I tried this idea, and am really liking it.

Chapter 2

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Feeling the wind blow against your face, you walk briskly down the sidewalk, your heeled boots making a quiet sound against the concrete. The curse had broken over the town a couple months ago. It’s been pretty quiet since then, with everyone remembering and reconciling with their loved ones. Except you. You have no one. You never had.

You grew up in the woods of the enchanted forest your entire life until it came to when you turned 16 and the magical abilities you’ve always inhabited went haywire, made you stop aging. So really, the aging being stopped, mixed with the curse of 28 years, you’re technically around 80 years old. Though your mentality stopped growing, along with your physical appearance from no longer aging.

Your life growing up wasn’t the best. Being real, it was traumatic having no one but yourself to rely on all throughout your life. In an unironic turn of events, the cursed life you lived also had you living with no one to rely on, no fake friends or family, only fake memories of always being alone. Which wasn’t that surprising when you woke back up with all your actual memories. But, hey, at least you were living in a nice apartment instead of the woods, and you still reside there. No more hunting for food or building shelter every other day.

Except there’s one problem. So far, you haven’t had any run in with the saviour or the evil queen (who, thankfully, has chilled and relaxed a lot, becoming more likable to everyone in the town), or anyone else in their group. But the last good week and a half, you’ve been having a feeling of someone or multiple someones following you. And every time you went to check it out, one or multiple of them were always around. It caused you to be suspicious. More than you’ve ever been in this town.

Over the week and a half, you written and clocked out everyone who has been around continuously whenever you had the feeling of being followed. It consists of; Emma Swan – the savior, Regina Mills – The Evil Queen and mayor, Mary Margaret Blanchard – Snow White and ex science teacher, David Nolan – Prince Charming, Killian Jones – Captain Hook, Neal Cassidy – Emma’s ex? (All you really know about him is that he came from New York and he and Emma clearly know each other like that), Belle French, and Mr. Gold – Rumpelstiltskin.

Why they’ve been following you? You don’t want to know, only want them to lose interest in you and find someone else to creepily stalk. It’s not like you’ve done anything wrong in the last couple weeks, not really. This is what you think about while walking along the sidewalk, passing by both run down and lively buildings.

Then comes that feeling again. That siren going off in your head that there’s someone following you. Speeding up, you try to lose them, but you get a glimpse of the person through the window. It turns out it isn’t just one or two of the people from your list. It’s all of them.

All of them are following you down the street. What the hell? You start inwardly freaking out to yourself. You attempt at loosing them again before they notice that you know they’re there.

Two blocks later and some trying to blend in with groups for them to lose trace of you, doesn’t work. You eventually hear someone call out to you, making you freeze. Shit, you think to yourself. You don’t move, not knowing what to do now, this wasn’t on your to do list for the day. There’s no one else around except for you and obviously your personal stalkers now. Where is all the annoyingly cheery people of the town when you need them? Everyone seemed to have disappeared. Just my luck, you think.

“We just want to talk to you” The same person calls out again. You recognize the voice after analyzing it for a moment. The evil queen. No good can come of this.

Choosing your battles, you give in, sighing. You turn around slowly and face the group of people, consisting of everyone but one person, Neal Cassidy, from your list. They’re standing a couple of meters away. At least they’re giving you your space.

“About what?” You finally say after just staring at them. This seriously can’t be any good. They all look to Belle and Rumpelstiltskin. The two who share the same expression. An expression that closely resembles a sort of hope. What would they need hope for? You think.

They both step forward to be a bit closer to you. You raise your eyebrows in question at them, getting a bit annoyed. “Well?” You aggravatedly sigh.

“It’s about your family” Gold tells you, finally breaking the silence between him and Belle. “Oh, then you’ve got the wrong person. I’ve got no family.” You turn away from them, about to walk away. But you’re stopped, a hand on your wrist.

You look down at the hand around your wrist then back up to the woman’s face the hand belongs to. “Let me go” you tell Belle. Good thing is she listened, taking her hand away from my wrist slowly. “I’m sorry, but we need you to listen to us. Trust us.” She looks down at me with those hopeful eyes.

You groan on the inside, not having time for or wanting this crap right now. You look between them both and then at everyone from the rest of the group. You don’t feel right with this, wanting to get away. Quickly, you come up with a diversion that they’ll fall for.

Moving your hands discreetly so no one notices, you create a storm in the sky behind them. Dark blues and purples fill the sky with storming grey clouds. Continuing to create the diversion, you look to the sky behind them with widened eyes and faux confusion.

Working just as expected, the group of them look behind themselves to the darkened, storming sky. As they look away, bewildered at the sight, you make a break for it and sprint down the street and down into the woods that surrounds the town. When you’re out of sight and deep enough into the woods, the diversion you casted breaks. The sky turns back to the regular pale blue it was just moments before.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Hook exclaims at how the storm just disappeared. Everyone looks gobsmacked and in disbelief at what just occurred. Can’t there be one day in this town where something strange doesn’t happen?

Rumple snaps his head back around to where you were standing and sees how you’re no longer there. “She’s gone! It was a diversion” He huffs. There’s no sight of you anywhere. The rest turn around seeing the same outcome of you no longer standing there.

“But how?” Snow asked. How was it possible that you could have done that? “She must have magic. It’s the only reasonable answer” Regina crosses her arms in dismay. “How would she even have magic though? Unless someone taught her” Regina continues before Gold holds his hand up. “Or she was born with it.” He looks to Belle.

She looks up at her husband, taking that possible reasoning in. “That could explain it, yeah. I mean you’re the dark one. And it’s not like we had any time to see If she did have magical abilities when she was born” Belle goes through it, careful with her wording. This is still a careful and emotional topic between the two of them. They’ve been searching for you for so long. Before and after Belle being locked away and the dark curse. Ever since you were taken the day you were born.

“Well, if anything, that is a plausible case. Considering what we just saw and how she’s not here anymore.” Regina sighs, scanning the area, still no trace of you anywhere. “She must have ran,” Charming states. “Then she couldn’t have gone far. We’ll find her” Emma smiles to Belle and Rumple.

Ever since the two of them revealed that they were searching for their daughter, Emma and everyone else saw a new light of Rumpelstiltskin. Even his son, who was albeit not on the best terms with his father but soon put that to rest after they talked through their problems and Neal meeting Belle and learning about their daughter and the story of her as well, in a bit more detail than the others.

Belle smiles to Emma and everyone else, her eyes a bit glossy, while Gold nods with a thankfulness in his eyes, though very hard to see. But it’s there.

They break off from each other, looking around the area to see if there’s anything that could tell them where you went, or at least the direction. Regina, Emma, and Snow search the border between the woods and the street of the town. While the others search around the block and the shops littering the street they’re on.

Regina pauses at one of the trees. She tilts her head to the side, going closer to it. Emma and Snow notice her moving in on the tree and the look on her face. They follow her and stand beside Regina in front of the maple tree. “What is it? Did you see something?” Emma asks, wanting her to elaborate.

“No, not see, but feel.” Regina answers. “Feel what?” Snow asks, confused. “Traces of magic. It’s littered around this tree. And I can feel more deeper in the forest. I think she must have run into the woods.” Regina presses her hand against the cool and rigged bark.

“But how do you know it’s her magic?” Snow asks, wanting to make sure they’re not just following a dead lead. “I don’t, but I have a pretty good feeling considering the way the girl made that storm with a spell, magic would be lingering from where she passed.”

Emma starts nodding, “Okay, yeah, that’s good, it makes sense. I’ll go get everyone and then we can start searching.” Emma walks away from the forest border to go collect her dad, Gold, Belle, and Hook.

Regina and Snow stay back. “Are you sure this will lead us to her? I don’t want to get Belle and Gold’s hopes up if were just going to be met with disappointment” Snow turns to Regina, speaking softly as to not upset the ex evil queen. “I’m as sure as I can be. And if somehow, I am wrong, then I’ll take the brunt from Gold.” Regina offers after a moment of thought.

“..Alright” Snow sighs. They wait there for another few minutes before Emma comes back with the rest of the others in tow. Everyone stands next to Snow and Regina in a group.

“So, how exactly will we find our daughter?” Belle asks, still not completely aware of how this will work from what Emma tried to explain while they were walking here. “I can sense the traces of magic left on this tree. And I can feel more that goes deeper into the forest. If we follow it, then it may lead to her” Regina explains, placing her hand on the tree again.

The others are a bit skeptical before Gold speaks up as well, “I can feel it too. The remnants of magic are strong. I think you actually may be right about this your majesty” Gold smirks to her at the end. Regina rolls her eyes at the ‘your majesty’ comment, but leads the group into the forest, following the traces of magic you left behind as you ran.

As they follow Regina and Gold, the others look around the forest in case there are any other signs of you that was left behind.

Meanwhile, as they search through the forest, you make your way out and end up at the shoreline by the docks. You pant as you catch your breath from running through the woods and almost tripping on all the roots and shrubs. Slowly, you make your way down to the docks, the waves crashing in the sea.

You walk down one of the middle docks and sit down at the edge, legs dangling down above the water. The sounds of the waves splashing helps calms your mind as you go over what those people wanted to talk to you about. They wanted to talk about your family?! That makes no sense, you don’t have one, never have. Your entire life, you’ve been alone, having grown up in the woods of the enchanted forest with no one to rely on but yourself. Your mind rambles on, all concluding that they must have the wrong person.

If only you can leave the town. But of course, the damn spell cursed baracade is up, stopping you from doing so. You just lean your head in your hands, watching the sea, hoping this will die down…hopefully. Though you’re not so convinced.

The others are still in the forest, following Regina and Gold as they track the traces of magic you had left behind. They make their way through the twisted woodland, until they come to a stop in a clearing. It’s a deformed circle clearing with the trees surrounding it and have different trails that lead to different points of the tangled-up forest. “Well, this is just great” Killian swats some bush brambles away with his hook, looking around the cleared out area.

 There are traces of magic everywhere. “Do you feel that too?” Regina turns to the older man. Rumple turns around, feeling the extent of the magic left here. “Yes. Seems our girl is cleverer than we thought” Gold sighs, facing back to Regina and the others.

“Why? What is it?” Emma asks them, getting impatient. “She must have known we may have found out about the traces her magic left. So, she came here to spread magic on every trail she could have taken, making us not know which one to take and lose her.” Rumple explains in depth for what you must have done. He goes over to where Belle is standing and looks at her with a sad smile, wanting to comfort his wife.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find our daughter. One way or another.” As he reassures her, the others get to looking around to see if they could find even a sliver of a hint to which path you went down. “I know we will. We haven’t stopped looking for her before, and we won’t now that we found out who she is. Even if we don’t know her name here” Belle sighs, leaning into Rumple’s arms. He wraps his arms around her, holding his wife close.

“We’ll figure this whole thing out. I promise you” He presses a kiss to her head, his eyes filled with determination to find you.

When they figured out you were here two weeks ago, they never actually found out your name. No matter how hard they tried, they found no record of you, and no one knew you by your name, just your appearance. But they had done a one-time spell to find your location by using the only thing they had left of you from before you were taken from them in the enchanted forest all those years ago – a baby hairbrush. And it led to them finding you sitting in an empty parking lot drawing. They didn’t go up to you, needing to be sure first and notify everyone else, which albeit was fort the best, especially right now. But it was painfully obvious you were their daughter when they first saw you. Your face and appearance look uncanny and so much like a mix of them both.

And your resemblance to them is what made everyone fully believe that I was their daughter. Even Regina. And she even sadly wasn’t any help with who you were, your name or where you lived or anything about you either. It’s as if you’ve been a ghost in this town. Being and living here for the past almost 30 years but never making any connections or revealing anything about yourself to anyone.

“Well for one thing, she definitely doesn’t want to be found” Regina crosses her arms after touching multiple of the tree barks, sensing the same amount of magic radiation off them that will soon disappear with time. “Yeah, it’s starting to seem so” Emma walks over to her.

On the other side of the clearing, Snow and Charming are looking together. Snow gets pulled by indication to where she sees the difference in the ground. She goes closer, crouching down and touching the dirt ground of the forest. “What’d you find, Snow?” David comes up behind his wife, looking down to where she has her hand.

“Look at this, it’s hard to tell from the shape, but it looks like a heel. Like the shoes that she was wearing…And there’s more up ahead.” Snow looks up at him with a smile. Her tracking talents coming in hand in this moment. “Great job, Snow.” He smiles, knowing she just figured out which path you took.

Snow stands back up and calls out to everyone, “I found which way the girl went.” They all turn to her and head over to the couple. Belle and Gold look at each other with the same look before going over as well. “How do you know?” Rumple asks once they get there.

“Look at the ground, there are tracks that look about the same as the heeled boots she was wearing, there are more down the trail. None of the other ways have this. I don’t think this is one of her diversions. Trust me, I had my fair share of tracking back while I was on the run” Snow explains to them, glancing at Regina during the last part. Regina looks away for a moment at how Snow brought up the past and what she had put her stepdaughter through. “Alright” Belle says, smiling softly.

“Then let’s go. It’s getting later, the sun is to set soon.” Hook looks up at the sky.  Snow leads the way this time, following the tracks your heeled boots left in the forest ground as you ran. They make their way through the new twists and turns of this trail, in some distance, it looks like it’s opening from just the multitudes of trees. This makes them walk faster, realizing it must be the edge of the forest, leading back into the town.

[hollyethecurious]

CS AU: Sleeps Ten, My Ass (2/2)

Summary: It's become tradition for Emma Swan to spend the holidays with her brother, their cousins, and their families. This Christmas was no different. The group booked a four night stay at a cozy mountain cabin to celebrate. The listing said it sleeps ten, but upon arrival they discover a small issue. The listing was wrong and now Emma and Killian Jones, the only two single people within their group, have to spend the next four nights sharing a bed. Fortunately... they've shared a bed before.

A/N: @eastwesthomeisbest I'm sorry this Part Two took a little longer to get to you than I'd planned, but I hope you'll find it worth the wait! Again, it was lovely being your CS Secret Santa!! I hope you have a wonderful 2025!!

For the rest of my readers, I started over with my Curious Crew Tag List (which I typically do at the first of the year). Although I'm pretty sure I've added everyone who told me to date that they wished to be added, if I missed you (SORRY) or you wish to be added, please let me know!!

Thanks to @kmomof4 for looking this over for me and to the @cssecretsanta2020 for once again hosting a fantastic event. Side note, this fic also completes my Only One Bed: Holiday Edition square for the CS Winter Bingo!

Rated E / Also available on ao3 / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me! / Part One

Part Two

“Merry Christmas!”

Emma clinked her mimosa against the glasses of her family and friends then settled onto the sofa next to her brother. Taking a sip of the bubbly beverage, she perused the room and let the early morning alcohol warm her from the inside as the fireplace beside her took care of the outside.

Much as Killian had done for her last night.

Shaking off that thought - and the remnants of the dreams she’d had where he’d kept her warm in other ways - Emma tucked her legs beneath her and gave Liam her attention as he passed out the gifts.

The couples tended to exchange gifts with one another in private before they met as a group, and Emma imagined this year was no different. The gifts Liam was handing out were the ones each of them had brought for a specific member of their group. Every Thanksgiving they drew names at random so each person only had to buy something for one other person. Then, Christmas morning, they would all open their gifts and reveal who had bought for whom.

Emma was grateful that she did not have to buy something for everyone, but she did not enjoy the fact that they opened the gifts one at a time while the rest of the group watched, making the person unwrapping the center of attention.

Well, the person unwrapping and the person who had gifted it.

“David, I love it!” Elsa praised with a laugh, holding up the lightweight sweatshirt for everyone to see.

Printed across the front in bold lettering, it read: No. I don’t need a coat. The cold doesn’t bother me.

“That’s perfect,” Liam chortled, already tearing his gift open.

And around the room they went. After Elsa was Liam, then Kristoff, then Anna, who Emma had drawn and gifted a pair of boots she’d known her cousin had been wanting. When Anna was finally done gushing over them, Emma began to open her gift.

“So… who will I be thanking for this…” She’d gotten the rest of the paper off and the lid to the box open when her words fell away as she looked over the myriad of items within.

“It’s a, uh...” Killian cleared his throat and pawed at the patch of skin behind his ear as he went on to explain. “It’s a sort of… winter stake-out care package, I guess is what you’d call it.”

Emma began lifting the items out of the box as Killian described them and the thought process behind his selecting each one.

“I’d noticed earlier this month when we all got together for that holiday festival that you needed a new beanie,” he said as she slipped the hunter green beanie onto her head and then pulled out a pair of soft gloves. “Now, I know you don’t tend to wear gloves on a stake-out because they get in the way of you taking photos or making notes on your phone, but with these you can slip the individual fingertips off so your hands can stay warm while you still have use of your finger pads.”

Emma tested them out whilst he explained their function, loving the ease with which she could quickly bare her thumbs and fingertips. They would certainly come in handy, as would the next item.

“A portable electric kettle,” Killian informed the group when more than one of them had murmured an inquiry about the item in question. “You just add water and plug it into the cigarette lighter in your vehicle and it’ll boil in less than 90 seconds. It also serves as a thermos once you’ve heated the water.” Killian lifted his chin in a pointed gesture and added, “There’s some hot cocoa packets and instant coffee in there as well.”

“This is…” Emma began, somewhat at a loss of what to say.

“Do you like it?”

Emma’s eyes jumped to Killian’s which were filled with a hesitant anticipation; his brows furrowed as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“I do,” she answered, smiling softly at him. “This was all so thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Swan,” he replied, a bright smile adorning his lips as he let out a heavy breath of relief.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mary Margaret elbow David in the ribs. No doubt it was an attempt to keep whatever snide comment he had at the ready about her occupation from falling out of his mouth. Emma knew her brother did not approve of her line of work. In truth, most of them didn’t. The only one who never gave her a hard time about it, who never questioned her abilities or capability, who only ever asked about it out of genuine curiosity and interest, and without an ulterior motive to somehow diminish her success or exaggerate the dangers, was Killian.

Emma tried to focus on the remaining gifts being opened by the rest of their group, but her mind kept circling back to her own. The way Killian had noticed the state of her beanie and how he inherently knew and understood the reason why she tended to not wear gloves, despite her having the opposite reaction to the cold from her cousin.

The cold did bother her. It always had.

The contrast of her and Elsa’s response to it had always been a source of amusement within their circle. As evidenced by David’s gift to Elsa and past comments made regarding the issue. It struck Emma, in that moment, that Killian had never taken her objection to the cold lightly. From the beginning, he had always made sure she was comfortable. Warm. Content.

Like last night. Like many times before. Like with his gift. Making sure she’d be warm and comfortable during the long, wintery nights whilst on a stake-out. The way he’d made sure she was warm that night. The night in the Caribbean when a cool ocean breeze had met her damp skin - sweat soaked from dancing in a crush of people - and she’d shivered, her slip of a dress, which left little to the imagination, unable to combat the chill as goosebumps erupted over her entire body.

She could still feel the soft fabric of Killian’s jacket around her shoulders, the warmth it transferred from his body to hers, his scent lingering on the collar and intoxicating her sinuses in the same way the rum had infused their blood. The memory of the heat of his hand, pressing against the small of her back as he walked her to her cabin made Emma shift in her seat, as did the whisper of his hot breath against her neck when she recalled the words he’d murmured into her ear.

“I’ll keep you warm, love. Just say the word and I’ll make you burn until morning. It would be both our pleasure, I swear it.”

He had been good to his word.

So, so good.

“Who's ready for breakfast?”

Mary Margaret’s inquiry, which signaled the end of the gift giving portion of the day, shook Emma from her thoughts. Her highly inappropriate thoughts. Thoughts that had caused her cheeks to grow hot and blush pink; a fact she hoped no one had noticed.

“You look a bit flushed, Swan,” Killian commented on their way to the dining room - much to Emma’s mortification. “I guess my gifts are doing their job.”

Unable to meet his eye, Emma swiped the new beanie off her head and peeled the gloves off her hands. “Yep. I’m nice and toasty now. Thanks.”

“Anytime, love,” he replied in a deep, quiet timbre. Was she imagining the mixture of promise and longing in his words? Was he merely being his usual cheeky self, or was he reminding her of all the ways they could produce heat together… and his willingness to explore them with her?

“Who needs a refill?” Elsa offered, holding up the bottle of champagne and the pitcher of orange juice.

“Me!” Emma responded, hurrying towards the island with her champagne flute and receiving the first of many, many refills she’d imbibe that day.

~/~

This was a bad idea. No, it was a great idea, but it was also, potentially, a very, very bad idea.

It had been Anna’s idea. Which wasn’t the reason it was a bad one. It was actually a really good one. After a long day of cooking and drinking and eating and games and drinking and cleaning and drinking, her cousin had suggested they end the evening with a soak in the hot tub.

Which was a terrific idea, except… wearing nothing but her bikini, in a hot tub, with Killian Jones, also in his swimsuit, with his hair curling from the steam and water droplets clinging to his chest hair and pooling in the hollow of his throat while she - and the rest of them - continued to polish off the bottles of champagne that never seemed to end was a very, very bad idea.

But when had a bad idea ever stopped her before?

Especially when said bad idea had actually crossed her mind days before when she’d packed her bag. More specifically, the tiny, red, string bikini she’d worn during their cruise vacation. But no, she absolutely did not choose to pack this particular bikini because she remembered the look on Killian’s face and the hunger in his eyes when he saw her in it the first time on the pool deck. The same hunger that was threatening to devour her from a darkened, forget-me-not gaze across the hot tub.

Okay, maybe she did pack this particular bikini on purpose with this particular scenario in mind.

The idea wasn’t the only thing that was bad. Emma was also being bad. Very, very bad. And she wanted to do bad things. Very, very bad things with the man she found herself alone in the hot tub with after all their family and friends had decided to turn in about an hour after they’d first all got in.

“D’you wanna stay inna bit longer or turn in,” Killian asked with a heavy tongue from all the alcohol he’d consumed over the course of the day.

The same amount that was currently coursing through her veins and causing her to want to act on her very, very bad ideas.

“Prolly should turn in,” she replied in an equally tipsy tone. “M’ry Marget wants to head out early for after Kissmas shopping.”

Another loathsome tradition, but one Emma complied with for her sister-in-law’s sake. She wasn’t much for bargain hunting, but she knew what the bonding time together meant to the woman who had married into a sisterhood (despite Elsa and Anna actually being Emma’s cousins) after being an only child all her life and an orphan for the greater part of it.

“Right then,” Killian said, standing from where he’d been lounging in the corner and offering her a hand up. “We should get you to bed, love.”

Taking his hand, Emma stood, then immediately lost her footing and fell into his wet, firm chest. His arms circled her waist, his inebriation making him a bit clumsy and the slickness of their skin causing one of his hands to inadvertently land a bit too low. Palming her ass cheek may have been an accident, but the way his grip tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he prompted her hips forward was not.

Nor was the way she responded, bringing herself flush against him as their lips, teeth and tongues met with fervor. He groaned into her mouth when she raked her nails down his back, then reached up and wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck.

“I want you,” he breathed, the much needed air secondary to the words he seemed desperate to convey.

“I want you, too,” she told him before suddenly finding herself in his arms, being carried out of the hot tub and into the cabin. After setting her down by the dying embers of the fire, he grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around her.

“I’m gonna shut off the hot tub and close things up,” he informed her. “Wait for me in our room?”

Emma nodded, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she headed for the stairs. Glancing back over her shoulder, she giggled at the way he hurriedly - and drunkenly - took care of the tasks so he could follow after her. He didn’t keep her waiting long. No sooner had she finished drying off - still clad in her bikini, so not completely dry - and taking her hair down from the high bun she’d pulled it into so it would stay out of the water, than he came through the door like a man on a mission.

His mission, it seemed, was to pick up where they’d left off. In less than a second she was back in his arms, their hands indulging in the vast expanse of exposed skin while their mouths fought to devour the other.

“You’ve no idea what seeing you in this bikini does to me,” he growled against her lips, his fingers toying with the knotted strings tied at her back.

Reaching between them, Emma cupped his hardness through the thin, damp fabric of his trunks and hummed into his mouth before murmuring, “Actually, I think I do.”

“We’re drunk,” he stated, pulling back slightly while his hands gripped her hip and grazed her back.

“W’are,” she slurred, flicking her gaze up to his. “Your point?”

“We were drunk last time, too,” he reminded her, sloppily. “I’ve always regretted that.”

“Regretted it?”

“Not what we did,” he clarified, his fingers brushing up her side, over the back of her shoulder, then back down her arm. “I regret I wasn’t in complete control of my faculties when I took you. That the details of you, naked and quivering beneath me, are hazy in my memory because of the alcohol clouding them.”

Emma cupped his length harder, pulling a grunt from the depths of his chest and causing his eyes to slip shut as his lips parted in pleasure. “Will that regret keep you from taking me again?” she asked, kneading the underside of his balls with her fingertips. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she gripped his earlobe between her teeth, eliciting a sharp intake of breath that interrupted the moans vibrating up his throat. “Will that regret keep you from allowing me the pleasure of being taken?”

Killian jerked his head away, her teeth scraping against the lobe of his ear. A growl rumbled in his chest as he pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes dark and piercing despite the alcohol hooding his gaze.

“Absolutey the fuck not,” he declared in a tone that curled her toes and nearly made her knees give out.

With a series of sharp tugs, he undid the knots that had kept her bikini top secured, then tore the flimsy piece of fabric from her breasts so his mouth and hands could replace it. Clutching his head to her chest, Emma gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist when he managed to lift her, one handed, so he could carry her to the bed. He probably would have deposited her on the mattress with more finesse had he been sober, but Emma wasn’t complaining, not when he sank to his knees at the end of it and began divesting her of her bikini bottoms with his teeth.

She wasn’t sure whether she said them out loud, but the last coherent words to flow through her consciousness before his tongue began its assault on her sex were, we really ought to do this sober at some point.

~/~

“Got our to-go coffees!”

Emma groaned, her head resting against her arms which were crossed on top of the table they’d just finished having breakfast on. If you could call a slice of dry toast breakfast, that is.

She really shouldn’t have drank so much the day before.

She hated to think how much worse her hangover would be if, after their… relations, Killian hadn’t insisted they both take an aspirin and chase it with a large glass of water before crashing.

Yet another thing to be grateful to Killian Jones for.

And he had given her many, many things to be grateful for last night.

Of course, she’d given him her fair share as well.

Not that she should be thinking about any of that now, especially when thinking in general was causing her head to pound.

“Here,” Elsa said, prompting Emma to sit up and take the to-go cup being offered to her. “I slipped a little hair of the dog in it for you.”

Emma glanced down to where Elsa was brandishing the flask she had tucked away in her purse, a very Jones-esque smirk pulling at her lips.

“Your brother-in-law is a bad influence,” Emma chortled, then winced at the way the action made her stomach gurgle.

Elsa laughed and stood, prompting the rest of the table to follow. The four women made their way out of the diner and towards the shops that were just beginning to open for the after Christmas sales. Emma took a large gulp of her doctored coffee, willing it to sustain her these next few hours. She was gonna need all the help she could get.

“Emma,” Elsa said quietly, as they milled around the third - or was it the fourth - shop of the day.

When Emma glanced over at her, Elsa tilted her head towards the corner, indicating a more private place to chat, and Emma, curious, followed her cousin.

“What’s up?” Emma asked, noting the discomfort and hesitation Elsa was struggling with.

“It’s just…” Elsa began, tentatively. “I know you were joking before, when you said Killian was a bad influence, but…”

“But?”

Elsa’s cool blue eyes locked onto Emma’s. She knew that look. It was the same look David would give her when he was about to go all I’m-telling-you-this-for-your-own-good, trust-me-I-know-what-I’m-talking-about, slightly insufferable, older brother on her.

“He isn’t a bad guy.”

Stunned, Emma blanched and assured, “I know that.”

“I mean,” Elsa continued. “I know David thinks he has a reputation of being a ladies’ man, and has written him off as a ‘bad boy’, but Killian isn’t actually like that.”

“Okay,” Emma drawled, suddenly very uncomfortable with where this conversation might be going. “Why are you tell--”

“Because… He talks about you all the time,” Elsa told her. There was something in her tone that alerted Emma to the fact that her words might be considered a betrayal, but she’d decided to place her loyalties with her cousin rather than her brother-in-law. “He asks about you when it’s been awhile since we’ve all gotten together. I really… I really think he has a thing for you, and I wouldn’t want any misconceptions to get in the way of you possibly--”

“Elsa, stop.”

Emma couldn’t listen to anything more her cousin had to say. It was too much. Too much to hope that this… whatever it was between her and Killian, was more than some ‘dalliance’. More than an itch he felt the need to scratch or some challenge he wanted to conquer.

More than just another notch on his bedpost.

“Look,” she said, her tone not quite as snappy as it had been. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but you don’t have to defend Killian to me. I know he’s a decent guy, and I…” Emma wasn’t sure what else to say without giving away her feelings, something she was barely ready to do with herself, and nowhere near ready to admit to anyone else.

“Right,” Elsa said, letting Emma off the hook. “Well, I’m glad we got that sorted. I just… Now that Liam and I are married, the Jones brothers are a permanent fixture in our lives and I--”

“I know,” Emma interjected, wishing to end the awkward conversation. “I get it.”

“Do you?” Elsa asked, stepping a bit closer. “Emma, Killian isn’t going anywhere. I know you keep your guard up because you’re afraid of being wrong about him, but… give him a chance? I really think he just might surprise you. In the best way.”

Elsa’s words lingered in Emma’s mind for the rest of the day, as did nearly every interaction she’d ever had with Killian over the past several years. If what Elsa had said was true, that Killian had genuine feelings for her, then why hadn’t he ever made a move?

Granted, in the early years of Elsa and Liam’s relationship, he only came around a couple of times, but he had been a solid member of their group for at least the past two. Yet, he’d never given her any indication of being serious about her. Sure, he flirted and made suggestive comments and did outrageous things with his eyebrows and tongue, but he did that with everyone, right? Even David and Kristoff.

He didn’t have their preferred drink at the ready when they inevitably showed up late, though. Nor did he buy them thoughtful gifts that affirmed and supported their chosen profession. He also did not gravitate towards the rest of them like he did her. And she to him.

He didn’t look at any of them the way he looked at her. In fact… She could not recall a single time they’d been together when she’d seen him look at another woman that way. Not even on the cruise when there had been no shortage of beautiful women in revealing, eye-catching outfits. Not even when those women had come onto him, slipping their room numbers, phone numbers, and who knows what else into his pocket.

Surely, given the fact that he was gorgeous and charming and sexy as hell - don’t get her started on the accent - and had women throwing themselves at him, he had no trouble keeping his date book full and his bed warm. It’s not like he’d been pining after her all this time.

Right?

~/~

The ladies got back to the cabin later than they’d planned. Initially, the group was going to make do with the leftovers for dinner, cleaning out the fridge and making sure nothing went to waste before checking out the next day. However, the shopping and bonding and girl-time had led to them informing the guys that they’d be dining out instead and to not wait up.

Emma - despite the internal turmoil and lingering questions her conversation with Elsa had left her with - had actually enjoyed the day with her cousins and sister-in-law. So much so that it might have been her idea to ditch leftovers with the gents and treat themselves to a lovely meal at the bistro they’d walked by several times during their shopping ventures through the town.

Was a small part of that suggestion due to the fact she wasn’t ready to face Killian?

Yup. Absolutely. 100%

There was no putting it off any longer, though. Despite their insistence that the men should not wait up for them, they had. Because, of course they had.

After a brief recap of the day and a run down of what would need to be done in the morning before they checked out of the cabin, the group dispersed, heading to their respective rooms and turning in for the night. Emma glanced at Killian, whom she’d been avoiding making eye contact with, and could see the same uncertain, hesitant, bracing-for-what-may-come-next demeanor she knew she’d walked into the cabin with.

Making her way into their room, she noted how he’d made the bed and picked up their discarded suits that had still littered the floor when she’d left early that morning. She swallowed heavily at the memory of her quickly quieting her alarm and getting ready - queasy and heavy-headed - as silently and stealthily as possible as not to wake him and force an interaction. What had it been like for him to wake up alone? Had he been plagued by thoughts and memories and questions all day like she had? Eager to see her and discover what it all meant whilst also willing to allow the hours to drag on and avoid having to face a reality that may not meet hopeful expectations?

The door softly snicked closed, the air growing heavy and charged as tense anticipation palpated throughout the room.

“Swan,” Killian began, his voice gentle but resolved as he hovered by the door, giving her as much space as he could within the privacy of their room. “I know talking about last night is probably the last thing you wish to do, but I really think, given that it’s happened twice now, that we really ought to dis--”

“You’re right,” she agreed, cutting him off. “I think we need to talk about it.”

Killian balked. That was clearly not the response he’d been prepared to receive from her. “You do?”

“Yeah,” she said, wetting her lips and shuffling her feet against the carpet, her gaze turned downward as she slipped her hands into her back pockets. “I’ve, uh… I've been thinking about it all day. I mean…” she paused, her eyes closing briefly at how that statement could be misconstrued, even if the presumption wouldn’t be completely off base. “I’ve been thinking about us all day.”

“Me, too,” he replied with understanding, no hint of teasing or suggestive provocation in his tone.

Emma lifted her gaze and met his eyes. He was looking at her as one would a cornered animal, cautious and careful of making any sudden movement that might frighten the creature away.

“Actually,” she continued, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as she gathered the courage to make her next confession. “I’ve been thinking about us since that night on the ship.”

“Aye,” he breathed out on little more than a whisper. “Me, too.”

With her hands still tucked away in her pockets, she dipped her gaze down to her feet once more and said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he replied without hesitation.

It took her a moment to get over her own.

“The other night,” she began, haltingly. “When you implied that you didn’t share your bed often enough to develop a preference on which side of the… I know it’s none of my business, but…”

“But?”

Flicking her gaze to his once more, she took a breath and asked, “How often is not often enough?”

Killian reached up and scratched behind his ear; a usually endearing tell of his, but one that had her stomach churning at that moment.

“I, uh… actually…” He cleared his throat and cast his gaze aside, though he did throw a furtive glance her way as he answered, “This past year I’ve only shared my bed with one person.”

“Oh,” Emma replied, her heart sinking a bit. “Can I ask who?”

Killian’s head snapped back towards her, a look of amused confusion on his face. His expression softened and he closed the space between them, his hand coming up to cup the side of her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as he said, “Don’t you know, Emma… It’s you.”

“What?” she exhaled, stupidly. “What do you mean… me?”

“I haven’t been with another woman since last Christmas when you kissed me beneath the mistletoe.”

Emma knew her mouth was hanging open. She knew she must have looked - in his words - absolutely gobsmacked. “B-But that was…” she stuttered, recalling the moment he was referring to. “That was just a silly, little peck on the lips because Elsa had hung it over the bar station and caught us standing there. It was hardly even a kiss.”

“Perhaps not to you,” he said with a tinge of hurt in his voice. “But it was to me.”

Dropping his hand he took a small step back and Emma instantly regretted making it seem as though the kiss hadn’t been a big deal. In truth, she’d had to convince herself for months afterward that it wasn’t.

“But it wasn’t just the kiss,” he continued. “It’s what the kiss exposed.”

Emma felt her breath hitch at the way he was looking at her now: vulnerable, unguarded, and - to use the word he’d just uttered - thoroughly exposed.

“Which was?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and a longing took over in his forget-me-not depths. “That you’re it for me, Swan. I…” Boldly, he approached her again, his words and expression leaving no room for doubt as to his sincerity. “There’s no one else. I don’t want anyone else. You’re the one I want.”

“Why… Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked, the sound of her heart thundering in her ears, her chest rising and falling a bit too rapidly.

He cocked his head to one side, an uncomfortable expression taking hold of his features as he reminded her, “At the time, you were with that Walsh bloke, and despite my dislike of the fellow, it seemed bad form to make heartfelt declarations whilst you were in a relationship.” Running a hand through his hair, he exhaled heavily and added, “When it did, thankfully, end, although his timing was rubbish, leaving you high and dry on Valentine’s Day, you seemed a bit… put off by the idea of, well, all men.”

“Right,” she said, her cheeks flushing hot at the reminder. “My rant at the pub about how all men are bastards and how I was vowing to live a celibate life from then on.”

“Aye,” he chuckled. “Didn’t seem like the right time to suggest we start… anything.”

“So,” she said, understanding why he’d taken a step back. “You gave me some space.”

“I thought it best to give it time. Let you heal. Remind yourself that, though the wanker had broken your heart, at least that meant it still worked.”

“And then,” she said, prompting him to continue. “The cruise.”

“Aye, the cruise,” he parroted, swallowing hard. “Liam and Elsa’s wedding, both of us in the wedding party, spending all that time together, flirting, connecting. I thought… I thought, perhaps, it was finally my chance. Our chance. We had that amazing night together. Not just the sex, but everything else that had led up to it. And then…”

“And then, I metaphorically ran for the hills the next morning.”

Killian dropped his head, his shoulders tense as he drew in a deep breath. “I was afraid that I may have taken advantage of--”

“No, Killian,” she said, cupping his cheek and urging him to look at her. “We went over that the next day. You didn’t take advantage of me. At least, not anymore than I took of you. That wasn’t why I--”

“I know, love,” he murmured. “I know you weren’t ready. You were still getting over--”

“No, I wasn’t,” she told him. “I got over Walsh a long time ago, I just…”

“What?” he asked, his eyes flicking between hers. “You just what, Swan?”

A contrite expression pulled at her brows and she dropped her hand to his chest as she confessed, “I didn’t want to be just another notch on your bedpost. I didn’t want to be some conquest.”

“Oh, Emma,” he whispered, gathering her in his arms. “You are not some conquest. Not to me.”

He held her for several beats of their hearts, his face nuzzling the top of her head. “Ever since that night, I have waffled between the desire to respect your wishes, and the urge to fight for what I want.” Pulling back, he gazed down at her and professed, “I’m done waffling. I want you, Emma. I want to be with you. I want to pursue you, and woo you, and court you in all the ways you ought to be.” Bringing his hand up, he caressed the side of her face with the backs of his fingers and murmured, “But only if you want that as well. Whatever we become is as much up to you as it is to me.”

“That all sounds good to me,” she said, pulling a deep chuckle from his chest, and they both smiled at one another, basking in the joy of the moment.

A joy that transitioned as they stood there, lightly caressing the other, breathing the other in, and gazing into each other’s eyes. Eyes that were darkening and becoming more hooded and intense as the atmosphere began to electrify around them.

When their lips met, it wasn’t in the chaotic and frenzied way they had in the instances before. There was no less passion, no less heat, but the desperation in this kiss was for closeness, intimacy, and not because either of them thought this might be the only time they’d ever get a chance to experience the other in this way.

After a long, thorough, languid exploration of her mouth, Killian’s moved to her jaw, the space below her ear, then down her neck. Emma’s fingers carded through his hair as his tongue mapped the slope of her shoulder, his hand gently pulling at the collar of her shirt to expose a greater path.

“I agree,” he murmured into her skin, his lips applying soft kisses and gentle, sucking pressure to her pulse points as they traveled back up her neck.

“With what?” Emma panted, torn between wanting to bask in this unhurried moment of enjoyment and her eagerness to move things along so they could get to the really good stuff.

“With what you said last night,” he reminded her, pulling his face away from her neck so he could stare down at her with a smoldering gaze of desire. “We really ought to do it sober sometime, and I see no better time than now. Do you?”

“Uh, yeah. No. I mean…” Emma silently cursed herself for sounding like an idiot. Taking a deep breath, she reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, then began lifting it as she replied, “I think so, too.”

Killian raised his arms, allowing her to peel the shirt from his body. His breath visibly hitched beneath her touch as she ran her fingers down the front of his chest; the muscles in his lower abdomen jumping when they reached the top of his jeans where his body hair began to taper into a happy trail. She could feel the heat of his gaze as she loosened his belt, heard the soft gasp that fell from his lips when she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and the groan he let out when she slipped her hand past his boxer briefs to wrap around his hardening, hot, velvety length sent a shiver of wonder down her spine.

“I think,” she whispered in a sultry tone, flicking up her gaze up from beneath her lashes to meet his; her words causing them to open after her actions had clearly made them fall shut in pleasure. “I’ll be the one doing the taking this time.”

A shudder ran through him and his gaze darkened. “As you wish,” he murmured, his timbre low and gravelly and making her want to do all sorts of naughty things to him.

Her hand still wrapped around his cock, she guided him to the edge of the bed and prompted him to sit on the edge as she sank down onto her knees.

“Lie back,” she instructed while working to free him from his jeans and underwear.

“As my lady commands,” he replied, collapsing back onto the mattress, though his head remained lifted so he could watch.

After divesting him of his remaining garments, Emma pulled her hair into a high ponytail. She delighted in the way his body jumped and quivered beneath her touch; her teasing caresses and taunting kisses applied to all the areas except where he’d want them most. Pained pants puffed from his chest and soft whimpers collected in the back of his throat. The cords of his neck strained whenever his head fell back, his eyes following the motion, his lips parted and sticking at the corners whenever his teeth weren’t burying themselves into their soft flesh. When she finally turned her attention to his neglected manhood, his hips jerked off the bed from the feel of her tongue running the length of his cock.

“Bloody hell,” he cursed, his hands balling up the comforter in a white-knuckeled grip.

“Shhhh,” she admonished. “Don’t make me gag you like you had to with me last night.”

The reminder forced a half-growl, half-groan from his chest, but it fully transformed into a moan of pleasurable relief when she took him fully into her mouth.

“Gods above, Swan,” he croaked after several minutes of her working him over, trying to keep his voice down. Trying… and failing. “Fuck!”

With a soft pop, Emma released him and stood.

“Apologies, love,” he whispered in a desperate tone. “Please. Don’t stop.”

“I have no intentions of stopping,” she assured him. “But you clearly need help staying quiet.”

If he had a retort to her statement, it must have been forgotten when she lifted her shirt over her head and then removed her bra. Killian’s tongue slowly dragged across his lips, his eyes intently focused on her as she shimmied out of her own jeans and panties. Her black lace panties that matched her bra; a set, like her swimsuit, she had intentionally packed with him in mind.

Black lace panties that she picked up off the floor and let hang off her index finger as she made her way up onto the bed, mounting him dramatically and straddling his hips.

“Are you gonna be a good boy and keep quiet, or…”

She swung her panties once around her finger. His Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes trained on the black fabric until it came to a rest, crooked on her finger once more, before they met hers. Emma could see the gears turning in his mind, trying to decide which he’d prefer.

After a deliciously taut moment, he said, “I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Mmmm,” Emma hummed, leaning down so her lips could hover over his. “Good choice.”

She laid her panties on the pillow next to his head as they kissed - just in case. Killian groaned when his tongue ran alongside hers and Emma knew it was because he could taste the brine of his precum still lingering there. When she finally broke off the kiss so she could sit back and position herself over his length, he followed. They both broke the promise of being quiet when he slipped inside her, filling her, stretching her, molding her to him as though they were only ever meant to fit one another.

Rolling her hips, Emma began to move as Killian held her. Murmurs, grunts, staccatoed breaths, sweet nothings, curses, praises, all filled the space between them as their bodies rolled, their hips swiveled, their lips collided, their eyes connected, and their pleasure mounted.

Whenever Emma would arch her back, Killian latched onto her breasts, lavishing them with his tongue and applying sweet torture with his teeth. Torture that reverberated down to her clit, causing it to throb and ache until she couldn’t take it any longer. Pushing Killian back down onto the mattress, she ground down hard against him in an attempt to alleviate the torment. When she felt the damp press of his thumb against her she nearly cried out before remembering herself.

“That’s it, love,” he encouraged, vigorously applying just the right amount of pressure and rhythm to her clit as he shifted beneath her so he could continue to thrust up into her warm, slick center. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. So soft. So wet.” His words became breathier and more strained, his exertions unrelenting as his thumb and cock competed to bring her to completion. “Come for me,” he pleaded, though there was a tone of command that grew more prominent as he repeated them.

“Come for me, love. I want you to come. Need you to come. Come for me, Emma. Oh, Emma. Emma, Emma, My Emma. Come!”

And come, she did.

Hard.

Showing her no mercy, Killian kept pounding into her, his ministrations at her clit sending wave after wave of ecstasy and bone-numbing pleasure through her, making it impossible for her to stay upright. Collapsing against him, she felt his rhythm falter for a few brief seconds when he brought up his knees, giving him the necessary leverage to chase after her into the euphoric abyss she was still tumbling down. The sounds of his desperation panted and grunted and moaned in her ear, until his breath hitched and guttural groanings, deeper than words, reverberated through his chest and stuttered over his lips like his hips did against hers.

Emma wasn’t sure how long they laid there, sated and spent and unbearably content as their bodies cooled and their breaths evened out.

“Do you need to move?” Killian asked, his legs stretching back out as his arms kept her held firmly against him.

“I don’t want to,” she mumbled into the side of his neck. “But I probably ought to.”

During their post-coital cuddling, he’d already begun to soften and slip from her, but the emptiness she felt when he fully left her had them both quickly moving through their aftercare routines so they could be back in the other’s arms, nestled beneath the covers, as quickly as possible.

“Does it all still sound good to you, love?” Killian questioned between the soft kisses he was applying to the back of her shoulder.

“The wooing and pursuing and courting, you mean?” she clarified, sleepily.

“Aye.”

“Mmmm, you bet.”

~/~

“Well, I think that’s everything,” Liam said, tying a knot on the last of the trash bags that needed to be taken out. “Elsa is going over the check-out list one last time, but I think we’ve taken care of everything.”

“I don’t see why we even bothered,” David groused. “It’s not like the owner kept up his end of things.”

“And Elsa will make sure her review reflects that,” Liam assured him.

Emma and Killian exchanged amused glances with one another. Other than the heat going out that one night - which Kristoff had managed to fix the next day - she and Killian had been the only ones truly ‘inconvenienced’ by the misleading information in the cabin’s listing.

An inconvenience she was tempted to leave a five star review for.

Sleeps ten, her ass… and her eternal gratitude.

The End

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PLEASE write more cheshire!fem!reader x Killian Jones 🙏🏻

i loved it sm. i’m actually quacking. (i was the one who requested it!!)

Maybe this time, he meets her again and there’s like a strong tension between them and reader is saying strange things and he just wants her to stop so he kisses her!!🤭🤭

and if your comfortable with it, the kiss leads to smut? if not, then fluff is great too!!

Just shut up - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader

Killian Jones x Fem!Reader a/n: im sorry it took over a month and that its not good. Im sorry TnT

Part 1

Y/n had found a portal back in Wonderland and got curious, The portal transferred her from Wonderland to Storybrooke. Though not the way she would’ve guessed.

She screams as she falls from the sky, She luckily lands in the lake next to the docks. She shoots up out of the water screeching, She looks around paddling towards the docks. “So cold, so cold” She repeated as she grabbed the edge of the dock and pulled herself up. It was freezing, It was the middle of winter, and It was probably -20 degrees in that water. She groans and stands up ringing out her clothes' excess fabric out. “Water. It had to be water. I hate water.” She mumbles and starts to curse under her breath, shivering. 

“I hope you don’t mean that. It’s better when it's on a boat, and not 5 degrees outside..” Y/n looked up hearing a familiar voice from one of the boats docked. Killian stepped off his boat walking over to her with a towel. “Cats don’t like water, Captain.. Sorry to break the news to you.” She shivered looking at the towel and at Killian. “Such a shame.” He shrugs and unfolds the towel. “Where did you come from then, love?” 

“I feel through the sky.. And landed in a body of water. ” She looked at Killian still shivering. He wrapped the towel around her and rubbed her arms with his hand and hook. “This’ll dry you off some..” She rubs her upper arms trying to get warm. “Okay, come on. Let's get you new clothes and a warm shower.” Killian grabs her by her belt using his hook and walks towards his ship. 

She blinks following along not wanting to be cold anymore. “So Cap, This is where you live?” She asked, grinning trying to think of a pun to make. “Not at the moment. I’ve been staying in a room above a diner, The cold isn’t pleasant to sleep in.” Killian unhooks y/n and steps onto the Jolly Roger to grab a bag, He steps off the ship before placing the arm with his hook behind y/n and gilding her to town. “Is that where we are going then?” “Yeah, It's got warm water, and you’ll be able to get a room for as long as you need it, Granny is a sucker for helping new people.” 

Killian and Y/n walked into town, Y/n was as cold and frozen as an ice cube. They headed up to his room to clean y/n up before going to eat and get a room. Killian opened his door and y/n walked in going straight for the shower. Killian tossed his bag onto a table and went to the dresser. He starts to rummage through the drawers looking for some clothes y/n could wear temporarily til he could get one of the girls to take her shopping. 

Killian took out a black Poets shirt and some sort of comfy pants he’d never worn. He walked over to the couch in the room he’d paid for and laid out the clothes for her. He could hear the shower turn on, He walked over to his bed and laid down to wait for y/n to take a shower. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, He began to let his mind wander through scenarios of what would happen once she got out. His heart started to race as he pictured her in his clothes.

He didn’t hear her turn the water off and walk out of the bathroom. “Are these mine cap?” Y/n spoke, picking up the shirt. Killian sits up looking at Y/n in just a towel. Her hair was stuck to her wet skin, skin shimmering against the light. He nodded, not saying anything, What was he gonna say? You look amazing with your hair sticking to your back. That sounds crazy.

Y/n looks over at Killian, “Stuck in your imagination?” Killian shakes his head snapping back, “Not at all. Yes, those are yours.” Killian gets up and runs his hand through his hair. Y/n slips the shirt on as she drops the towel. “Imagination is the only weapon in the war with reality.” Y/n looks over at Killian who is facing the wall, His heart is racing. “Hmm?-” He turns around to look at y/n. Y/n holds the pants in her hands and grins talking in riddles. Killians' eyes twitch a bit, “Just put the pants on so we can go eat.” He walks past her into the bathroom to splash his face with water. Y/n slips the pants on and ties it so they stay up. Killian walks out of the bathroom, and heads to the door. Y/n followed behind him continuing talking in riddles or rhymes.

Killian takes Y/n to Granny's diner to order food to go. Then grabbing a room key for Y/n. They headed back to Killian's room to eat.

Killian opens the door to his room and Y/n rushes inside and over to the couch. “Giveeee! It smells delicioussss.” Y/n licks her lips looking at the bag that holds the food. Killian shuts the door and walks over to the couch and table, He puts down on the couch setting the bag on the table. Y/n grabs the bag and takes their food out while Killian takes his boots off. 

Y/n started to eat, Finally keeping her mouth shut. Killian grabs his food and leans back to eat. It was quiet while they ate. Killian ordered a burger with ketchup, Pickles, lettuce, and cheese. Y/n ordered chicken strips with fries and ranch.

Killian finishes his burger and gets up walks to the window and opens it a bit. “A little hot there captain?” She smirks. He looks over at her, Not saying anything, he knows he can’t lie to her, and He can’t admit she was right. “Captain?” She raised an eyebrow still smirking. “Captainnn~” She kept taunting him by repeating his name. 

“Something isn't working up there love'' Killian rubbed his temples, Y/n climbed over the couch and walked closer to him, “If you haven’t noticed I’m not all there, Captain~” She tapped her head loving how irritated he seemed. Killian glared at her before filling the leftover space between them and kissing her. She hesitates for a second before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing back. He puts his hand on her waist and his hook brushes the skin on her collarbone, The cold metal meeting her warm skin. She shivered at the touch.

He breaks the kiss and pulls back licking his lips. Grining, She pulls back “So i’m guessing you were in your imagination earlier.” Killian kisses her again before answering her with a nod. “You have no idea love.” “Why not show me.” She kisses him, deeper this time. 

She moves her hands to his chest and pushes him towards the bed. He backs up towards the bed and sits down still kissing y/n. Her arms return to hanging around his neck. She stands between his legs pressing against him. He pulls down the oversized pants she had on, She steps out of the pants and kicks them away. She unbuttons his jeans and belt, He stands up picking her up and putting her on the bed before pulling his jeans and boxers down.

He breaks the kiss and starts kissing her neck, as she moves her hands to the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off him. “Want me to stop-” before he could finish his sentence she cut him off. “Killian just shut up.”

Killian strokes himself before lining  himself up with her entrance, “You're the one who rhymes.” She rolled her eyes opening her mouth to say something but let out a gasp as he pushed in. He kisses her deeply, holding still for a minute while she adjusts. 

He starts to thrust continuing to kiss her, Both running short of air. They break the kiss both catching their breaths. He holds his hand on her waist and plays with her hair using his hook. She smirks, blushing, Her heart was racing. He continues thrusting, She places her hands on his shoulders gripping tightly. 

She moans, leaning her head back arching her back. He puts his hook on her waist. "Love, you are absolutely breathtaking." Killian complimented her. She grins before moaning. She raised an arm to grab her hair and hold it above her head. Killian and her continued for awhile until they both hit climax. 

“K-Killian” She gasps arching her back cumming, 

         Killian moans, He keeps thrusting before pulling out and releasing on her lower stomach. He plops down next to her, Both of them were panting heavily. “I like it when you say my name.” He smiles.