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[jackiestarsister]

"A Time for Everything" new chapter: "Warmth"

This chapter covers the events of Once Upon a Time Episode 4x02, "White Out." Hook and David must get along as they race against the clock to free Emma from an ice cave. Afterward, Hook is invited to stay while Emma recovers.

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[jrob64]

Blow Me Away (A CS Modern AU One-shot)

Happy birthday @apiratewhopines​! It’s a week late, but I hope it was worth the wait! Thank you to all of you who have already shown interest in this story.

After having a discussion with Beth about what it would be like to see Killian Jones as a glassblower in a hot shop, I was determined to write a story about it for her. It includes a short guest appearance by one of her favorite characters, Marco, and something else at the end that she always loves for me to write. Oh, and see if you can recognize the quotes from my favorite CS scene ever!

Please forgive any errors in describing the glassblowing tools and process. Like Emma, all I know about it comes from YouTube videos and the Netflix competition show Blown Away. If you have an interest in glassblowing, I highly recommend watching that show!

Special thanks to @cs-rylie​​ for her encouragement and help with plotting, and to the lovely @hookedmom​​, who cleaned up my messes as usual.

Story Summary: For her birthday, Emma Swan's friends give her lessons for glassblowing, something she has always wanted to do. Once she meets her instructor, Killian Jones, both of them feel the heat from more than just the furnaces in the hot shop.  

Rating: M (for smut)

Words: 12,929

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“Happy birthday, Emma!” Elsa, Ruby and Ashley shouted, then broke into the birthday song as Mary Margaret brought the cake in from the kitchen.

Emma Swan smiled broadly at her small group of friends, trying to convey her appreciation to each one of them. Growing up, she rarely had friends. Being in the foster care system meant she lived a transient life, not giving her many opportunities to develop close relationships. Now, at twenty-eight, she was finally putting down roots in the scenic little town of Storybrooke, Maine.

Her best friend Mary Margaret Blanchard brought Emma to her hometown after they both graduated from a culinary academy in Boston. Soon after settling there, Emma and Mary Margaret made their dream of owning a bakery together a reality, naming it Fairytale Confections. Emma handled the duties of working the counter, custom designing the cakes and decorating them, while Mary Margaret took the orders and did the baking. Since neither of them were interested in taking care of the accounting, they hired Mary Margaret’s friend, Elsa Arendelle, who also did the finances for her aunt’s ice cream shop, Any Given Sundae, located beside the bakery.

Mary Margaret introduced Emma to her other childhood friends, Ashley Boyd and Ruby Lucas, too. The group of friends welcomed Emma into their circle with open arms. Ashley was the housekeeper for the only hotel in Storybrooke, owned by Ruby’s grandmother. Granny also owned the town diner where Ruby worked as a waitress. When the bakery opened, she convinced Granny to buy baked goods for the diner from her friends.

It took Emma a while to get used to being part of a close-knit group, but after more than five years, she was very comfortable in their midst. The surprise birthday party was at Elsa’s house and it warmed Emma’s heart to see how much planning they put into it. A large, hand painted banner that stretched across the archway between the kitchen and living room announced ‘Happy 28th Birthday, Emma!’, streamers and balloons hung from the ceiling, and Emma’s favorite Rocky Road ice cream, bought from the ice cream shop, waited in the freezer. The birthday cake had been secretly baked by Mary Margaret and resembled Emma’s beloved yellow Volkswagen.

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this,” Emma declared, as she had done every year they gave her a party, though secretly she loved each one. The only other birthday party she’d ever had before coming to Storybrooke was at one of her foster homes when the mother’s birthday was two days after Emma’s, so they had a party for both of them at the same time.

“Of course we did!” Mary Margaret chirped as Ruby lit the candles on the cake. “You deserve special treatment on your birthday. Now, make a wish and blow out the candles.”

Emma swept her eyes around her group of friends, lingering on each of them for a few moments. She could feel herself getting a little emotional and was relieved when they all started inciting her to hurry.

“We’re not getting any younger here,” Ashley teased.

“Blow them out already!” Ruby chimed in, while Mary Margaret encouraged, “Close your eyes and make a wish.”

Emma smiled so hard, her face began to ache. “I don’t think I need to wish for anything,” she said.

“Sure you do,” Ruby grinned. “You need a big, hunky, stud of a man in your life!”

Emma folded her arms and fixed her with a glare. “I do NOT need a man. I’m perfectly happy without one.”

“Happy, but unsatisfied,” Ruby remarked, her grin growing even wider.

“You two can argue later,” Elsa interjected. “The candles are going to melt all over the cake if you don’t blow them out soon.”

Emma nodded, closed her eyes briefly, then opened them and extinguished all but three of the twenty-eight candles with one blow. Her friends clapped and cheered as she blew out the remaining candles and straightened up, beaming at them.

Ashley retrieved the ice cream from the freezer and began scooping it out onto the Autumn themed cake plates, while Mary Margaret cut the cake into generous pieces and added them to the plates. The tight circle of friends talked and laughed, enjoying the cake and ice cream at the small dining room table. They expounded on Ruby’s suggestion to wish for a hunky man by naming off the list of single men in Storybrooke.

Emma accepted it all good-naturedly until Mary Margaret mentioned Leroy, the grumpy town handyman. “Really? How desperate do you think I am?” she groaned.

“He seems gruff, but he’s just a big, old softy,” Mary Margaret said.

“Not gonna happen,” Emma assured her emphatically, while her friends laughed.

When they finished eating, Emma sat back in her chair, rubbing her belly and licking the last of the yellow icing off of her lips. “That was delicious, Marg,” she praised, using her favorite nickname for her friend. “And Sarah’s Rocky Road is always the best, Els.”

“I know,” Elsa sighed. “Having easy access to ice cream is nice, but it’s also very fattening.” She patted her jean clad thighs for emphasis.

“Oh, like you need to worry about that,” Ashley scoffed. “I’m still trying to get the last ten pounds of baby weight off and Alexandra is almost four months old.”

“You look great. We can’t even tell you had a baby,” Elsa said, while Emma, Mary Margaret and Ruby nodded their agreement.

“Tell my stretch marks that,” Ashley groaned.

“Time for presents!” Mary Margaret redirected, rising from her seat.

“Actually, it’s just a present,” Ruby corrected. “We all went together and got you one big gift.”

Mary Margaret set a small box wrapped in orange paper with a yellow bow in front of Emma, then sat back down and clasped her hands in anticipation. “Oh, I really hope you like it!”

Emma picked it up, surprised at how light it felt, and pulled the bow off the top. “I’m sure I will.” Carefully removing the shiny, foil paper, she found a white box that looked like it could contain a necktie. Upon lifting the lid, she discovered a plain white envelope. “Did you guys give me a million dollars?” she joked, taking the envelope out of the box and beginning to lift the flap.

“In your dreams,” Ruby smirked.

Emma laughed as she finished opening the envelope and drew out the gift certificate tucked inside. Reading it, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

“Do you like it?” Elsa asked anxiously.

“You…you bought me glassblowing lessons?” Emma managed to ask through her shock and surprise.

“Yeah, Marg went online and found a guy in Portland who offers them at his glass shop,” Ashley explained.

“I know you’ve always been interested in it,” Mary Margaret added.

“And you’re like, obsessed with that Blown Away show on Netflix,” Ruby threw in.

“So, do you like it?” Elsa asked again.

“Are you kidding? I LOVE it!” Emma exclaimed.

Ruby pointed to the corner of the certificate. “We paid for ten lessons. By that time, you should be an expert and will be making glass sculptures like Dale Chihuly!”

Emma gaped at her. “I didn’t even realize you knew who he is or the name of the show!”

“Yeah, well, maybe you’ll start giving me credit for paying attention to my friend’s interests now,” Ruby snarked.

Giving her the side-eye, Emma said, “I thought you only paid attention to my interest in men.”

“Now you know I’m not one-dimensional,” Ruby shot back good-naturedly.

“All you have to do,” Elsa broke in, “is call the number on the certificate to set up the lessons. The instructor’s name is Killian Jones.”

“Killian? That’s an unusual name,” Emma commented.

“I know, right?” Ashley said. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone with that name.”

“He sounds hot,” Ruby smirked.

“Of course he’s hot. He blows glass in a hot shop around furnaces all day,” Emma snickered.

Ruby clicked her tongue. “You know what I mean, Emma Swan. He’ll probably be shirtless and glistening with sweat…”

“Please don’t turn this gift into one of your perverted fantasies,” Mary Margaret chastised.

“The man named his shop ‘Blow Me Away’. It literally has blow me in the name. Besides, it’s not my fantasy, it’s Emma’s,” Ruby pointed out.

Emma rolled her eyes. “It’s definitely not mine. I don’t care what the instructor looks like, I’m just really excited to get started with these lessons!”

*********

Bright and early Monday morning, Emma put a call through to Killian Jones. She was prepared to set up her first lesson, but was not prepared for the deep, accented voice on the other end of the phone.

“Blow Me Away, Killian Jones at your service.”

Emma gulped. “E-excuse me?” she stuttered, then facepalmed as she remembered ‘Blow Me Away’ was the name of the glass shop. “Uh…I mean…hi. My name is Emma Swan and um, my…my friends gave me glassblowing lessons for my birthday and I just called to, um…I wanted to…”

“To schedule those lessons, lass?” Killian asked, his voice tinged with humor.

She blew out a frustrated breath. “Yeah. Sorry about that, I just…I wasn’t expecting you to be British.”

He chuckled. “I do hope that isn’t a problem.”

“Oh, no. Not at all,” she assured him.

“That’s good to know, Ms. Swan.”

“Miss,” she spat out quickly, then amended herself, “I mean, Emma. You can call me Emma.”

“Very well, Emma. Now, when were you thinking about beginning your lessons?”

The way her name sounded rolling off his tongue rendered her momentarily tongue-tied again. “Uh…wh-when is a good time for you?”

“I’m here every day, so it’s really your schedule we should work around. Do you live in Portland?”

“No, I live in a little town called Storybrooke. You’ve probably never heard of it.”

“On the contrary, I’ve sailed into the harbor there a few times. It’s a lovely place.”

“It really is. I love it. My friend Mary Margaret and I own a bakery here. She’s the one who found your shop online and ordered the gift certificate for lessons.”

“The next time I go to Storybrooke, I shall have to find your bakery to appease my sweet tooth,” Killian said.

Emma smiled at his vocabulary. The man sounded like he just stepped out of the 1800’s. “You should. It’s called Fairytale Confections and it’s right beside the ice cream shop.”

He groaned, the sound of which caused her stomach to do a little flip. “Ice cream and cake. That’s truly not fair.”

“Sorry,” she laughed. “Anyway, I sort of sidetracked the conversation, Mr. Jones”

“If I’m to call you Emma, please call me Killian.”

“Okay, Killian. As far as the time, I’m free most evenings and all day Sunday when the bakery is closed, but you’re probably not open then.”

“Lesson times are flexible, so I would be more than happy to give them on Sundays, if that works for you.”

“Okay, great!”

“How many lessons were you given?”

“Ten.”

“In that case, would you be amenable to having two lessons a week? Otherwise, they’ll run into the holidays when I’ll be in England for a few weeks to visit my brother and his family.”

“Sure. The bakery closes at two on Wednesdays, so maybe later in the afternoon?”

“Would four o’clock work for you?”

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “What time on Sunday?”

“You call it, Swan,” he said.

“How about one o’clock, Jones?” she replied cheekily.

There was a pause on the other end before he spoke again. “My apologies, Emma. I’m used to calling my assistants by their last name since three of the four are named Joe, including one who is a woman.”

She laughed lightly. “I was just teasing. I really don’t mind at all.”

“To answer your question, one o’clock on Sunday would be fine. Is this Wednesday too soon to start?”

“No, that’s perfect. I’m very excited to learn the art of glassblowing. It has always intrigued me.”

“Very good. Do you have the address of my shop?”

Emma looked at the paper in front of her again. “Yeah, it’s on the gift certificate. So I guess I’ll see you Wednesday at four.”

“Aye, see you then, lass.”

Emma ended the call and sat looking at her phone with a dreamy smile on her face. She would never admit it, but if his voice was anything to go by, she might have to agree with Ruby’s assessment that he was hot, in more ways than one.

*********

As she drove to Portland Wednesday afternoon, Emma worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She was excited but also nervous, not only about learning something new, but also about meeting the man behind the sexy voice. She had actually dreamed about him the night after their conversation on the phone, as if her subconscious was trying to put a face with the voice that was still echoing in her ears.

Parking her bug in front of the warehouse her GPS declared was her destination, she drew in a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Then she grabbed the gift certificate off the seat, flung her car door open and stepped out.

She approached the building and pulled open the creaky metal door, looking around as she entered, but not seeing Killian Jones. Smiling at the glassblowing equipment spread around the large space, she mentally named things she recognized from watching the Netflix show and numerous YouTube videos.

Turning her attention to several blown glass pieces sitting on a table beside the door, she carefully picked them up one-by-one to study them.

“You must be Emma Swan.”

The words spoken close behind her startled her so much, she almost dropped the beautiful aqua colored bowl she was holding. Letting out a gasp, she quickly set it back on the table and turned around, saying, “Oh, I didn’t know you were…”

Her words trailed off as she got a look at her instructor. Her first thought was that her dream of him didn’t do him justice, and her second was that his looks certainly equaled the sexiness of his voice. He appeared to be about her age, was a few inches taller than her, with dark, disheveled hair, a strong, scruff-covered jaw, piercing blue eyes and a gleaming white smile. His hands grasped both ends of a towel slung around his neck, making his biceps bulge under the sleeves of his tight, white T-shirt, the V-neck allowing her to see dark hair peeking out.

While he waited for her to speak again, he used the end of the towel to wipe away the sweat on his forehead. A few strands of hair flopped down over it once he finished and her hand inadvertently reached forward, intending to brush them away. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she jerked her hand back and ran it through her own long, blonde hair instead.

He looked at her with his head cocked and a raised eyebrow, his roguish grin convincing her he knew the effect he was having on her. She cleared her throat and said, “Uh, yeah. I’m Emma.” Holding out her hand, she added, “It’s nice to meet you, Killian.”

He took her hand, squeezing it lightly as he shook it. “Likewise. Have you been waiting long?”

“Not at all. I just got here and was admiring your work,” she said, sweeping her arm toward the glass works on the table. “They’re very good.”

“Thank you,” he replied with a smile. “Hopefully, by the end of your lessons, you’ll be able to make some nice pieces, too.”

“That would be great!” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Shall we get started?” he asked.

“Oh, do you need this?” She held out the crumpled gift certificate.

“Aye,” he said, taking the paper, folding it and sticking it in his back pocket. Then he gestured for her to go ahead of him.

“You didn’t check it. Are you just gonna take my word for it that it’s worth ten lessons?” she asked teasingly.

“Well, you haven’t lied to me thus far.”

She turned to look at him over her shoulder and saw the smirk on his face. She was enjoying the banter with him and already felt at ease.

Touching her on the shoulder, he stopped her in front of a large furnace. “How much do you already know about the art of glassblowing, Emma?”

“Well…I’ve watched every season of Blown Away on Netflix and quite a few YouTube videos. Does that count?” she asked, with a hint of embarrassment.

“Of course it does. I’ve watched them myself. Let’s see if you can identify some of the tools of the trade.”

As he led her around the shop, she was able to name many things he pointed out, such as the furnace containing the molten glass, the glory hole, where glass in the process of being blown was reheated, and the annealer, in which glass projects were placed to cool slowly.

He also asked her questions about the process of glassblowing to get an idea of what she knew and didn’t know. She impressed him again when she talked about gathering the glass with a blowpipe, rolling it on the steel marver table and rolling it in ground glass called frit to give it color. In addition, she correctly identified the majority of the tools he had laid out on the bench.

“You obviously know most of the important terms and equipment already, Swan,” he praised when they finished the tour. “Now you just have to actually do some glassblowing yourself. Are you ready?”

“Absolutely!” she answered.

Killian handed her a pair of safety goggles, then he demonstrated the procedure, calling on her to help him from time to time.

“That’s the basic process,” he said when he finished. “How would you like to try it for yourself?”

“Really? You think I could do that already?” She was nearly bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation.

“Of course, and I’ll be here to guide you. First, choose a color of frit and then I’ll help you do your first gather.”

She went over to the table to look over the color selection and chose green.

“Excellent choice. Go ahead and pick up your blowpipe.”

She did as directed and went to stand beside him in front of the furnace.

“Now, I’m going to open the door and then I’ll help you, okay?” he asked.

Emma nodded and held the pipe the same way he held it during his demonstration. He slid the door to the left a few inches then stood behind her to guide her hands. “Place it on the bottom edge of the door and start turning it clockwise,” he directed. When she did, he put his right hand behind hers on the pipe, helping her slide it into the molten glass. “Keep turning. That’s good. Start pulling it back, but don’t stop turning.”

With him standing so close, she felt heat that she knew was from more than the furnace. Between his looks, his voice, the way he listened to her, and how he made her feel important, he had an unmistakable effect on her.

When she had the blowpipe clear of the furnace, she was excited to see the blob of orange at the end of it. “I did it!” she exclaimed.

“Yes, you did,” he agreed, closing the furnace door. “Now, roll it on the marver and then in the frit.” Reaching around her, he adjusted her hands on the pipe, surrounding her with his presence, though she could tell he was being careful to leave space between their bodies.

He patiently walked her through the entire procedure until she created a perfectly round orb and placed it in the annealer.

“Unfortunately, it takes about four hours for it to cool down completely, so you won’t be able to take it with you today,” he informed her.

“That’s okay. I’ll get it on Sunday when I come back for my next lesson.”

“I’m very happy to hear you’ll be back. I was hoping you would enjoy it enough to want to continue all of your lessons.”

She beamed at him. “It was incredible! I can hardly wait until next time. What will we make on Sunday?”

He grinned at her enthusiasm. “Perhaps you’d like to try making a paperweight or a Christmas tree ornament?”

“Either one sounds good to me!”

Glancing up at the clock on the wall, she remarked, “I didn’t realize what time it was. I probably stayed past my allotted lesson time, didn’t I?”

“I don’t set a length of time for my lessons,” he assured her. “I’d rather just go with the flow of it, than to cut it off when we reach a certain point in time. I’ve really enjoyed working with you today, Emma. You catch on very quickly and appear to be a natural.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re a great teacher.”

He rewarded her with one of his smiles that made her feel a bit weak in the knees. “Perhaps it’s both.”

“Well, thank you again, Killian. I’ll see you Sunday.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

She started to walk toward the door, but suddenly thought of something. Turning to face him again she said, “Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, could you take a picture of my project and send it to me once it’s out of the annealer? I want to show my friends that I actually made something today and I’d like to have proof.”

“Of course,” he replied. “Could you put your number into my phone? The one you called to set up the lessons was for the phone in the office.”

He pulled his device out of his back pocket, unlocked it, pulled up his contacts and handed it to her. Once she finished, and handed it back to him, he took a look at it. “Swan, huh?” he smirked.

“I told you I didn’t mind you calling me by my last name. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to confuse me with another Emma.”

He nodded as he tucked the phone back into his pocket. “Drive safely, Swan.”

Throwing him one more smile, she turned and walked out of the building.

*********

Killian stared at the exit long after Emma left, not really seeing the metal door with the chipped paint, but remembering the lovely woman who just walked through it. After hearing her voice on the phone, he had spent more time than he would like to admit trying to imagine what she looked like, but no image that flitted through his mind the past few days could compare to her actual beauty.

He was glad it took her a while to gather her thoughts when she first laid eyes on him, because his first glimpse of her left him a bit speechless, too. Spending nearly two hours with her only made her more attractive to him. She was witty, easy to talk to, and a fast learner. When he stood close to help guide her, it was very tempting to move even closer, but he restrained himself. He didn’t want to offend her or make her uncomfortable in any way. For all he knew, she could have a boyfriend.

That possibility didn’t keep him from admiring her, though. After she chose the color of frit for her project, he couldn’t help thinking how it would perfectly match her beautiful eyes. He almost told her so, but decided to keep the comment to himself, unsure of how she would accept it. The memory of those eyes sparkling with excitement was going to remain with him in the coming days.

Taking out his phone again, he looked down at her contact info with a smile, thinking about her last statement. He didn’t think there was a chance he would confuse her with any other Emma. She was definitely one-of-a-kind.

He traced his finger over her name on the screen, then locked the phone and stuck it in his pocket, before turning to go back into the shop. He could hardly wait until Sunday.

*********

“How was your first lesson?” Mary Margaret eagerly asked as soon as Emma answered her phone. She had just walked through the door of her small loft apartment and marveled at the innate sense of timing her friend seemed to possess.

“It was great! I loved it, and already learned a lot. I made something, but I had to leave it in the cooling oven, so Killian said he would send a picture of it to me when it comes out. I’ll send it to you once I get it.”

“Okay. Tell me about Killian! He must be a good teacher if you already learned a lot. How old is he? Is he nice? What does he look like? ”

There was a brief silence after she finished asking her questions. “Are you done?” Emma laughed.

“I’m sure I’ll think of more later, but that’s all I have for now,” Mary Margaret replied, humor coloring her voice.

“Okay, let me see. Yes, he’s a very good teacher. He explained everything while he demonstrated the process and then guided me through it when I did it myself. I’m not sure how old he is, but I would estimate him to be around my age. And he is very nice. He put me at ease right away.”

“And…” Mary Margaret prodded.

“And what?” Emma asked innocently.

“Answer the last question.”

“What question was that?”

Mary Margaret heaved a sigh. “Seriously, Emma?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Emma snickered. “He…he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, Marg. Dark hair, scruff, dimples and the bluest eyes you can imagine.”

“So Ruby was right! He is hot!”

“Hot and sexy,” Emma confirmed. “But I really don’t look forward to Ruby finding that out.”

Mary Margaret laughed. “I don’t blame you! She more than likely won’t let you alone until the two of you are married!”

“Oh, god,” Emma groaned. “Maybe she’ll forget I had my first lesson today.”

“Fat chance,” Mary Margaret giggled.

As if to prove her point, Emma’s phone buzzed with a text. Glancing at the screen, she groaned even louder. “Just got a text from her that says ‘How was your lesson with Mr. Hottie?’ How long do you suppose I can ignore it before I answer?”

“If you don’t answer, she’ll be pounding on your door very soon.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ve gotta go. I’ll send you the picture as soon as I get it.”

“Good luck. I’ll be listening for her scream when she finds out Killian is good looking.”

“I think I’ll just tell her he’s old and ugly.”

“You really think that will work?”

“Of course not. She should have been a police detective with her knack for interrogating people and making them confess,” Emma sighed. “Talk to you later, Marg.”

As soon as she ended the call, she responded to Ruby’s text.

E: The lesson was great.

R: Details.

E: I made a green glass ball.

R: More details.

E: It was fun!

R: You’re testing my patience.

E: I learned how to use the glory hole.

R: Glory hole? Now we’re talking. Were you horizontal or vertical at the time?

E: It’s a glassblowing term - an oven where you reheat the glass.

R: Whatever you say. Tell me about Killian.

E: He’s a good teacher.

R: What did he teach you? The Horizontal Mambo?

E: Ruby!

R: Ugh, fine! Is he hot?

E: Well, the furnaces are close to 2000 degrees, so it’s hard not to be hot.

R: If you don’t give me a direct answer Emma Swan, I’m coming over there to drag it out of you!

E: He’s very handsome.

R: I knew it! Did you ask him out?

E: Of course not!

R: But you are seeing him again, right?

E: Did you forget you gave me 10 lessons? I’ll see him at least 9 more times.

R: When is the next one?

E: Sunday afternoon.

R: Then you have a few days to plan how to ask him out.

E: You’re impossible.

R: And you love me for it. (smiley emoji)

E: I don’t know about that, but I do love you, Rubes.

R: I know. I’m adorable.

E: (rolling eyes emoji) I’ll send you a pic of what I made today when Killian sends it to me. It had to cool down so I wasn’t able to bring it home with me.

R: Ooh! He has your phone number and you have his! Finally, a step in the right direction! You now have the ability to send him sexy photos!

E: Ugh! I’ve gotta go, Ruby. Talk to you later.

R: Alright. Go daydream about your man.

*********

When Emma entered the glass shop on Sunday afternoon, she saw Killian sitting on one of the benches, speaking to an older man with a fringe of white hair around his otherwise bald head. Curious, she quickly strode across the concrete floor to where the two men were sitting.

Killian looked up as she approached and stood to greet her. “Hello, Emma. How are you today?”

“I’m good, thanks,” she replied, her eyes flicking over to the other gentleman, who was looking at her with a broad smile and twinkling eyes.

“I’d like to introduce you to someone,” Killian said, leading her over to where the man was now standing. “This is Marco Pinetti. He taught me everything I know about glassblowing. Marco, this is my newest student, Emma Swan.”

“Ah, yes, Miss Swan. Killian has told me about you and your potential to be an excellent glassblower,” Marco said, taking Emma’s hand warmly between both of his.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Pinetti,” Emma said sincerely.

“Mr. Pinetti makes me sound like an old man! Please call me Marco.”

She chuckled. “Okay, but only if you call me Emma.”

“Marco stopped in to visit and I asked him to stay to watch your lesson, if you don’t mind,” Killian said.

“That’s fine,” she replied, then turned toward Marco again. “Please just remember this is only my second one.”

Marco patted her on the shoulder. “We all have to begin somewhere, my dear, but from what Killian has told me, you catch on very quickly.”

She glanced at Killian and saw the proud smile on his face. Her face heating from the blush creeping into it, she said, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

As the lesson went along, Killian was just as attentive and helpful as he was the first time. Marco ended up staying for the entire two hours, and by the end, she had a multicolor paperweight and a Christmas ornament cooling in the annealer.

“Do you have any advice for her, Marco?” Killian asked.

The older man scratched at his beard in thought. “Follow your instincts and don’t be afraid of making a mistake. Glass is fragile, yes, but pieces can always be remade. Experiment with it and have fun.”

Killian was nodding his agreement, while Emma soaked in the master glassblower’s words.

“Killian was right - you are a quick study,” Marco went on. “You have a knack for the art and I’m very happy you’re pursuing it.”

“Thank you, Marco,” Emma beamed, while Killian looked at her with pride.

*********

The next month passed in a blur and far too soon, Emma was having her final lesson with Killian. She not only learned a great deal about the techniques of glassblowing, but had gotten to know her instructor much better, too. She really liked him, and was pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

It was all she could do to keep her hands off of him during their lessons. There was just something so enticing about watching him manipulate the glass, the muscles of his arms flexing with a light sheen of perspiration covering them. His knowledge, expertise and the easy way he explained things were also attractive qualities to her.

They texted one another daily. At first, it was just about the lessons, but eventually, they began sharing personal information with each other, discovering that they had many common interests.

When her final project, a plate with swirls of color, was put into the annealer, Killian turned to face Emma. “You have been a pleasure to teach, Swan. I’ve never taught anyone with more natural ability.”

Emma dragged the back of her wrist across her forehead to wipe away the sweat, but also to hide her blush at his praise. “Thank you, Killian, but I think it was because of your teaching that I learned so quickly.”

Killian scratched at a spot behind his ear, dropping his eyes to the floor. “It’s also been very nice getting to know you. I’m going to miss our time together.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “but just because my lessons are over, doesn’t mean we can’t still text each other.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t,” he grinned. “I, uh, I was wondering if you might like to go get something to eat while you’re waiting for the plate to cool. That way, you won’t have to make another trip into Portland to pick it up.”

She answered with a smile. “I’d really like that.”

They spent the next three hours enjoying each other’s company at Killian’s favorite diner on the outskirts of Portland. When Emma finally checked her phone, she couldn’t believe how much time had passed. She usually had trouble carrying on long conversations with most people, but it was easy with Killian.

“I guess we should go back to the shop so I can pick up my project and get on the road,” she said reluctantly.

He drained the last of the water in his glass. “I suppose it is about that time.”

He paid the bill, after insisting it was his treat, and they both got into his SUV. Emma found a radio station playing Christmas music and sang one song after another all the way back to the shop, Killian joining her after the first song. Once they arrived, she collected her project and carefully set it on the floor of the passenger side in her car, tucking a blanket around it, before turning back to him.

“Well, this is it,” she said with a sigh.

“It, uh, it doesn’t have to be,” he said, stepping closer to her. “You’re welcome to come blow glass with me anytime, Swan.”

Emma grinned, thinking about how Ruby would twist his words to become something dirty if she was here. “You’re right. I can always buy more lessons.”

He reached out to take her hands. “You wouldn’t have to buy them. I thoroughly enjoy working with you and I’m telling you the truth when I say you show a lot of talent. Please consider this an open invitation to come here any chance you get.”

“Thanks, I would really like that,” she assured him.

They stood with their hands still linked for several moments, until Killian broke the brief silence. “Emma, I…I would like to see you again…I mean, besides you coming to the shop. Would you be interested in going out with me?”

She answered without hesitation, “Yes, Killian. I would be very interested!”

His grin stretched across his face. “Fantastic! Will Wednesday still work for you?”

“Absolutely! I’ve been sure not to schedule anything on Wednesday evenings, so that will work just fine.”

“Wednesday it is, then,” he said, giving her hands a squeeze. “I know of a place just outside of town that has a drive-through Christmas light display. Perhaps we can take it in after we have dinner together?”

“That sounds perfect. Do you want me to drive over here?”

“No, lass. It would be bad form to make you drive here and back by yourself. Please allow me to pick you up at your place.”

“That’s very gentlemanly of you.”

“I’m always a gentleman.”

“I’ve noticed,” she said softly. “I’ll text you my address.” Pulling her hands out of his, she ran them up his arms to rest on his shoulders. Gazing into his eyes, she saw the same desire she was feeling herself and pushed herself up to her toes to meet his lips with her own.

She felt his quick intake of breath and nearly pulled away, thinking she was being too forward, but in the next second, he responded by sliding his lips against hers. As her arms wrapped around his neck, his encircled her waist and pulled her closer.

Emma didn’t make a habit of kissing men. In her experience, she found most of them to be forceful and controlling with their kisses, not caring if it was enjoyable for her. Killian’s kiss shattered all of her qualms as he let her set the pace, gently caressing her lips instead of crushing them.

He lightly teased the seam of her lips with his tongue and she allowed him entrance. His hands spread across her back, holding her firmly but tenderly, and she sighed with contentment.

Resting her forehead against his when they separated, she licked her lips and smiled. “I hope you didn’t mind me doing that.”

His chuckle rumbled in his throat. “In case you didn’t notice, Love, I most assuredly did not mind. I've wanted to kiss you since the first day we met.”

She pulled away and looked at him with wide eyes. “Really?”

  He nodded slowly without breaking eye contact. “Aye.”

“In that case…” she said, before initiating another leisurely kiss, enjoying the feel of his hands moving up her back and into her hair. Using them to tilt her head, he deepened the kiss, but kept it soft and undemanding.

This time when the kiss ended, she forced herself to step back. “I, um, I guess I should go.”

“I…” he started, his voice a bit shaky. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “I suppose so. I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Emma said smiling, before turning to move to the other side of her car.

Killian hurried around to open her door, responding to her appreciative smile with a flirtatious smirk. After she settled into her seat and fastened her seatbelt, he leaned in to brush his lips across hers one more time, then closed the door and tapped his knuckles against the window. She started the engine, shifted into gear and gave him a little wave.

Before she pulled out onto the street, she looked in her rearview mirror to see him rubbing his fingers over his lips with a slightly dazed look on his face.

*********

After Emma’s yellow bug disappeared, Killian stood in the parking lot for several minutes, lost in thought. He had been truthful when he told her he wanted to kiss her since that first day she walked into his shop, but to have her initiate it was a very welcome surprise.

He rubbed his fingers against his lips, wanting to hold onto the feeling of kissing Emma Swan for as long as possible. He’d had many first kisses, but he was hoping this would be his last first kiss. He was completely under her spell, and found he didn’t mind at all.

*********

Their date on Wednesday lacked all of the usual first date awkwardness as they shared easy conversation and genuine laughter throughout the evening. At the end of the date, after another languid kiss at Emma’s door, neither of them wanted to say goodnight. He finally tore himself away once they decided to go out again on Saturday.

They enjoyed four more dates before Killian went to England to visit his brother, promising to stay in touch with her during the weeks he was gone. Emma was disappointed they couldn’t spend the holidays together, but saw how much he was looking forward to being with his family after months of being separated, and was happy for him. The night before he left, she kissed him sweetly and told him to have a wonderful time, determined not to be one of those girlfriends who got weepy over saying goodbye. Just thinking of herself as Killian’s girlfriend made her smile and she knew no matter how long he was gone, she would be there waiting for him when he returned.

*********

“I found her,” Killian told his brother Liam when he picked him up at the airport.

“Found who?” Liam questioned, looking over his shoulder before changing lanes.

“Her. The one. The woman I want to be with for the rest of my life.”

Liam glanced over at his brother. “Are you being serious?”

“Aye, very much so,” Killian said. “Her name is Emma Swan and I met her when she was given glassblowing lessons with me for her birthday. She’s…a bloody goddess, Liam. I think I’m in love with her.”

“When did you meet?”

“Six weeks ago.”

“And you’re already saying you’re in love and want to spend the rest of your life with her?” Liam asked skeptically.

“You of all people should understand, brother. I remember you coming home after seeing Belle at Uni, telling me you met the woman of your dreams.”

“That’s true, and I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

“No, she’s the love of your life, and I think Emma may be mine.”

A smile spread over Liam’s face. “I’m very happy to hear it, Killian, and I’m sure Belle will be, too.”

Killian grinned and settled back into his seat for the rest of the ride to Liam’s house.

*********

“It’s your turn to open a present,” Emma declared, handing one to Ashley. “I had your name this year.”

The friends were gathered at the house Mary Margaret shared with her boyfriend, David, on the Sunday before Christmas. They had a tradition of drawing names for gifts, then exchanging them after making dozens of Christmas cookies. Now, the pizza they ordered was eaten and they were all a little tipsy on the margaritas Mary Margaret kept mixing up.

Ashley tore the paper off the box, lifted the lid and let out a squeal of excitement over the scented bath beads, bottles of her favorite lotion and a gift certificate for three massages. “I love it! Thank you, Em!”

“I figured you could use some pampering - being a wife and mother, and working full time.”

“Definitely. The closest I get to pampering these days is putting a new Pampers diaper on Alexandra!”

Her friends burst into laughter over her statement, then Ruby stood up to collect her gift from under the tree. Emma looked up when she stopped in front of her and held it out. “I got your name, you lucky dog.”

Emma bit her lip. “Am I going to like it?” She knew her friend had a penchant for giving slightly outrageous gifts. The year before, she had given Mary Margaret some racy lingerie that made her blush madly when she opened it, along with a very nice electric tea kettle.

“Of course you are! I mean, I couldn’t wrap Mr. Hottie and give him to you, which was my original plan, but I’m sure you’ll still like it,��� she said, with a toothy grin.

Taking a deep breath, Emma removed the wrapping paper from the large box. When she opened the flaps, she found a body pillow with a photo of Killian on it. Her jaw dropped and she could feel her cheeks growing warm.

“Now you can sleep with him every night, at least until he gets back home. Then you can sleep with the real thing!” Ruby crowed.

“Where…how…how did you even get a picture of him?” Emma asked, still a bit stunned. “This looks like the one I took at the airport before he left.”

“It is! You should know better than to leave your phone unattended around me,” Ruby cackled. “So…do you like it?”

Emma stood and held the pillow up in front of her to get a better look at it. She had to admit it was a thoughtful gift, and having a tangible reminder of her boyfriend in her bed every night was quite appealing. Looking over at her friend, she said sincerely, “Yeah, I do, Rubes. It’s really great! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Oh, there’s something else in the box.”

Emma sat back down and looked in the box, then covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

“What is it?” Elsa questioned. All of her friends stood up to get a better look.

Ruby reached into the box and held the box of thirty-six condoms aloft. “I thought I would get you a week’s supply!” she laughed.

*********

Killian was really enjoying the time with Liam, Belle and their children, Adrian and Elizabeth, but he was also missing Emma more every day. They called, texted or FaceTimed regularly and it got harder and harder to say goodbye at the end of their conversations.

Three days after Christmas, once everyone else was in bed, the brothers were sitting in the lounge, sipping rum in front of a crackling fire. Liam observed his brother staring into the flames and could tell his mind was far away. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?” he asked.

Killian startled a bit, then sheepishly grinned before raising his glass to his lips. “Aye, is it that obvious?”

“I can always tell when you get that dreamy look on your face. You look like a love sick puppy.”

“Just how many love sick puppies have you ever seen in your life, Liam?” Killian deflected.

“Enough to know you look like one,” Liam snarked. “You’ve got it bad, brother.”

Killian threw back the rest of his rum and set the tumbler on the coffee table. Rubbing his hands on his jeans, he took a moment before answering, “Being away from her this long has proven I love her. I can hardly wait to see her again.”

Liam nodded and stared into the amber liquid he was swirling around in his glass. After several moments, he said softly, “Then don’t.”

Looking up at him, Killian asked, “What do you mean?”

“You have an open-ended ticket to fly back, so you can return any time. I heard you tell her the other night that you wished you could be with her for New Year’s Eve. Why don’t you fly home and surprise her?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Killian chuckled.

“Of course not, you git. We love having you here, but Belle and I both go back to work January 2nd and you weren’t planning to stay once we do that anyway. Why not go back a couple of days early and spend the first day of the new year with the woman you so very clearly love?”

Killian sat forward in his chair, rubbing his scruffy chin in thought. “You truly wouldn’t mind?”

Liam stood and strode over to him, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We love you, Killian, and we will happily have you with us for as long as you choose to stay. But if you decide to go back and can catch a flight, we will understand. After all, you’ve already done an excellent job of thoroughly spoiling your niece and nephew.”

Grinning, Killian pulled his phone out of his pocket and brought up his internet browser to check for available flights back to the States.

*********

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us tonight, Emma?” Mary Margaret asked for at least the fourth time that day.

“I am not going to be a fifth wheel at a New Year’s Eve party where everyone will have a date,” Emma replied. “I’m looking forward to being in my pajamas all evening, eating popcorn, drinking hot chocolate and watching Netflix. I’m sure Killian will call to wish me a happy New Year, probably around seven, when it’s midnight in England, and I don’t want to miss it.”

Mary Margaret gave her a smile and pulled her into a hug. “Okay, but if you change your mind…”

“I won’t. Go have a good time and don’t worry about me. Even if Killian’s not here, it’s my first New Year’s with a boyfriend and I’m happy.”

*********

Emma checked her phone for what felt like the thousandth time that evening. When Killian hadn’t called at seven o’clock, she thought maybe he was just celebrating the New Year with his family, but now it was ten and she was beginning to think he had forgotten all about calling her. She tried to tell herself he might be waiting until midnight in her time zone, but that was unlikely since it would be five AM in England.

She pulled up his contact info on her phone numerous times, but kept herself from clicking on it since she was sure he had to be in bed and didn’t want to wake him.

As she was trying to concentrate on the third episode of The Devil in Ohio, cuddling up to her body pillow, there was a knock on her door. Sighing, she grabbed the remote to pause the show, and crossed the room, mumbling, “I told you not to worry about me, Marg.”

Pulling the door open, her legs nearly gave out when she saw her boyfriend standing in front of her. “K-Killian?” she squeaked.

“Happy New Year, Love.”

“Killian!” she cried, throwing herself into his arms. “How…oh, how are you here?”

“Liam convinced me to come back home to you,” he explained, letting out a joyous laugh when Emma started peppering kisses all over his face.

She stopped her onslaught to ask, “I mean, what?”

“You know, Liam, my older brother, he sent me…”

His words were cut off when she tugged him to her and kissed him soundly, only pulling away to say, “I don’t care. I don’t care how you’re here, I’m just glad you are.”

“So am I,” he grinned, hugging her tightly and swaying their bodies back and forth.

Once they finally ended their embrace and moved inside her apartment, she looked down at herself, her cheeks flooding with color. “Here I am in my pajamas, no makeup, my hair a mess. I look terrible.”

“You look stunning, Swan,” Killian assured her. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.”

“Charmer,” she giggled, running her hands up his chest to loop her arms around his neck.

“Just telling the truth, Love.”

Emma brushed her lips over his. “I missed you.”

He wound a loose tendril of her hair around his finger, gazing into her eyes. “I missed you, too. So much so that my brother called me a ‘love sick puppy’ and suggested flying back to be with you for New Year’s.”

“Love sick puppy?” Emma questioned. Her heart began to hammer in her chest, wondering if she was reading too much into the phrase.

Killian dropped his gaze and scratched behind his ear, before looking back up at her with a warm gleam in his eyes. “Aye, love sick…because I’ve fallen in love with you, Emma.”

Her responding kiss was an acceptance of his declaration, and when it ended, she breathed, “I love you, too.”

More kisses followed, both of them trying to convey their newfound feelings to the other. After a while, Emma became aware of Killian putting some space between their bodies. She tried to pull him against her again, but he resisted and the reason suddenly dawned on her.

“If what we’re doing is…affecting you, you don’t have to try to hide it, you know. It doesn’t make you any less of a gentleman,” she whispered. “And besides, you’re not the only one affected.”

His desire-filled eyes met hers. “I…I don’t want you to…think I’m pressuring you into anything…”

“It’s not pressuring if I want the same thing.”

“Are you sure?”

“See, this is how I know you’re different from most other guys. The second they hear a girl is interested in going to bed with them, they jump at the chance, instead of asking if she’s sure,” Emma smirked.

He rubbed the back of his neck as the tips of his ears turned red. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Trust me, we are.” He wrapped his arms around her again, and she pressed close to him, feeling his arousal against her belly. “I think making love for the first time would be a great way to ring in the New Year, don’t you?”

“Aye, Love. This New Year promises to be the best one ever, and showing you how much I love you would be an excellent way to start it.”

She beamed at him, gave him a quick kiss, then picked up the remote to turn off the television.

“What is this?” Killian asked from behind her.

Turning to see what he was talking about, her cheeks heated immediately. He was standing there holding her body pillow wearing a puzzled look on his face.

“That,” she said, “is my Christmas gift from Ruby.”

“Is it indeed? Well, I like this Ruby already! Have you been sleeping with it?”

“Yes. Are you jealous?” she teased.

“Of myself? Perhaps just a bit,” he admitted.

“Well, you don’t have to be anymore, because tonight I’ll be sleeping with you.” She took his hand and began leading him toward her bedroom. “Come on, I’ll show you the other present Ruby gave me.”

They entered her room and Emma dropped his hand to remove a small pile of clothes from her bed. Dropping them onto a cedar chest in the corner, she said, “I hope my messiness isn’t a deal breaker.”

“Not a chance,” he answered, glancing quickly around the room to take in her personal touches. He saw a few of her glass projects sitting on her dresser, and it made him smile remembering when she made each one.

“The bedding is clean. I just washed it yesterday, but I guess you don’t really care about that,” she said, turning down the top sheet and blanket. She knew she was rambling, but she was beginning to feel a little nervous about being with him for the first time.

“Hey,” he said, taking hold of her hands to still them, “breathe, Swan. Let’s take our time and let this happen naturally. There’s no reason to rush or force things to happen, okay?”

She brought her hands up to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt. “I love you,” she breathed.

His answering smile lit up the room. “And I, you. What do you say we get rid of some of these clothes?”

“Sounds good to me,” she agreed, pushing his coat over his shoulders and hearing it land in a heap on the floor. Next, she began unbuttoning his shirt, while his fingers found their way under the hem of her pajama shirt, caressing the soft skin he encountered.

His shirt soon joined his jacket and Killian sucked in a breath as Emma slid her hands over his chest, her thumbs skimming over his nipples. She felt his hands glide up her sides, taking her top with them. She lifted her arms, allowing him to remove it completely and saw his eyes darken with desire as he drank in the sight of her bared breasts.

“Absolute perfection,” he murmured, his hands moving to palm them. She bit her lip as his fingers stroked over her sensitive skin. After several moments of admiration, his eyes shifted back up to hers, then his hands were framing her face, his head dipping to kiss her. It was gentle and unhurried, and she could feel herself relaxing with every sensual sweep of his tongue.

When he pulled her closer, she gasped as her taut nipples came in contact with the coarse hair on his chest, causing her nerve ends to tingle. His hands made their way down her back and inside her sleep pants to massage her ass, making a moan escape her mouth.

She knew his hands could work magic; she had seen them as he manipulated glass. Now she was eager to feel them on every inch of her body and she told him so.

“With pleasure, Love,” he grinned. He began by ridding her of her remaining clothes, then urging her to lay back on the bed. She watched him sweep his eyes over her body, noticing the hunger in them as he took her in. “Emma, you are exquisite,” he breathed, his voice awestruck.

“Please touch me, Killian,” she pleaded, her hands reaching for him.

He obliged immediately, gliding his hands up her calves and over her thighs. His thumbs brushed over her mound, but continued over the curves of her body, stopping to caress her breasts. His body followed the movement of his hands, straddling her until he was hovering over her.

When his lips closed around one of her nipples, her back arched into him. Then his voice buzzed against the skin of her throat. “I want to find out what feels good to you, so don’t hesitate to tell me what you like, okay?”

“Mmhmm,” she replied, her eyes closing, already on her way to a state of bliss.

Killian was eager to touch his beautiful girlfriend in all her intimate places and discover the things that brought her the most pleasure. He shifted to her side and dragged his hand down her body again, nudging her legs apart when he reached them. “Are you alright with me using my fingers?” he asked in a low voice.

“Y-yeah,” she said, widening her legs.

He stroked his fingers through her folds. “You’re already so wet, Love,” he murmured into her ear, watching her bite her lip as she nodded jerkily in response. Continuing his ministrations, he began rubbing his thumb over her bundle of nerves, taking note of how her hands gripped the pillow behind her head.

Slowly, he eased a finger inside her, the heat of her channel welcoming him immediately. Adding a second one, he began to stroke her steadily. The quivering of her legs and the moans she was emitting assured him she was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. He knew she was right on the edge when her hips lifted off the bed and she rasped out his name in a wrecked voice. Leaning down, he sucked her clit between his lips and that was all it took to bring her to climax.

When he began teasing the nub with the tip of his tongue, he felt her hands gripping his hair and lifted his head to look up at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell, no,” she groaned. “That feels amazing!”

He grinned and ducked down to continue paying attention to her clit as he removed his fingers from inside her, bringing a gush of her arousal with them.

Feeling her hands loosening in his hair, he sat back on his haunches and waited until her eyes opened, glazed with pleasure. “Alright there, Love?” he asked.

She licked her lips before answering, “Yeah, and just so you know, I enjoyed that.”

“Did you really?” he said teasingly. “I’m glad you clarified that.”

“You’re awfully smug, Jones,” she said, trying and failing to sound miffed. Pushing up to her elbows to look at him, she added, “And you’re also far too clothed. It would bring me great pleasure to see you completely undressed.”

“As you wish, Milady.”

He removed his shoes, then getting off the bed, he unbuckled his belt and quickly removed his jeans, socks and boxer briefs. He knew Emma was watching him intently and heard her intake of breath when he stood naked before her. “See something you like, Swan?”

Emma was sure he would be impressive, and she definitely wasn’t disappointed. As he climbed back onto the bed and laid down beside her, she reached for him, stopping just short of touching him.

“You want me to tell you what feels good and I want you to do the same, okay?”

“Okay” he promised.

She took him in hand, stroking and squeezing his cock and feeling it grow harder as she did. He started pressing kisses to her throat and shoulder, murmuring words of encouragement and pleasure into her skin.

After a few minutes, he reached down to still her hand. “Don’t take me too far,” he requested in a strained voice. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

Taking his face between her hands, she kissed him sweetly. “I think it’s time to show you the other gift Ruby gave me.”

“Now?” he questioned.

She giggled. “Yeah, just wait.” She pushed off the bed and crossed the room to her dresser, pulling open a drawer to retrieve the box of condoms.

Turning around, she held it up to show him and he barked out a laugh. “Well, I do have to admit I didn’t come prepared, so I’m very happy you have good friends.”

Opening the box and removing one of the foil packs, Emma said, “She told me this was a week’s worth.”

“I like the way she thinks,” he smirked, as Emma joined him on the bed again. Tearing open the package, she met his eyes in an unspoken question and, at his slight nod, carefully rolled the condom into place.

Killian gently pushed her onto her back and moved over her, palming her breast with one hand, while his other cupped the back of her head to tilt it to just the right angle for him to plunder her mouth. Her hands scratching down his back, along with her needy, throaty sounds, had him as hard as he had ever been in his life. He felt her shifting underneath him and soon he was cradled between her thighs, his cock rubbing deliciously against her wet heat.

Their hands continued to roam, caressing and squeezing, while their mouths stayed connected in a searing kiss, punctuated by nips and panted words of desire. He began lightly rutting against her, trying to gauge her readiness by her reaction. Soon, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him to her tightly, and he got his answer.

He wordlessly encouraged her to loosen her legs enough for him to reach between them and line himself up. Pushing into her slowly, he watched her face for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was pure bliss and love.

When he was fully seated, he dropped his forehead to her chest, trying to keep himself from listening to his body, which was telling him to take her hard and fast. Her legs once again gripped his hips and he could feel her nails digging into his back.

“Killian,” he heard her murmur into his hair, “feels so good, but…please move.”

Raising his head, he kissed her briefly, then pushed up to his elbows and started thrusting shallowly. He wanted to savor the feeling of being inside the woman of his dreams; the woman he loved, and who loved him. It was almost overwhelming.

Emma had never experienced more pleasure in her life. She felt like every nerve ending was sparking, shooting heat throughout her body. Killian fit inside her perfectly, like he was meant just for her. Her pelvis raised off the bed as she met him thrust for thrust, her hands scrabbling for purchase on his back.

She didn’t know how long she could last as the pace picked up and his strokes went deeper. Then his rhythm stuttered as he pulled back to look at her and she nearly came completely undone from the look of utter adoration in his eyes.

“I love you,” he panted.

“I love you, too,” she responded. “Now, make me come.”

Grinning, he set about doing just that, and in no time at all, she was falling over the edge, ripples of intense pleasure moving through her body.

Killian felt her climax pulsing against his cock and couldn’t hold back any longer, joining her in a blissful state of euphoria. Not wanting to put his full weight on her, he rolled them over until she laid on top of him, their chests rising and falling together as they tried to catch their breath.

Her smooth, soft skin was a magnet for his fingers, as he drew abstract designs into it. He could easily spend hours holding her against him, feeling her breath on his neck, her hair tickling his arms and her legs tangled between his own. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so sated and content.

Emma didn’t want to move. She wasn’t sure she was even capable of moving since she finally understood what it meant to feel completely boneless. Words failed her, but she didn’t care. Resting her head on Killian’s chest, she could hear his erratic heartbeat and knew this was exactly where she wanted to be.

The comfortable silence stretched on for several minutes, until she felt him brushing her hair away from her face. She lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey, yourself,” he mumbled lazily. “Happy New Year.”

She looked at the digital clock on her bedside stand. “We still have forty-five minutes to go.”

“I’m claiming it early because everything feels like a new start with you. I know it’s very soon to be thinking about this, and I don’t mean to upset you, but I can see a future with you, Emma. A happy one.”

“That doesn’t upset me, Killian. For the first time in my life, I can picture being with someone in a committed relationship. I’ve always said I don’t need a man to be happy, and I don’t, but I think I can be even happier with you.”

He barely had time to answer her statement with a smile before she was kissing him, sweet and slow, sealing their declarations about their future.

After cleaning up and putting on the bare minimum of clothes - Killian in his boxer briefs and Emma in his discarded button-down shirt - she reheated some leftover spaghetti for him. He had barely eaten since having lunch with Liam and his family. He merely picked at the meal on the flight, his stomach churning with thoughts of how she would react to his surprise.

“Oh, hey,” Emma said, “can I take a picture of the two of us? I want to send it to my friends. They were worried about me spending New Year’s Eve by myself.”

“Of course, but if they asked you to do something with them, why didn’t you, Love?”

“Because I was convinced you would call me when it was midnight in England and I didn’t want to miss talking to you.”

“So I disappointed you.”

She got up from her seat and circled around the table. Standing behind him, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. “You definitely made up for it, my love.”

After collecting her phone from the living room, she resumed her spot behind him, wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth with her finger, and took a selfie of the two of them. Adding the caption ‘Look who came all the way from England to surprise me for New Year’s’, she sent it to her friends in their group chat.

She didn’t expect to get immediate responses since it was only a few minutes before midnight, but Ashley’s reply appeared within a few seconds.

A: OMG Emma! That’s fantastic! I’m so happy for you!

E: Thanks! Why did you answer so fast?

A: We had to come home early because Alexandra got sick.

E: Oh no! Hope she feels better soon.

A: She seems fine and is already asleep. I think she just missed mommy and daddy.

E: That’s good. Well, Happy New Year to all of you!

A: Happy New Year to you and your man too!

Emma couldn’t help the ridiculously wide smile that crossed her face at her friend’s last statement. Her man. She had a man, and not just any man. The sexiest, sweetest, most handsome man she’d ever met…and he loved her.

Checking the time on her device, she noticed it was 11:58. “Do you want to watch the ball drop?” she asked Killian.

“Sure, then we can officially welcome in the New Year.”

They sat down on the sofa and she quickly found a TV station where they could watch the countdown, which had already started. When it got to the final ten seconds, Killian took her hand and squeezed it as they chanted the numbers together. As the huge, glittering ball reached the bottom and lit up with the New Year, they embraced one another and shared a passionate kiss, only pausing to exchange I love you’s before diving back in for more.

Emma had pushed him back on the couch and was trailing kisses down his throat, when her phone started buzzing on the end table. She ignored it, until he asked, “Are…aren’t you going to get that, Love?”

She sat up and looked at him. “Do you want me to?”

“Whoever it is will probably continue to call until you answer it,” he reasoned.

Emma sighed and grabbed the buzzing phone. Seeing the name on the screen, she rolled her eyes. “It’s Ruby.”

He grinned at her consternation while she swiped across the screen. “Hey, Rubes.”

“GIRRRRRRLLLL!” Ruby screeched and Emma pulled the phone away from her ear with a pained look on her face. “Mr. Hottie showed up at your door? And he CAME all the way from England! He must be the most prolific lover of all time!”

“Oh, good grief, Ruby! Why do you always make everything sexual? And why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be sucking face with Graham?”

“I already did and he knows he’ll get hot Ruby love later, but I saw your text and had to call! Did you make good use of my gift to you? Please tell me you’re already well into your week’s supply!”

Emma’s face felt hot and she knew it was beet red. “He’s only been here a couple of hours.”

“And your point is…?”

“Look, Ruby. I’m glad you’re happy for us, but I’d rather not share our, um…personal details.”

Ruby’s loud laugh came through the phone. “You just answered my question, Emma Swan. If you didn’t want us to know you did the deed, you should have made sure he wasn’t naked when you took the picture.”

“He wasn’t…” Emma started, then looked at her shirtless boyfriend. He grinned back at her, rubbing his fingers against his bare chest. “Okay, he was semi-naked, but that doesn’t mean that we…”

“Of course it does. You’re not gonna convince me he flew in from a whole other country to spend New Year’s Eve with you and all you did was shake his hand.”

“You know what, Ruby? Why don’t you go give Graham some of your hot Ruby loving now. I’m hanging up. Happy New Year!”

“And a very, very Happy New Year to both of you, too. Now, go do some more celebrating!”

They received congratulatory messages from Mary Margaret and Elsa soon after and by that time, jet lag and a day of international travel had taken its toll on Killian. Emma ignored his protests of wanting to follow Ruby’s instructions and dragged him off to bed, where he promised to make it up to her in the morning, then fell asleep in her arms within minutes.

He was true to his word, waking her up in the most pleasurable way eight hours later, the two of them celebrating until their growling stomachs finally drove them out of bed at noon.

*********

The new year brought lots of changes to the couple, along with more happiness than either of them had ever known. Killian met Emma’s friends and their significant others, and was soon comfortable being part of the group. He spent many nights at her apartment and within a few months, most of his clothes were in her closet and his toiletries littered her bathroom.

Emma became a regular at Killian’s glass shop, while still staying busy at the bakery. Even though he was thrilled to spend so much time with her, he worried about the amount of back and forth driving she was doing in her old VW. One day in May, he surprised her with the announcement that he rented a warehouse in Storybrooke and was moving his shop there. She protested at first, not wanting the more isolated location to hurt his business, but he assured her his online sales were booming and that people would be willing to drive a little further for lessons, which proved to be true.

When he started looking for an apartment in Storybrooke, Emma suggested he move in with her instead, and he happily agreed. Once he had his shop up and running at the end of July, they moved the remainder of his belongings into her place.

In September, Liam and his family flew in to visit Killian and meet Emma in person. She had seen them through his phone screen on several FaceTime calls and already felt accepted by them. By the end of their week-long visit, her place in the family was cemented when Liam referred to her as the sister he always wanted.

Mary Margaret, who was newly engaged, was convinced Killian was going to propose at Christmas, so when he didn’t, Emma tried not to be disappointed. She really wasn’t in any hurry to get married, but after her friend planted the thought in her head, it began to take root.

Their plans for New Year’s Eve were to have dinner at their favorite restaurant overlooking the harbor and then attend the annual party at the town hall with their friends. That evening, Killian called her thirty minutes before their reservations to tell her he was delayed waiting for several orders to be picked up by the parcel service, and would meet her at the restaurant.

She blew out an exasperated sigh and sat down on the couch to wait until it was time to leave. Twenty minutes later, she buttoned her winter coat over the red, form-fitting dress she was anxious to reveal to her boyfriend, grabbed her handbag, and threw the door open.

It was like deja vu. Killian was standing in the hallway, dressed smartly in a navy suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie, holding a bouquet of red and white roses in a glass vase she was sure he made especially for her.

“Happy New Year, Love.”

“K-Killian, I thought you said…”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Just like last year, huh?”

“Well, not exactly like last year,” he answered, bending to sit the vase on the floor beside him. Then he pulled a jeweler's box out of his jacket pocket and lowered himself to one knee in front of her, opening the box as he did.

Her eyes immediately misted over and she covered her mouth with both hands.

“Emma,” he began, “you blew me away the moment you stepped into my shop. You’re the love of my life and I want to spend every minute of that life with you. It would make me beyond happy and proud to be your husband, if you will agree to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

She started nodding before he even finished asking, and then she choked out, “Yes, Killian! Oh god, yes! I will marry you!”

He removed the diamond ring from the box and took her trembling hand to slip it onto her finger, then stood and pulled her into his embrace, showering her hair and face with kisses. When their lips finally met, the kiss was like none they had ever shared before - a promise of their future which was more than just a dream now.

As they stood with their foreheads pressed together after the kiss ended, he murmured, “I guess we better get going or we’ll miss our dinner reservations.”

She looked at him with a smug smile, bent down to pick up the vase of flowers and turned to go inside. Once she set the bouquet on the kitchen table, she unbuttoned her coat slowly and deliberately, letting it slide to the floor when she was done.

Killian’s mouth dropped open at the sight of her in the red dress and his Adam’s apple bobbed several times before he could force words past it. “Swan, you look absolutely breathtaking.” Moving across the room, he pulled her to him for another passionate kiss. Slightly out of breath afterwards, he picked up the coat and held it up for her to slip into it.

“I don’t need it,” she said.

“It’s freezing outside, Love. Of course you need it.”

She took the coat and folded it over a chair. “No, I don’t,” she purred, draping her arms around his neck. “I want to spend New Year’s Eve with my fiancé, celebrating the exact same way we did last year.”

“But dinner, and our friends…”

“I don’t care about dinner, and our friends will understand once we tell them we were celebrating our engagement. Unless you would rather keep our original plans?”

His face morphed into his signature smolder, with a sly smirk and one eyebrow raised high on his forehead. “Your plans are much more appealing, my love.”

Taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom, she said, “Come on, then. Let’s see if your new fiancée can still blow you away!”

*********

Happiest of birthdays, Beth! I hope this brightens your day, and I wish the same for anyone else who reads it. Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Orchid Island

One shot for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer

A Tropical get away will provide Omega Emma and Alpha Killian with the chance to meet. And a chance to Bond.

  Orchid Island was a special getaway providing someone a chance to be introduced to their potential mate. If their instincts aligned, they would be given a cabana and a hut to join as a mated pair.

 The island resort was exclusive to Alphas and Omegas. Only Betas were employed, and even they were only around when providing refreshments or other necessities. Other than that, they were to remain as far away from the mating beings as possible.

 Each Alpha and Omega was flown to the private island in a small charter plane. Unless it was a boat transporting supplies or staff, no other vessel was allowed entry. Beta guards were employed for the sole purpose of ensuring the safety and privacy of the guests.

 Some say the island calls to the Alphas and the Omegas who feel drawn to the place at the same time as their potential mate. Others claim that it is the primal instincts that guide the being when their perfect other half longs for a bond.

 Whatever the case, Emma Swan and her friends found themselves as the latest arrivals to the lush tropical paradise.

 “Are you sure about this, MM?”

 “Trust me Emma. This place has a one hundred percent success rate. Any Alpha and Omega yearning to find a mate always finds one.”

 “I hope you’re right. I’m tired of going through my heats with only a toy for relief. I feel like if I don’t have an Alpha pin me down and claim me soon, I’m going to go insane.” Ruby huffed, already keeping her sharp eyes out for any sexy Alpha hotties.

 Betas wearing crisp white uniforms guided them to the Omega quarters, where they would be staying until they found an Alpha match.

 Emma noticed an abundance of the color fuchsia everywhere, as well as the scent of sweet tropical fruits.

 “I wonder what the Alpha quarters look like?”

 “You can ask your mate after you meet him.” A Beta woman answered Ruby’s question as she walked into the room. “But I’m sure there will be other things you will have on your mind at that point.” Looking at the rest of the Omegas, she said, “I want to welcome you all to Orchid Island. I’m sure you will have a wonderful time here. Though you are no doubt here to find a mate, please do not put pressure on yourself to do so. Allow yourself to relax and let things happen in their own way.”

 "I can't believe I let you guys talk me into coming here."

 "None of us are having much luck meeting Omegas. This place promises every Alpha and Omega will find their perfect mate."

 "But what if we don't live anywhere near our potential mate? How can it be perfect when there's a chance of being separated again?"

 "I don't know how it works, I just know that every person I've talked to who has been here has met the love of their life."

 Killian Jones left out that he may have had an ace up his sleeve. He knew that the Omega he desired most was going to be on this island. 

 He had yearned for Emma Swan since the first day he saw her take down an Alpha who was trying to get too handsy with her.

 He saw her regularly in the bar him and his brother owned, but there was never a good time to talk to her.

 And then one night he overheard her and her friends discussing going to a tropical resort they just heard about. The moment he found out where they were going and when, he was booking tickets for himself and his friends. Then he did some research about exactly what Orchid Island was, just so he could convince them all to go.

 It was unsurprisingly easy. Both Graham and David were pretty sick and tired of the single Alpha lifestyle. 

 Killian hoped the magic of the island would allow him to spend some time with Emma and let him know once and for all if there could be a future with her.

A tray of tropical drinks, complete with tiny colorful umbrellas was presented to the guests as they entered the gathering lodge.

A live band on the stage provided fun background music for the guests to get to know each other in the well lit space.

The intoxicating scent of the tropical flowers filled the night air.

It all lent to an environment that felt peaceful and relaxed.

The music stopped when a Beta woman walked up onto the stage and introduced herself as the Resort Hostess.

 “Wellcome All. We who operate the resort can guarantee the safety and wellbeing for all. For each rotation, there are no new guests who are brought in until the day after all previous guests have left. For the first day, we are all simply getting to know one another. Alphas and Omegas can meet and discuss whatever should come to mind. But by the end of the night, all Omegas go to their quarters and all Alphas return to theirs. There will be no mating on the first night. Tomorrow, Alphas and Omegas will be tested to see who is compatible with whom. The elements of the island lend themselves to providing the ideal conditions for finding a true mate. If a suitable mate is on this island, then you will find them and join with them. If anyone has not found a mate, then they will be offered pampering and other fun singles activities. For those who do find mates, their things will be transferred to the other side of the island. Each newly mated pair will be given a private hut and a cabana on the beach, to partake in activities for couples. The next three days are yours to do with whatever you like, to spend however you like. The last day you pack your things and return to your life, hopefully with a new mate.”

The Beta host did not mention that it was very rare for anyone to be partaking in the singles activities.

 In all of the time the island had been hosting mating gatherings, only two kinds of beings did not find a mate.

 1: Those who were too young and immature, and therefore not yet ready for a mate.

 Those in that category were often dragged to the island by well meaning friends and or family members who were trying to force things because they thought their loved one was lonely.

Many of them would return of their own choosing years later, and would happily find mates.

 2:Those that though they were fully mature physically, were not suitable lifemate material.

These were the beings who didn’t fully understand what it was to be a lifemate. Alphas that wanted to completely control an Omega. Omegas that wanted to manipulate Alphas and play them against each other. 

 Both sexes had been noticed to attempt to seduce and become intimate with more than one partner. It never worked out in their favor, since everyone else who came to the island was looking for a life partner, and could always sense who was and who was not suited for them.

Many of them had to be escorted off and banned from the island. There were incidents of them attempting to interfere with the matings of the couples who had paired up.

A few of those in the second category were rejected former companions who were hoping to get their ex back and or sabotage their chance at finding someone new.

 The Beta host truly hoped that she wouldn’t have to be dealing with anyone from the second category. 

 Becoming intoxicated by anything other than the perfume of the tropical flowers or the scent of their mate was highly discouraged. So drinks were switched to strictly the non alcoholic kind.

“You are all here to find a mate. And one can not do that if their head is clouded by artificial means.” The Beta Hostess explained.

There were a few in attendance who seemed irritated by the rules, but most of the guests agreed with the idea.

The real fun to be had was when they found their lifemate.

Killian, spotting Emma, made his way to her, hoping it was the first step toward a life with her.

“Hello, my name’s Killian. Will you allow me the honor of a dance?”

She thought the Alpha was incredibly sexy, but she hesitated. “I”m Emma. I would like to, but I feel the need to warn you, I don’t know how good I will be.”

“As with most things love, there is only one rule, pick a partner who knows what he’s doing.”

Emma allowed Killian to pull her onto the dance floor.

As they moved together, his eyes never left her face. The intensity in the way he was looking at her set her heart racing.

“I have a confession to make. I’ve seen you in the Rabbit Hole on multiple occasions. You were always there meeting someone, so I never felt it wise to approach you.”

Emma laughed. “I’m glad you didn’t. Or you would have cost me a lot of money.” Realizing how that might sound, she clarified. “I’m a bail bonds enforcer. It’s my job to lure in bale jumpers. Every one I bring in earns me money. Since I’m an Omega, it’s easy to lure in Alphas who have broken the law. I get underestimated, and then I get the element of surprise and the feeling of satisfaction when I take down Alphas twice my size.”

“I must say, I’m impressed. I sensed there was something special about you, but I had no idea just how amazing you were.”

Emma could tell Killian’s compliment was completely sincere and felt her cheeks grow warm.

All too soon, the resort host announced the end of that day's festivities.

“All Alphas and Omegas are advised to return to their rooms and get some rest. Tomorrow's planned events will reveal if your potential lifemate is here.”

There was obvious disappointment on the faces of both the Alphas and the Omegas. The attraction was already strong. Looks of longing were cast as each group was escorted back to their designated rooms.

“I have a strong feeling we are not going to be single after tomorrow.” Mary Margaret stated.

“That’s an understatement.” Ruby practically groaned. “I nearly presented for Graham right there in the meeting area.”

Emma knew exactly what Ruby was talking about. It took everything in her not to rub her backside against Killian’s groin and expose her neck for him to mark with a claiming bite. She could already sense that he was the Alpha for her.

In the Alpha quarters, there were similar statements.

“How am I supposed to sleep knowing that cute little Omega is so close?” David groaned.

“You think you got problems? I swear, that Omega, Ruby, smelled like she was about to enter her heat. I could drill through steel with what I’m dealing with right now.”

Killian could barely hear what David and Graham were saying. It was taking all of his focus and willpower not to rush to where Emma was and claim her that very night.

The hours until morning were certain to feel as if they were dragging on for an eternity.

The next day, everyone was eager to get started. There was a rush to get ready and make themselves presentable for their potential mate.

A Chase through the island was the test for the potential life mates.

All Omegas were to be given a fifteen minute head start. And if their Alpha could find them through the heavily scented forest, then there was no doubt that they were true mates.

The Alphas were kept locked away in the dining hall until fifteen minutes were up. No one wanted to risk an Alpha starting the pursuit too soon. Or having an unfair advantage because he saw the direction in which his desired Omega went.

The Alphas immediately started to become restless the moment they heard the giggle of the Omegas as they started off.

There was no clock in the hall, meaning they had to wait for the doors to be opened to know when the time was up.

The moment they heard the locks click, every Alpha was running toward the doors, which thankfully for the well beings of the Betas, had opened quickly.

The island was large and the number of guests was small, meaning that they soon all lost sight of one another.

Killian focused on tracking Emma’s scent. He had memorized it while they had been dancing, determined to trace it no matter how many smells were in the area.

Killian stopped suddenly when he heard Emma’s voice calling for him. He looked to where the sound came from and saw long blonde hair among some dark pink orchids. But his senses were telling him Emma had gone in a different direction. Though the perfume of the flowers was heavy, they could not hide Emma’s unique scent.

Dismissing the voice as him mishearing things and the vision as someone else, Killian followed his instincts and returned to the chase through the tropical forest.

In a short time, he caught sight of her. She ducked behind a tree, peeking out at him flirtatiously before pushing off and heading toward a clearing with a small waterfall and a pool of crystal clear water.

Emma, still at a distance from Killian, keeping eye contact with him, unclasped her dress, allowing it to pool at her feet.

Killian’s member became rock hard as his hungry gaze devoured Emma’s fully naked body.

The tips of her fingers trailed along her side. His eyes followed her path as if in a trance as he admired his Omega. But was soon brought out of it when her sultry voice promised, “If you can catch me, you can have me.”

With all of his strength and speed, he pursued the woman he desired as she bounded away with a naughty gleam in her eye.

She was quick. And quite agile. Years of having to avoid unwanted touches and containing misbehaving Alphas had made Emma’s body a finely tuned machine.

Killian was certain Emma would be caught only if she wanted to be, and that he just needed to prove he would never give up chasing her.

Killian nearly had her when he was suddenly halted by a tree branch snagging on his pants. Only the tips of his fingers were able to graze her lovely skin.

Emma giggled as she darted far from his reach.

With a growl of frustration, he tore the offending trousers from his body and continued his pursuit of his little blonde vixen.

Both completely naked now, they chased each other around the clearing.

Killian in all of his glory made Emma hesitant to test his skills for much longer.

He had already proven his determination to have her as his mate. And had revealed, in more ways than one, that he was fully equipped to provide Emma everything she needed in a mate.

Both driven by desire, him to have and her to be had, the game was brought to an end. Killian was finally able to get a hold of Emma. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, determined to never let her go.

He maneuvered them and pinned her against a very large boulder. They were both laughing at the conclusion of their little game until Emma’s backside brushed against Killian’s manhood.

They both let out a needy moan. Emma widened her legs, encouraging Killian to rub his manhood between her folds until they were both slick from her moisture.

“Do you consent?” Killian asked huskily, his lips brushing along the Omega’s ear.

“Yes.” Emma whimpered, nearly disparate to finally be claimed by the sexy Alpha.

It seemed fitting for their first time to be outside, surrounded by lush tropical foliage and the sound of the waterfall.

His instincts told him how to touch her and where.

He tilted her head back to claim her lips with his own. And used the other hand to knead and squeeze a breast.

Keeping his mouth sealed to hers, he plunged into her Omega cunny with his Alpha cock.

“Oh that feels so good.” Emma moaned, angling her hips back every time Killian thrust forward.

“Aye love, best I’ve ever felt.” Killian groaned.

It felt as though a thousand silk bands were wrapping themselves around the lovers, until their very souls were fused together, never to be severed again.

He never stopped kissing her, or touching her. He explored as much of her as he could.

“Alpha, claim me!” Emma called out. Killian was helpless to refuse. His inner beast demanded he heed the call of his true mate and bond them together forever.

The bite was the thing she needed to push her over the edge. Her walls tightened with a vise-like grip on his expanding knot.

He held her trembling body tightly, but tenderly, kissing wherever he could.

After resting a while, Killian and Emma realized that they were starving for food. They agreed that it would be a wise idea to get dressed and find out where they would be staying now that they were mated.

“Congratulations to the two of you.” The Beta hostess greeted the couple. “You passed the test of the forest. You did not become confused by the heavy perfume of the flowers. And you were not distracted by the visions the forest creates to trick unworthy Alphas. You have found your mate and can now enjoy the wonders the island provides for lovers.”

 “This makes three out of three for your group. The two Omegas that you arrived with, Miss Swan, have each found a mate with the two Alphas you arrived with, Mr. Jones. We will set you up with a hut near theirs so that you can all discuss your new found happiness.”

“Oh, Emma, you have a mate now too!” Mary Margaret shouted with glee, running up and giving her friend a hug.

“And he’s a friend of your new mate.” Emma revealed with a grin.

“Really, that’s wonderful! No one will feel left out when we’re talking about mated life. And we will all have so much to talk about. And we don’t have to worry about our mates not getting along.”

“Isn’t she the sweetest? So worried about maintaining peace.” David beamed, wrapping his arm around his Omega.

“We all seem to have gotten pretty lucky. We each found a mate that is perfect for us.” Graham commented, standing behind Ruby with his arms around her.

“Looks like Mary Margaret was right.” Ruby chimed in. “This place really can help whoever wants a mate to find one.”

The mated pairs were escorted to their huts, and informed of the things that would be provided for them.

Emma would later realize she had barely paid attention to how many mated pairs there were. But to be fair, Killian was really good at keeping her attention focused on him.

In the place for eating, relaxing and being entertained, there was a collection of large chairs, “outdoor daybeds” a resort staff member informed the couples.

To Emma, they looked like large wicker baskets turned on their sides, mostly closed off except for the opening for entering and exiting. Each had a thick soft mattress and a lot of pillows.

“They’re similar to nests.” Mary Margaret observed.

“Perfect for an Omega comfort.” David smiled at his mate.

“It would seem a shame to pass up the opportunity to enjoy them to their full extent. If you’ll excuse us, Graham and I are going to keep getting in touch with our wild side. We can talk about how happy we are to be mated when we get home.” Ruby said, pulling her grinning mate with her into a daybed.

Each couple settled into one of their own and enjoyed the platters of food that were brought to them.

Live music and entertainment were provided as each couple continued to get to know one another.

Clothes were discarded as the need to press flesh to flesh grew stronger.

As they lounged together naked in the outdoor daybed, Killian brushed his fingertips around Emma’s breasts. He marveled at the beauty of his Omega. She was everything he had ever dreamed of, and more.

Emma was just as pleased with her Alpha, he was everything she wanted. Her fingertips drifted slowly down his treasure trail.

Killian’s own fingers needed to explore and caress the beauty, and made their along her most sensitive places.

He kept his eyes on her, gazing in admiration while his hand traveled down between her legs.

She gripped tight to his wrist, unsure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

He noticed her jaw was clamped shut and understood her concern.

“You can be as loud as you want, love. I promise you that everyone else is far too lost in their own encounters to give any notice to what we are doing.”

Realizing he had a point, that no one would care what she and Killian were doing since they were no doubt doing the exact thing, Emma allowed him to continue.

With her relaxed and open, Killian proceeded to bring Emma to ecstasy. He pressed his thumb to her clit and rubbed in a circular motion.

“oh!” Emma called out, her chest heaved as a warm pleasure began to build.

“This is what I long to see every day and every night for the rest of my life; your beautiful face when you're consumed with ecstasy.”

If Emma could have formed words, she would have told him she wanted to hear his voice for the rest of her life. But the very sound of it had taken her to the point of sweet bliss.

 But Killian didn’t stop his ministrations. He pushed her past the point of discomfort and back to hot pleasure.

“Just take me Killian, please, I want you to.” Emma gasped as she felt herself on the verge of a second orgasm.

“Not yet, my darling. I want to see you come undone, again.”

The coil inside her wound tighter and tighter. Killian’s skilled fingers stroked Emma’s little bud with just the right amount of pressure. The coil snapped. A sweet wave of Euphoria washed over her. It was so intense that no sound could be heard when she opened her mouth to cry out.

Emma’s beauty when she was lost in ecstasy was so great that Killian just had to claim her lips with his own and thrust his tongue into the cavern of her mouth the way he would thrust his member into her quim.

She brought her hand up from gripping his shoulder to cup his head, running her fingers through his hair as she did so.

Killian continued to stroke her through, causing her body to tremble with the aftershocks.

When their lips parted for air, Emma looked into his eyes and murmured, “More.”

To let him know exactly what she meant, she moved his hand from her center. Emma then pulled Killian on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist and aligning his member to her core.

“You’re so greedy, my Omega.” Killian groaned, sliding into her. “I love it.”

Emma arched her body, throwing her head back.

“Yes!” She cried out, long past caring who could hear her in the throes of passion.

Killian may have reveled in knowing he had brought Emma so much pleasure that she had been able to forget herself, if he also had not been brought to mindless ecstasy.

Their bodies began to glisten with sweat. Each reached for something only the other could provide.

Killian became torn between wanting to fasten his lips to Emma’s, or leave her mouth uncovered so he could hear her shout her pleasure. He wanted to look at her. And he wanted to kiss every inch of her.

Ultimately, it was Emma who decided for him. Her little nips and bites along his shoulders drove him wild, taking him beyond the point of consciousness.

He took her mouth with his own, entwining his tongue with hers.

Her walls squeezed tight around his shaft, fluttering and contracting, causing his knot to emerge.

Their arms tightened around one another as their pleasure began to intensify.

Three hard thrusts into her was all it took to make them both reach that point of release.

The warmth of the island night and the heat from one another’s bodies made it easy and comfortable to sleep in the outdoor spots the couples had been provided.

Which meant that many lovers would fall asleep in one another's arms when their bodies were spent and sated, then wake naked with their equally naked mates body pressed against them. And then their carnal desire would be renewed.

Killian and Emma were in that moment between sleep and awake. The consciousness was dormant, allowing instinct to be in control.

Killian was aware enough to know his mate was naked in his arms. The primal part of him needed to have his beloved.

His hands slid over her. His body covered hers. His lips brushed along her face and her neck.

“Killian” Emma breathed his name, the sound going straight to his manhood, stirring his desire for her.

“Emma” was moaned from his lips when he joined with her.

Pure instinct controlled them both. Their movements slow and languid while their conscious minds gradually become aware.

Killian’s kisses grew deeper and lasted longer. The thrusting of his hips took on a more purposeful rhythm.

Emma’s eyes flew open and she called out as a great wave of bliss crashed over her.

Her eyes were filled with love as she looked up at Killian moving above her, making love to her.

It was the best way possible to wake up. Body filled with pleasure from the virile Alpha pumping his cock into her relaxed and willing body, and surrounded by the view of a tropical island beach.

He was just as in awe of her as she was in him.

He was amazed at how pliant she was, willing to be manipulated into any position he desired. And she seemed to greatly enjoy every one of them. He wanted to please her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life pleasing her.

“I’ll be so good to you, my love. I will fill your every moment with pleasure. And I will only stop when you tell me too.”

“Don’t you dare stop. Never stop.” Emma gasped in a lungful of air as she tried to pull Killlian deeper inside of her.

The shear curtains offered the illusion of privacy without blocking any of the breeze.

The cool air caressed Emma’s skin, soothing the flush of heat.

The mated pairs along the beach who were enjoying the same activities Emma and Killian were enjoying might as well have been on another island. For the two, the whole world was reduced to that little cabana.

Killian’s massive member thrusting into Emma’s tight heat was the only thing that existed.

“You feel so good. My sweet Omega. How lovely you look when you’re speared on my cock.”

Emma, panting and gasping, raked her claws over his arms. She loved when her Alpha talked while he took her. Her body seemed oversensitized, eager for everything her Alpha offered.

One arm under her lifted her, forcing her back to arch and bringing her plump breasts closer to his greedy mouth.

His tongue slid around her nipple then pinched it between his teeth, sending lightning bolts of sensation through her.

She dug her fingers through his hair, holding him to her as he suckled her breasts. She yanked and pulled, unable to control her movements with her body taken over by pleasure.

But it didn’t stop Killian from taking her to the very heights of ecstasy. And beyond.

The days passed quickly, seeming all to blend together as just moments of pleasure and passion.

“We’ll be going back home tomorrow. I wish we didn’t have to leave this island.” Emma sighed.

She and Killian were swaying gently in a hammock. Her head rested on his chest while he held her.

“I know what you mean, love. These past few days have been amazing. I dislike that when we go back we won’t get to spend every minute together. We’ll just have to snatch whatever fun we can when we can.”

She lifted her head, meeting his eyes. “What if we’re not like this,” Emma gestured to their position, “back home.” What if it’s only the magic of the island that had made us so passionate?”

Killian’s hold on her tightened. “I told you, Emma, I’ve wanted you since I first set eyes on you. Everything in me says we could not be more perfect for one another. And you’ll see. Our life together may not be as tranquil as it is here on the island, but it will be just as passionate. How can it not be?”

Killian took Emma’s lips with his own, and in his kiss she felt his full devotion to the bond they shared.

Then she was assured that they would always feel the passion they felt for one another during their stay on Orchid Island.

#captain swan #once upon a time #cssns 2022 #cssns22 #killian jones #emma swan #cs smut #captain swan supernatural summer #alpha/beta/omega verse #fantasy #captain swan fan fiction #captain swan fanfic #cs ff #cs ff au #captain swan au #grimmswanfic

[killianxswan]

yelling at me eventually works (thank you discord mutuals<3)

welcome to abby’s ongoing captain swan drabble series

(random, unbeta’d, unrelated, filthy)

majority smut with some whump in there, but feel free to send any type of requests/prompts/anything to my inbox ! i want to start posting more, and these come naturally to me, so i figured this could be good practice :))

as always comments/kudos (and requests!) much appreciated <3

#abby begs pleads and whines #captain swan #captain swan fan fiction #cscf23 #not a cocktober prompt but i posted in october and i’m happy about it oK #captain swan drabbles #cs smut #send me things!!! give shannon a break fr #thatmademewant #captain wench #captain duckling #i will indulge this hobby if it is the last thing i do

[motherkatereloyshipper]

4th Feb 2023

I'm having an emergency sale as I need to replace the shelves my kids keep their toys on.

For today only you can get 10k words narrated for only £85

That's 1500 words for free.

#podfic #audiobook #narration #captain swan fan fiction #reylo fiction #dramione #spuffy

[zaharadessert]

The Heart of the Saviour (11/12)

Rating: Mature to start with, some later chapters will probably end up being explicit.

Warnings: Abduction, Ransom, Mortal Peril.

Summary: One night, in every corner of every magical realm, every boy aged nine to seventeen disappeared. Not one remained. That was when Pan made himself known to the realms, and from that night the eve of every boy’s ninth birthday meant their disappearance, until finally the realms demanded to know what he wanted to return their children to them. Pan told them he wanted the saviour, and while most realms were confused Snow and David knew what he meant and confessed the role their daughter was supposed to have played in breaking the curse. The realms voted and agreed to Pan’s terms, and Pan stopped taking the realms sons, holding the children he’d currently taken as insurance of their compliance.

For the next fifteen years Emma’s birthday wasn’t a celebration, it was another tick on the countdown clock to the end of her freedom. Not that she was ever free in the first place, but to save every male child in the United Realms including her younger brother, Leo… She understood that she had a job to do, and she would do her duty with her head held high. What she didn’t count on was the sparkling blue eyes of the man Pan sends to escort her to Neverland in time for her twenty-first birthday.

Notes: Mostly fluff! With a little bit of angst, but I promise it’s nothing really bad… it’s almost over, but I want to say a huge thank you for all the support, the comments, reblogs, kudos, and even the emoji reactions when I drop these in discord channels. It all means so much! A lot of loose ends get properly tied up in this chapter, but I do really enjoy the way everything has played out in this.

Huge thanks to @kmomof4​ as always, I can’t believe we made it to penultimate chapter. You are a saint and I couldn’t have done this without you! Thanks to the @neverlandnewyear​ mods for running the event!

Enjoy?! Link to AO3 is down there somewhere!

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Read on AO3: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven

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The next morning, Emma was standing next to her mother as they surveyed a large map of the kingdom, trying to decide on the best routes that would facilitate short chunks of travel that would allow them to continue to plan a wedding around it as well as places that would be able to accommodate them overnight. Killian and Emma would travel with Roland and Delilah, and Tink and Tiger Lily would join them to ensure that if Emma needed any advice about her magic she could have it.

“How about the Ironwells? They’ve always been welcoming when we’ve visited before,” Emma suggested.

“That’s a possibility, yes,” Snow agreed.

Emma stepped to one side of the map to make a note on the list of possibilities, the quill scratching against the surface of the parchment as she hummed softly to herself while she wrote.

“I don’t recognise that one,” Snow White said conversationally.

“Sorry, Mama?” Emma asked, looking up with a frown.

“That song,” she clarified.

“Oh, it’s a sea shanty. The crew taught it to us,” Emma supplied with a smile as her graze dropped back to the map.

There was an urgent knock on the door and it opened before Snow or Emma could say anything.

“Your Majesty, there’s been an incident, down in the dungeons. A child has managed to get into his cell!” Sneezy babbled as Grumpy and Bashful followed him into the room.

Snow froze and Emma, confused, looked between the dwarves and her mother.

“A child? How long have they been in there?”

“We don’t know, we were checking on him as usual, every few days, dropping off more food and water, and he was just… there…” Grumpy responded this time.

“Did you speak to him, ask who the child was?” Snow pressed urgently.

Bashful shook his head and Snow sighed frustratedly.

“That’s not all, sister,” Grumpy added, and there was an unnecessary pause for effect which had Emma rolling her eyes and Snow raising an impatient eyebrow. “He demanded to see the Saviour.”

Snow gasped in shock, the goblet she’d been holding slipping from her grip and landing on the stone floor with a crash.

Emma looked at her mother in shock, concerned at her reaction.

“Find Charming,” she commanded. Bashful and Sneezy started to move but then Snow spoke again, an afterthought but she seemed to be berating herself for not having said it initially. “And Captain Jones.”

“Mama, what’s going on?” she asked, turning to face her, concerned by the ashen complexion of her mother’s skin.

“When they get here,” she murmured, her voice quiet and shaky in a way Emma had never heard before.

It didn’t take long for the two men to be found, and they were both striding into the room with looks of concern on their faces as they each approached their True Loves to make sure they were well.

“He’s asked to see Emma,” Snow told David urgently.

“Grumpy said demanded, and who is he?” Emma asked again.

“We have the Dark One, in our dungeon. He’s been there since before you were born, but he predicted your birth and that you would be the saviour. He helped us defeat Regina. It was him that told us we had to let you go to Neverland, that letting you embrace your destiny in this way was your best chance,” David explained.

“You trusted the Dark One?” Killian snapped, clearly shocked.

“What do you know of it?” David replied, stepping round Snow to face him.

“I know he’s the reason my brother ended up back in Neverland when I sacrificed everything to save him. I know he abandoned his own son, who eventually ended up in Neverland and one of Pan’s inner circle!” Killian snapped back, incensed that two people who professed themselves to be so good would throw their lot in with a dark sorcerer like that.

“Killian,” Snow said shakily. “I told you there were things in my past I wasn’t proud of, but he’s been locked up since before Emma was born because of us.”

“Trust me, the Dark One isn’t anywhere he doesn’t want to be,” Killian told them darkly.

“And he wants to see me,” Emma said, her voice sounding hollow and weak as she turned away from the table.

She was still being manipulated, still beholden to people who saw a bigger picture than she did. She felt nauseated and angry in equal measure.

“Swan, he had a son… who was on Neverland,” Killian said gently as he stepped up behind her, his hand on the small of her back. “Maybe he wants to know if you saw him? Maybe you just need to pass on what the shadow said?” he suggested, trying to calm her down, trying to instil some confidence in her.

Emma swallowed and looked into his eyes, she could tell he hoped he was telling the truth. He wasn’t just trying to placate her. His fingers moved just a little on her back, calming and soothing her as she tried to collect herself.

She took a deep breath.

“Well I’m not going down into the dungeons without a cloak, it’s cold down there. And we’d better take something down for the child, he’s probably freezing,” she said, and Grumpy, who had come back with Killian and David, nodded and left to collect the things she’d requested.

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Read the rest on AO3

#cs ff #neverland new year #neverland au #Captain Swan #The Heart of the Saviour #ZaharaDessert writes #Emma Swan #killian jones #princess emma #captain hook #captain swan fan fiction #omg we're so near the end now #sorry it's late I had an insane weekend #but I'm now going on a hen weekend next weekend too... #hahahaha #ooops

[everyfandomeverywhereallatonce]

I’ve been rewatching Once Upon a Tine which I haven’t watched since I quit partway through season 6 of its original run and it’s crazy watching the show from the beginning versus what my memories of it from the later seasons are

The show had so much potential (and managed to score some pretty good actors) so it’s kinda sad thinking of how it seems to totally lose its original focus later on and become kind of gimmicky

#captain swan is still one of my otps tho #and the show does lend itself to some great fan fiction #once upon a time #ouat

[iamstartraveller776]

Petrichor with Emma/Killian, please :)

Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt! I hope a little Lieutenant Duckling will suffice.

In the Quiet Moonlight

Killian stumbles across her late at night in a secluded glade. This is the place he escapes to on occasion when his ship is in port—when the past digs its claws too deeply in his thoughts. She’s like a specter, her pale, slender fingers hiking her skirts up to her knees as she picks her way through the damp grass on bare feet. Her long flaxen hair is wild, glowing in the moonlight, and he thinks she might have been out in the downpour that passed an hour ago.

When she settles on a large worn boulder in the center of the clearing, when her face tips up toward the glittering sky, recognition makes an uncomfortable knot in his throat. He remembers the day his brother received his naval commission years ago—and the adolescent girl who had made faces at him behind her father’s back during the stuffy ceremony. A teenage Killian got an elbow in the gut when he snorted at her crossed eyes and wagging tongue. Her triumphant grin, more teeth than lip, was endearing, and for a moment, he forgot the asperity that seemed to have been inked into his bones from birth.

Her delicate features, once rounder with youth, have been honed with time, but they’re no less familiar. No less beautiful. She lets out a forlorn sigh, and he wonders what woes could beset a princess who has everything. He’s heard the tales, of course, of her impetuous nature, of the wild antics that gave her parents their graying hair. A sailor regaled the crew with the story of her stowing away on another vessel, playing a cabin boy for half the voyage before she was discovered. Another swore that he’d once been served by her under the guise of common wench in a seedy seaside tavern. Each account was more outlandish than the last.

But the rumors stopped some months ago. He supposes she’s finally grown into her royal obligations.

He spares another breath as a voyeur before deciding to leave her to her ruminations. He’s hardly in the mood for company himself when he’s in such a state. Unfortunately, his quiet retreat is stymied by the crack of a twig under his boot, and he curses under his breath.

She jumps to her feet, dagger in hand. “Who’s there? Show yourself.”

Her mettle draws a smile from him. He rather likes that his sovereign isn’t easily cowed, unlike the simpering political figureheads he’s had the disagreeable opportunity to bow before during his quests for crown and country.

Schooling his face to proper deference, he steps into the glade and offers her the expected obeisance. “I apologize, your highness,” he says. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Her lips purse briefly at the title, but she lowers her blade. “Yes, well…” She pauses, eyes narrowing. “I know you. Captain Jones’s brother.”

He swallows down the turmoil this familiar honor-by-association drums up. Sometimes he dreams of breaking free of the oppressive weight of his brother’s shadow. But he loves Liam fiercely; he’s desperate to make him proud. Particularly when it was his own flaws that nearly cost them this life of military glory before it could begin.

“Aye,” he replies. “Killian Jones, at your service.” Another bow seems to be in order, so he ducks his head.

The princess studies him for a beat, then nods as if she’s made a decision. She squares her shoulders and, despite her unkempt appearance, seems to become the very image of regal heir as she returns her dagger to its hiding place. “You may stay.”

Stay? He raises his brows, but doesn’t voice his bewilderment. “Of course, your highness.”

She rolls her eyes, nose scrunching in a way that is reminiscent of the impish child he remembers. “If you’re going to keep that up, you might as well leave.” She climbs back onto the rock and crosses her legs beneath her skirts. When he stands in place, she gives him a pointed look. “Well? Are you staying or not?”

He ought to go if he wants to keep his head—the king is notoriously protective of his daughter—but curiosity is a siren song he can never deny. “If it pleases you, your—” He cuts off at her glower. “I mean to say, as you wish…Emma.”

“I do.” She pats the space next to her, flashes him a small smile, and it’s the sun peeking over the horizon after a stormy night.

Odd that. He’s never short of comely lasses tossing him a wink and grin. Yet it’s never been like this, though he can’t name what this is. He joins her, leaning against the stone rather than sitting lest he has to make a hasty getaway. No doubt a servant or guard will notice her absence and come searching for her.

Silence stretches between them, marred only by the distant crash of the tide against the pebbled shore. He’s not keen to broach the quiet with frivolous conversation, but he feels he ought to do something. So he pulls the flask out from inside his coat, unscrews the cap, and offers it to her.

She eyes the bottle with suspicion, but accepts it anyway. It only takes a sip before she’s coughing and sputtering, shoving the drink back toward him. “That’s foul,” she says, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth.

He makes a noise of agreement as he takes a pull from the flask. The sweet, smokey liquor is an old friend, though as a naval lieutenant, decorum keeps him from becoming a lush. “It does the job of drowning your cares well enough.”

“Oh?” She turns to face him. “And what kind of troubles does a hero of the Nine Seas have that need drowning?”

Plenty, he lets his wry look say for him. “A mite more than a princess, I imagine.” The words are out before he can think better of them.

She laughs, though there is a brittle edge to it. “You’d be surprised.”

“Indeed?”

He notices her gaze follow him as he takes another swig of rum. She nearly snatches the flask when he offers it again. This time she only coughs once after a generous gulp.

“I didn’t ask to be born a princess, you know,” she says.

That’s true enough, he supposes. He didn’t ask to be born a pauper. And yet, “You have more than a poor sod like me could ever dream of.”

She makes a derisive noise. “More rules. More expectations. More responsibilities.” She waves a hand in the direction of the capital. “All that luxury comes with a price. My life has never been my own and it never will be.”

The defeat in her tone is a prickly bur behind his sternum, and he frowns. “What would you do with it if you were free to choose?”

Her eyes gleam with fervor. “I’d burn every damnable gown I own and only wear trousers.”

“Trousers?” He grins at the image it conjures. She’d look fetching in them.

“Yes,” she says. “And I’d sail away to find adventure. I’d command my own crew, and we wouldn’t be beholden to any crown.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “A mercenary, then? Or pirate?”

“An explorer,” she counters, gesturing wildly. “One who also comes to the aid of others.”

He gently pries the flask from her hands before she can pour out the rest of his rum. “Worthy aspirations, princess. But pray tell, how will you feed your crew?”

Her enthusiasm dips as she seems to consider his question. “I suppose we can take on cargo and passengers or the occasional job—so long as it breaks no laws.”

“Of course,” he agrees with feigned somberness. Truthfully, there’s a certain appeal to her fantasy. Perhaps when he finally grows weary of his regimented existence in the navy, he might chase the vision she painted. The thought has a tang of betrayal to it, though, as if he hasn’t the right to savor that freedom if she can’t.

“I’d…” she begins, gaze dropping to her skirts as she picks at the fabric. “I’d marry for love. I’d choose who gets my first kiss and who…” Her cheeks color over what she leaves unspoken.

The bur in his chest becomes a spiky vine twisting through his ribs. “Would your parents truly deny you a love match?” After all, King David and Queen Snow were famous for their own enduring devotion to one another.

“Maybe not,” Emma says, resignation bowing her shoulders. “But if there is a man with an acceptable pedigree that I don’t find revolting, I haven’t met him—and I’m pretty sure I’ve met them all.”

Killian can’t hold back a soft laugh at her candor, but he quickly sobers at the melancholy in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” he says helplessly.

“Why?” she asks. “You’re not the cause of my suffering.”

“I’m sorry that I can’t save you from it,” he says with all sincerity. For a foolish moment, he entertains the idea of helping her run off. But they’d be chased until the end of time, his own brother likely leading the charge.

“No one can.” She stares out into the shadowed forest.

He wants to turn away from the ache drawn in her features, but he finds he can’t. Why had the fates seen fit to lock such a fierce, vibrant soul in a gilded prison? Will all that passion be smothered one day by the weight of her birthright? If so, it would be a travesty.

She glances at him with a guarded expression. “There is something I would ask of you.”

He can’t begin to guess what it might be. “Anything, lass.”

Without a word, she grasps the lapels of his coat and drags him to her. Her lips are suddenly on his, and he’s frozen from the shock of it. As quickly as she ambushed him, she pulls back with an embarrassed apology. No, no. That won’t do at all. This can’t be what she remembers as her first kiss.

He brushes back the veil of hair that had fallen across her brow, hooks it behind her ear and traces a line to the hollow of her neck. Her breath quivers to match the erratic cadence of his pulse. Slowly, so that she can refuse him if she wishes, he leans forward, pressing his mouth over hers in a tender caress. Her skin is soft beneath his palms where he cups her jaw, her lips supple against his. That indefinable something swells in his chest as she slides her fingers through his hair, as she relaxes into the kiss. He’s never had an interlude so full of desire and yet so innocent before, and he wishes they could dwell here indefinitely.

But the need for air eventually overcomes them. The need for reality too.

She rests her forehead against his. “Thank you,” she whispers.

Words tangle on his tongue. There are promises he wants to give her—of the independence and recklessness she craves. But he can’t give them any substance. “Aye,” is all he has left to say.

She doesn’t speak as she slides down from the rock. He doesn’t chase after her when she disappears among the trees, though he’s certain she’s taken something precious from him all the same.

The Jewel of the Realm takes to the sea once more, and he ignores Liam’s concern each time his gaze drifts in the direction of Misthaven. Because it isn’t gloom that darkens his thoughts when he recalls the scent of loamy earth mingled with the scent of her beneath the stars. No, it’s the seed of a treasonous story that’s taken root in his heart.

The tale of a navy deserter who steals away with a princess.

~FIN~

#captain swan #cs ff #cs fanfic #lieutenant duckling #prompt #my fic #cs fan fiction #cs fanfiction

[xadenviolct]

You know what I find almost... IDK, sad but funny, I guess--when it comes to the SJM/ACOTAR fandom?

The ship wars.

I remember a time (an age ago and in other fandom circles) where everyone was just "ship and let ship". We all had our faves, our OTPs and even our NOTPS. We all had our PREFERENCES and opinions and like-- that's just normal human nature. What one person likes, another will not, and vice versa.

There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with such a thing!

But what the ACOTAR fandom reminds me so much of is the OUAT fandom when it comes to ships. And damn, that was a nasty time. A horrible time (a lot like what SJM's books bring out in people today on the internet).

Because it became about attacking people, hating on people, thinking one side was dumb or delusional or stupid and it was just downright HATEFUL. The whole "us versus them" mentality was sickening and, while that, too, is part of human nature (sadly), at the end of the day, it all boiled down to one thing:

It was all FICTION, and some people were outright hating on/insulting REAL PEOPLE over such things.

The ACOTAR fandom gives me major flashbacks to that OUAT time. Just saying.

So here's the basic thing I've learned after time in many different fandoms, after many different ships and faves and whatnot:

Stay in your lane. Ship and let ship. Canon will be whatever it is (it might be "your" ship and it might be "their" ship, who knows; that's the AUTHOR'S/WRITERS' decision), but you know what the fucking beautiful thing about fandom is--

WE CAN DO (AND SHIP) WHATEVER AND WHOMEVER THE HELL WE WANT.

I'm gonna use OUAT since that canon is over, whereas ACOTAR is still-ongoing for an example. Canon-wise? Captain Swan (Killian/Emma) ended up together, happily ever after.

Did that mean those who shipped Swan Queen were wrong? That they couldn't participate in fandom? That they were somehow stupid or whatever other insult one side hurled at the other?

Fuck no. Swan Queen fans got from the story what they wanted, and there is nothing at all wrong with them continuing stories and art and whatnot with those characters and ships. Same for Captain Swan. The beauty of fandom is that shared ENJOYMENT of a source material and the potential to "what if" our way anywhere and everywhere.

Personally, I feel there's more story telling potential in an Elriel story than an Elucien story, but you know what? If SJM writes the book and it turns out Elucien, I have absolute faith in her that she will make the story work. That it will be written in a way for me to see it better (I mean, c'mon, lots of opinions changed on Nesta herself after ACOSF so let's be honest... it's bound to do the same with Elain in her book.)

But also-- whichever way it turns out (Elucien, Elriel, whatever), that is one version of the canon story. You want to ship the hell out of the other version? Fucking go for it!

Quit insulting each other for what one person likes/enjoys and just-- enjoy your stuff.

#acotar #sjm #elriel #elucien #elain #azriel #lucien vanserra #reading #stories #fantasy #books #fandom #ship wars #ouat #fandom discourse #ramblings of a mad woman #personal #okay that got a long longer than I initially intended #I'm sorry for rambling #But yeah just-- #enjoy what you enjoy and stay in your lane and ultimately remember that there are LIVING humans on the other side

[escherbug]

A while back, I decided to do a “design fusion” meme for TWRP to make myself some funky space-rock OCs. I kind of like what I came up with, even if I chickened out on the four-way fusion and put Ninja Brian in there.

Pyramid Scheme is an existing character from my friend’s EXCELLENT fan-fiction, Doctor Sung vs Pyramid Scheme, and Ardent Ignoble is my own existing OC. Captain Genre is actually how I imagine Black Swan’s titular character to look!

I really love the designs for Mr. Rhythm and Duke Kallat, personally! I’m always a sucker for a skeleton, and I thought it would be fun for Kallat to be a waist-down fish cyborg with an 8-string guitar.

#TWRP #escherbug art #highly recommend you read the fic #it's truly excellent and very very funny

[jackiestarsister]

"A Time for Everything" new chapter: "Acceptance"

Between Episodes 4x03 and 4x04, Emma talks to her family about her love life. Graham's death is acknowledged, David's conversation with "Prince Charles" is remembered, and Henry faces the reality of his mother dating Captain Hook. Ultimately, Emma accepts her feelings, and her family accepts her relationship with Hook.

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#Once Upon a Time fan fiction #Captain Swan #Captain Swan fan fiction #character study #headcanon #canon-compliant #jackiestarsister #relationship analysis #abc's once upon a time #headcanons #shipping #character analysis #Emma Swan analysis #Emma Swan character study #Frozen arc #hurt/comfort #Sheriff Graham #Graham Humbert #Once Upon a Time Graham #Neal Cassidy #Captain Cobra #Captain Charming #Charming family

[jrob64]

Sneak peek of a new story for  @apiratewhopines (and whoever else wants to read it!)

Today is the birthday of one of my favorite people in the CS fandom, @apiratewhopines​! I hoped to have this story finished for her and it’s very close, but I can only post the sneak peek this morning. The art and story are a result of  a conversation we had about glass blowing and what it would be like to see Killian Jones in a glass hot shop. It was meant to be a short one-shot, but it’s already nearing 10,000 words! I hope you love it, my sweet friend! 

Find the sneak peek under the cut. 

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As she drove to Portland Wednesday afternoon, Emma worried her bottom lip between her teeth. She was excited but also nervous, not only about learning something new, but also about meeting the man behind the sexy voice. She had actually dreamed about him the night after their conversation on the phone, as if her subconscious was trying to put a face with the voice that was still echoing in her ears.

Parking her bug in front of the warehouse her GPS declared was her destination, she drew in a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Then she grabbed the gift certificate off the seat, flung her car door open and stepped out.

She approached the building and pulled open the creaky metal door, looking around as she entered, but not seeing Killian Jones. Smiling at the glassblowing equipment spread around the large space, she mentally named things she recognized from watching the Netflix show and numerous YouTube videos.

Turning her attention to several blown glass pieces sitting on a table beside the door, she carefully picked up each one to study them.

“You must be Emma Swan.”

The words spoken close behind her startled her so much, she almost dropped the beautiful aqua colored bowl she was holding. Letting out a gasp, she quickly set it back on the table and turned around, saying, “Oh, I didn’t know you were…”

Her words trailed off as she got a look at her instructor. Her first thought was that her dreams of him didn’t do him justice, and her second was that his looks certainly equaled the sexiness of his voice. He appeared to be about her age, was a few inches taller than her, with dark, disheveled hair, a strong, scruff-covered jaw, piercing blue eyes and a gleaming white smile. His hands grasped both ends of a towel slung around his neck, making his biceps bulge under the sleeves of his tight, white T-shirt, the V-neck allowing her to see dark hair peeking out.

While he waited for her to speak again, he used the end of the towel to wipe away the sweat on his forehead. A few strands of hair flopped down over it once he finished and her hand inadvertently reached forward, intending to brush them away. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she jerked her hand back and ran it through her own hair instead.

He looked at her with his head cocked and a raised eyebrow, his roguish grin convincing her he knew the effect he was having on her. She cleared her throat and said, “Uh, yeah. I’m Emma.” Holding out her hand, she added, “It’s nice to meet you, Killian.”

He took her hand, squeezing it lightly as he shook it. “Likewise. Have you been waiting long?”

“Not at all. I just got here and was admiring your work,” she said, sweeping her arm toward the glass works on the table. “They’re very good.”

“Thank you,” he replied with a smile. “Hopefully, by the end of your lessons, you’ll be able to make some nice pieces, too.”

“That would be great!” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“Shall we get started?” he asked.

“Oh, do you need this?” She held out the crumpled gift certificate.

“Aye,” he said, taking the paper, folding it and sticking it in his back pocket. Then he gestured for her to go ahead of him.

“You didn’t check it. Are you just gonna take my word for it that it’s worth ten lessons?” she asked teasingly.

“Well, you haven’t lied to me thus far.”

She turned to look at him over her shoulder and saw the smirk on his face. She was enjoying the banter with him and already felt at ease.

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Hopefully, the full story will be posted within the week. Happiest of birthdays Beth! 

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[tinycryptograms]

BBC Ghosts Quiz

All information hopefully correct as of 15/09/2023. Answers can be found below once all the questions have been asked.

Question 1: What is Kitty’s favourite morning song?

Question 2: What are the colours of Mike and Alison's egg cups in the episode Not Again?

Question 3: Which actor voiced the Youtube video about the moon landing?

Question 4: What is the name of the concept character who haunted the neighbouring property and served as an example of “it could be worse” for the other ghosts?

Question 5: Who plays Dandini in the best pantomime that Mike has ever attended?

Question 6: How many swans are visible when Mary says “that one be Lucifer’s lackey, for sure”?

Question 7: According to The Captain, what items does Lucy carry secreted about her person?

Question 8: What were the items listed in “grandma went to the shops and bought an apple”

Question 9: What did Pat joke that Thomas’s variation of Cinderella would involve?

Question 10: How many scouts were there in Pat’s troupe during the archery scene?

Question 11: Where is the circus that Mr Cheese allegedly owns?

Question 12: According to Kitty, what are the colours of the rainbow?

Question 13: What does the Captain do while waiting to hear the King’s Queen’s speech on the wireless?

a. He paces across the room

b. He waits silently and patiently

c. He hums a little tune

d. He repeatedly bounces his leg

Question 14: What does Mike eat in Bump In The Night?

Question 15: What is noteworthy about the final scene of Free Pass?

a. Toby Nightingale pays for reparations to the house to prevent any further accidents

b. All the ghosts watch Mamma Mia

c. The sleeve of Thomas’s shirt appears to be wet

d. Thomas’s breath is visible

Question 16: What film do they all watch at the end of Redding Weddy?

a. Top Gun

b. The Notebook

c. Space Odyssey

d. Ghostbusters for the irony

Question 17: Who plays the ghostly doctor?

Question 18: According to Mathew Baynton, which modern musical artist would Thomas be a fan of?

Question 19: Which of the following did NOT occur in BBC Ghosts:

a. Fanny and Humphrey’s body have a romantic subplot involving cherry blossoms and Pat and Mary find it rather sweet

b. Robin doubts the existence of gravity until Florence inadvertently debunks the conspiracy

c. Thomas convincingly sells pleasing cheeses on Button FM

d. Kitty organises a sleepover and makes The Captain patrol the grounds in case Freddy Kruger is there

Question 20: Which characters does Pat have nicknames for?

Question 21: Which football game does Julian spoil for pat?

Question 22: Part 1: In “the hardest word” what does Fanny compare the sorry song rehearsal to?

Part 2: how does Humphrey reply?”

Question 23: How far did Mike say he was going to run?

Question 24: What species is the large tree houseplant in Mike and Alison’s room?

Question 25: What names does Alison call Robin when she’s shouting at the ghosts in Guerilla War?

Question 26: What is the name of the self-help book that Alison reads?

Question 27: What was the name of Kitty’s teddy bear?

Question 28: Why can Kylie Minogue see ghosts?

Question 29: The poster in Mike and Alison’s bedroom depicts what:

a. Diagrams of various British wildflowers

b. Dancing ghosts

c. A poster for a fictional band

d. Dancing skeletons

Question 30: In Something to Share, Mike is convinced that he can now see ghosts due to a peculiar concoction and a misunderstanding. He’s very excited by this and exclaims “I’m going to see a caveman” Does this ever happen in the series and how?

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Answers

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Question 1: What is Kitty’s favourite morning song?

Answer: There’s a Lark in the Bushel.

Question 2: What are the colours of Mike and Alison's egg cups in the episode Not Again?

Answer: white with a blue pattern and plain white. Additionally the white with a blue pattern also appears in the episode “The Hardest Word”.

Question 3: Which actor voiced the Youtube video about the moon landing?

Answer: Ben Willbond

Question 4: What is the name of the concept character who haunted the neighbouring property and served as an example of “it could be worse” for the other ghosts?

Answer: Pete

Question 5: Who plays Dandini in the best pantomime that Mike has ever attended?

Answer: Humphrey and it’s a wonderful performance.

Question 6: How many swans are visible when Mary says “that one be Lucifer’s lackey, for sure”?

Answer: 5

Question 7: According to The Captain, what items does Lucy carry secreted about her person?

Answer: A field telephone. A bag, and within that bag is a smaller bag, and within that bag, a bag smaller still that contains a stick of lipstick stick, a tiny mirror, and a comb.

Question 8: What were the items listed in “grandma went to the shops and bought an apple”

Answer: An apple, a packet of Monster Crunch Munch, a bottle of sherry, Playboy magazine, an Enfield N°2 standard issue revolver, swingball, and a lace brassiere.

Question 9: What did Pat joke that Thomas’s variation of Cinderella would involve?

Answer: Cinderella drowning herself and the prince dying of a broken heart.

Question 10: How many scouts were there in Pat’s troupe during the archery scene?

Answer: 5

Question 11: Where is the circus that Mr Cheese allegedly owns?

Answer: Bavaria

Question 12: According to Kitty, what are the colours of the rainbow?

Answer: Red, Orange, Yellow, Grey, Blue, Indigo, Very light blue (a rainbow).

Question 13: What does the Captain do while waiting to hear the King’s Queen’s speech on the wireless?

a. He paces across the room

b. He waits silently and patiently

c. He hums a little tune

d. He repeatedly bounces his leg

Answer: c

Question 14: What does Mike eat in Bump In The Night?

Answer: Trifle before falling asleep despite the very spooky circumstances.

Question 15: What is noteworthy about the final scene of Free Pass?

a. Toby Nightingale pays for reparations to the house to prevent any further accidents

b. All the ghosts watch Mamma Mia

c. The sleeve of Thomas’s shirt appears to be wet

d. Thomas’s breath is visible

Answer: d

Question 16: What film do they all watch at the end of Redding Weddy?

a. Top Gun

b. The Notebook

c. Space Odyssey

d. Ghostbusters for the irony

Answer: c. In the end they all watch Space Odyssey (although The Captain appears to be distracted)

Question 17: Who plays the ghostly doctor?

Answer: Paul Cawley

Question 18: According to Mathew Baynton, which modern musical artist would Thomas be a fan of?

Answer: Taylor Swift

Question 19: Which of the following did NOT occur in BBC Ghosts:

a. Fanny and Humphrey’s body have a romantic subplot involving cherry blossoms and Pat and Mary find it rather sweet

b. Robin doubts the existence of gravity until Florence inadvertently debunks the conspiracy

c. Thomas convincingly sells pleasing cheeses on Button FM

d. Kitty organises a sleepover and makes The Captain patrol the grounds in case Freddy Kruger is there

Answer: d. The others, despite being preposterous, have genuinely occurred.

Question 20: Which characters does Pat have nicknames for?

Answer: The Captain (Cap), Fanny (Lady B), and Maddocks (Mads).

Question 21: Which football game does Julian spoil for pat?

Answer: The Quarter Final between Argentina and England at the 1986 World Cup.

Question 22: Part 1: In “the hardest word” what does Fanny compare the sorry song rehearsal to?

Part 11: how does Humphrey reply?”

Answer Part 1: Battersea Dogs Home

Answer Part 2: “ Really? Was there a fire? “

Question 23: How far did Mike say he was going to run?

Answer: At least 10km

Question 24: What species is the large tree houseplant in Mike and Alison’s room?

Answer:

Madagascan dragon tree (Dracaena marginata). I think. I once had a Madagascan dragon tree called Gerald and Gerald looked very similar.

Question 25: What names does Alison call Robin when she’s shouting at the ghosts in Guerilla War?

Answer: Captain cave-prick and budget Tarzan

Question 26: What is the name of the self-help book that Alison reads?

Answer: Finding Sanity in the Insanity

Question 27: What was the name of Kitty’s teddy bear?

Answer: Bunty Bear. I like to think she named the bear that Alison gifted her Bunty.

Question 28: Why can Kylie Minogue see ghosts?

Answer: She fell and hit her head during the rollerskating montage scene in the music video for Spinning Around.

Question 29: The poster in Mike and Alison’s bedroom depicts what:

a. Diagrams of various British wildflowers

b. Dancing ghosts

c. A poster for a fictional band

d. Dancing skeletons

Answer: d

Question 30: In Something to Share, Mike is convinced that he can now see ghosts due to a peculiar concoction and a misunderstanding. He’s very excited by this and exclaims “I’m going to see a caveman” Does this ever happen in the series and how?

Answer: Yes, in a way. When Robin conducts the lightning in “Not again” his silhouette becomes visible.

#i hope this is coherent and somewhat obscure #the difficulty's probably middling? maybe? it's difficult to quantify #i hope you all enjoy this quiz and please let me know how you get on with the questions #i will happily make another one if asked #bbc ghosts #quizzes #bbc ghosts quiz #i would like to thank autism and having a relatively uneventful friday afternoon for making this quiz possible

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FIENDSHIP IS MAGIC  

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Princess Luna slitted her eyes and laid her ears back as she asked in a tone too mild to be safe for any that her anger was directed to, “Chest lineament and a day off at half pay for a colt with pneumonia? Rent up twenty bits put you at a hardship? Impre Sario was that rude to you both?”

Both Foamy and Clarice nodded. “That's right, Your Highness.”

Suddenly Celestia broke out in a chuckle as she commented, “That explains why he hasn't put on any ballets except The Singing Swan, The Dance of the Sweet Peach Breezy and the Awakening of the Dragon! They are all not only Public Domain, they are widely used as recital pieces for ballet schools! Every dancer knows them!”

Luna, however, was boring in on a different issue entirely! “Foamy, I got your request and gave Impre a benefice for two weeks off at full pay and for up to ten thousand gold in horsepital expenses with an extention if needed. Both were cashed at EQNB with signatures that matched the sample cards.

“Clarice, I have been paying top scale by benefice, which, like Foamy's were all signed to match the sample cards, as required when cashing Royal Benefices.”

Foamy snorted, “Afraid not, Your Highness. Impre always gave us pay packets with coins. None of the troupe, stage hands, set builders or painters, ever saw a benefice. Frankly, we don't trust EQNB at all. We do all of our banking here at Ponyville Trust and Loan. With Grumpy Goat on the Board of Directors, we know that it is dead honest!”

Princess Twilight snickered, “Dead Honest about perfectly describes Grumpeter! Good choice for banking too! All of the Principality banking is done there at PTL. PTL's got over ten times more in liquid assets than EQNB. That's why this Principality is so prosperous.”

Kin added to the mix a bit by offering, “What Foamy and Clarice just told you guys is spot on.”

Foamy and Clarice were not to be deterred from their initial goal, “Now that that's covered, about these dances! Kin, if you can do to us what you did to them,” she pointed at AJ, Rarity and Pinkie, “it would really help us to score these dances. We want to learn to choreograph them properly.

“We really like Princess Twilight's suggestion. It will let us add these dynamite dances to the show without having to work up a new main stage dance and sets. We only need to hang backrop and wings curtains that I know that we already have.”

Pinkie, to call attention, made a metalic BURR by doing a bust shimmy in her coin decorated dancing bra, and stated flatly, “We need Red and Sweet Lawn in on this. I'll bet that they could do backdrops that will really make the dancers stand out! Candy might have some good ideas too! You guys have seen her genius at costume design! I'd lay money on her fixing up something in these dances that would work for pegassi!”

That was when Twilight's mirror sounded a warbling tone!

“What is it, Captain Ranbow Dash?”

“We have some lard butt who claims to be from Canterlot Castle and in charge of the gala! He set off alarms trying to open the locked stage doors! He wants to dump all of Pinkie's scenery into the street to make room for HIS scenery that is on the train coming from Canterlot. He claims that the show will be a ballet called 'The Singing Swan'!”

Celestia chuckled, “Speaking of evil will draw it to you!”

Princess Luna interrupted, “Rainbow, this is Luna. If that lard butt is named Impre Sario, put him on!”

A dusty orange unicorn came to the mirror. He snapped, “Whatever your business, make it quick! I have only a few days to get this fundraiser gala organized!”

“Impre! Look at who you are talking to! YOU have no part in this show!”

“I don't care if you are this pipsqueek local so called Princess! My authority is directly from the Princesses Celestia and Luna! They outrank everypony in this kingdom! I AM IN CHARGE HERE.”

“I am afraid not, Impre. By the Joint Royal Order of Princess Luna, Princess Celestia and Princess Twilight Sparkle, you are removed from ALL responsibility connected to any show or event whatsoever.

“Guard Captain Rainbow Dash, by the authority just referred to, place Impre Sario under Royal Arrest. Cap his horn and put him into a cell until it shall be our Joint Pleasure to see to his case. For a holding charge, put embezzlement of 10,500 golden bits and forgery of a Royal Benefice for personal gain.”

The pony in the mirror was utterly aghast! “You can't do this! I have served you for years!”

Celestia put her horn into the conversation, “We are aware of that, Impre. We are putting the RIS on your case this very morning. While we were speaking to friends recently, I had occasion to look at Foamy's signature card at EQNB. It is a right handed signature. The problem is simple. Foamy is LEFT handed. The Royal Benefice that was cashed for her sick foal Barrel Racer's horsepitalization matched the card. She did not get the money. Luna has verified that by Bridge of Dream.

“If you do not cooperate in your arrest, our Joint Order is for you to be slain where you stand. All clear? No need to like it. Just cooperate or die.”

Foamy, overhearing the conversation was dropjawed! “Kill Impe! I know that he's a jerk, but death?”

Luna smiled but there appeared to be literal fire in her eyes! “Foamy, dear, what he did to you was only the tiniest tip of a very big iceberg. We won't know until the Royal Intelligence Service report is done, but it appears that he was hijacking around a half to two thirds of the ENTIRE Royal Ballet budget. There may be more besides. He did many fundraising events.”

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[shadowbender19]

And we’re back folks, if not a few days late. Sorry about that, I had to write a classics essay, of all things, so that held me up a tad. Despite that, here are my live thoughts and reactions for the new (and final :( ) Heartless video. Enjoy!

Alastor

“Curse of the hollow” is a vibe of a name, also I giving me Molly flashbacks

Ah yes, Genshin, something that I definitely know about (sarcastic)

Mythology vibes? We Stan

I love the attitude of, even if it gets scrapped or the comic never gets made, its fine, its fun to make. It’s a great philosopher towards creation

Yeah, he do be a vampire

Black hole/void magic is so cool. The audio it brings to mind is stunning

I love a spooky arm

The stars are plot significant

You can tell that I love the spooky arm thing, cause it is the main aesthetic of one of my D&D characters lol

Lorelei

I hate spelling her name, brain says no

I know that poster girl is a very common phrase, but for Lorelei specifically, it gives such a strong image. Those huge theatre posters that can’t fit on your wall, yeah that

Shoutout to all the people who did the black swan fanart

(Notes app tried to correct ‘fanart’ to ‘canary’ apple explain)

Ah yes, bird

Lorelei’s outfit being even slightly based on a wrestler is such a vibe. I don’t know what that vibe is, but it is indeed a vibe

Star placement is once again iconic. I feel like I’ll be saying that a lot tonight

The idea of the Lorelei fandom that almost certain exists in the Heartless universe having wild conspiricy theories about her tattoos gives me life, cause you know they would.

Diana

Cool cowboy + spy is a stunning aesthetic. That post about stealth vs. Russian stealth is strong with this one

The Eye!

As someone going through a Sandman phase, the ideas that come to mind at Diana being based on the Fates are numerous

The wld west vibes + the snakes are stunning.

So many references I don’t understand lol. Is this how my friends feel every time I speak?

Taking the two ‘heavy hitter’ characters and giving them the most ‘big brain strats’ fighting dynamic would make for such fun fights. Especially compared to other random fights that may happen in the series

Lance

The bastard boi!

Yes Alex, make it gayer. As God intended

My screen is small so I cannot see the face. Very sad

Alastor makes Lance captain for one day. He thinks, the guys literally a knight, how bad could it be? Next day Alastor revokes Lance’s position as captain

Alastor walking into a cell block, pointing at Lance and saying that one before walking out as the guards release Lance.

I don’t know why Lance is giving me the strong fan fiction ideas but here we are

He would call his sword teeth

He do be Erza

I actually did watch the video after he mentioned it in the last video. If you haven’t I highly recommend. Stunt people are icons. And nerds apparently

Eira knowing the ex-owners of Lance’s swords is great angst material.

Part of me says ‘armour cool’ Gremlin brain says ‘armour go clang when he walk’

I have not yet mentioned how much I love this specific art style from these videos so I will say so now.

Scales look amazing. That’s the comment

Shiny orange on the armour giving me NRG from ben 10 vibes

Scales on the sword handle. I love the attention to detail

Bandy

My beloved

He do be giving Mr Compress Vibes since day 1

Swap

The personality swap fits are great guys, never stop

(There’s a character in the current fairy tail manga who does something like this in a really fun way. Not relevant just came to mind)

The line between cliche and aesthetic is very thin

When he said, ‘not just normally playing cards’, my brain went straight to the idea of him having an absurd amalgamation of different card sets. Like he has a few Pokemon cards, a yugioh card, maybe something from magic the gathering. Black cards makes a lot more sense

Swap

Contract demons. terrifying

Pretty hair!

Puff go the sleeves

(Good lord my gremlin brain is taking over these comments)

I think I would prefer the banter rather than miming, but that’s just me.

I love this pose

Dock

Dock is probably the character I’ve seen the most fanart of

Right there! Love that he labeled it

Gross and scary and kind of decomposing. Now more people are going to have a crush on him

OMG, he’s an empath

Goop

We love a creepy cleric

“Pause for ADHD moment”

Another creepy arm!

Can’t wait to see this coloured (specifically talking about creepy hand)

“And also, pretty hot” - I have no words. I love

Alex paying specific mention to Dock showing his arm gives me the same vibe as that Tumblr post about the Mandelorians wrist

Love the Disney villain green on this guy

I was right, the creepy arm looked great in colour.

Final thoughts- This new style continues to impress me. I don’t know enough about art to say what’s change, but I absolutely adore it. The way it makes things glow especially sparks joy.

The curse names give me such strong DND vibes, specifically subclasses. But that may just be that bloodhunter subclasses are all order and they use curses. No more Heartless videos makes me sad, I hope that we get more content in the future. It may take some time for me to get excited at the idea of a new concept corner, but I know I will and I know I’ll love it. Heartless has been, and probably will continue to be my comfort YouTube series.

#abd illustrates #abd heartless #heartless #content #live reaction #alastor creed #diana shikari #lorelei #lance lothaire #dock heartless #bandy bellamis #shadow makes content

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Captain Swan FanFiction

Everything will change

KillerQueen86

Chapter 2

In the following days she and Killian were never seen again, Milah took care of her, bringing her a change of clothes and water to wash, helping her write a letter addressed to Elsa to warn her of her arrival in Arendelle and accompanying her to eat in the galley when the other pirates were busy doing other things. It was rare for her to meet a pirate, Milah had been good at making sure she could get out of her cabin when hardly anyone was around. She was curious about this woman: she was clearly Killian's lover, she had understood it by the sweetness with which they looked at each other, by the tone she used when she called him, but she didn't know if she was aware of their bond, if Killian had ever talked about his friendship with the princess of Misthaven.

“Much to go yet?” asked Emma, while the two women were eating in the latter's cabin, in religious silence.

"Just a couple of days," she replied, smiling at her, perhaps in an attempt to reassure her, to calm her down.

Emma's nervousness, however, was not so much for her "imprisonment" but for what would happen once they landed: facing a journey on foot from the port to the castle alone with Killian Jones would have been more tiring than these days at sea, because they would be alone for the first time since the beginning of that journey and they hadn't spoken a word since the first day.

“Why did a woman end up in a crew of pirates?” the blonde asked, trying to take her thoughts away from the Captain.

"I was a very unhappy woman: Killian gave me what I wanted most" she replied gently, confirming to Emma that the two were lovers.

"A man's love?" she asked shyly, confused, because she was certain that a woman as beautiful as Milah could have any man she wanted at her feet.

“No, the adventure,” she replied with her eyes shining.

“Love came later,” she admitted as she sipped on some wine.

He envied Milah, she was a happy woman, independent and satisfied with her life, Emma instead in the last year and a half had discovered a deeply unhappy woman, forced into a marriage she didn't want with a man she had learned to despise more than love. Her decision to accept her marriage proposal had broken her parents' hearts more than they had admitted, they had always wanted a life filled with love for her, but her fate had decided otherwise.

She missed her parents, she missed the castle where she grew up and her friends. Snow White and Prince Charming had surrounded her with love, their war council consisted mostly of their most trusted friends: not nobles, but the men and women who had helped them defeat the Evil Queen and King George.

Up until a few years earlier he had been able to count Killian and his brother among those friends, but then everything had changed: Camelot, always an ally of his parents, had put his own interests ahead of any promise of loyalty and soon the news of the death of his friends. Another consequence of the about-face of the king of Camelot had been the need for her parents to enter into new agreements, which had forced her to accept the marriage proposal of the Dark Lord's son and to move away from what she held most dear: her home. and his family. In the agreement it was foreseen that she would close all relations with her parents: according to the Dark One it was the best way to be protected and protect her secret, which is that she was in possession of the purest and most powerful magic, the magic born of true love of his parents. And that meant she couldn't even send them a stupid letter to inform them that she was fine, because anyone could intercept it and use it to hurt her.

After dinner each night Milah retired to the cabin she shared with the Captain, the one next to hers, and Emma couldn't help but stay awake until she heard Killian retire for the night, after which she usually always managed to falling asleep. That night, strangely, she wasn't so lucky: she felt agitated and felt its power vibrate in her veins, she didn't know if it was because she was more and more nervous as they approached Arendelle, she just wanted to get on deck to breathe without anyone following her.

So in an instant, she put on the dress in which she had come aboard and, trying to be as quiet as possible, she opened the door of her cabin just a little bit to be able to check if there were any pirates around. Her eyes, however, only showed her the darkness of the corridor; in the distance she heard the voices of the pirates locked in their cabins, so she plucked up her courage and left her cabin, being very careful to close the door behind her. She waited a moment longer trying to pick up some sound from Killian's cabin, but nothing: luckily everything was silent for her and she therefore decided to go on and go on. She climbed the stairs and already felt better, a light breeze came from the deck: she was thrilled at the idea of seeing the sea and the night sky, she had always liked traveling by sea, and, despite her current situation, what remained it reassured her.

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