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havenoffandoms · 3 years

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Keira/Lambert Breathless (NSFW)

Based on Kashimalin’s 50 Types of Kisses prompt list.

Prompt: “Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.”

Pairing: Keira/Lambert

Content Warning: smut, cunnilingus, oral sex, edgeplay, referenced sub!Lambert (if you squint)

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“Must you really do these experiments on my side of the table?” Keira asks, her tone just on this side of irritated as she eyes Lambert’s alchemy set spread haphazardly across the wooden surface.

“I never agreed to share a table, Metz,” Lambert quips back without looking up from where he’s grinding white myrtle petals with a mortar and pestle, “there’s plenty of space on the floor for you to write your notes.”

“In what imaginary world of yours do you get the table and I get the floor?” Keira gives an incredulous laugh before demonstratively shoving Lambert’s tools and formulae across the table, and spreading her own notes evenly across her designated half. “I don’t think so, witcher. Didn’t they teach you to share at Kaer Morhen?”

Lambert looks up from his task long enough to glare at Keira, not that she takes any notice of it. She simply carries on putting some order in her notes while pointedly ignoring Lambert’s sulking. She’s learned over the months that they’ve travelled together not to give his temper tantrums any attention.

“Do stop glaring, puppy. I paid for this room and I will kick you out if you don’t cooperate.”

Her words are met with an indignant huff. “I’d like to see you try, witch. Besides, I know you don’t want to get rid of me. I’m too lovable.”

“Yes, ‘lovable’ is exactly the word that comes to mind when I think about you,” Keira teases, glancing up at Lambert and raising a mocking eyebrow. The corner of her lips curl into a small smirk when she notices his eyes fall to her plunging cleavage - she’s been forgiven already. It doesn’t take much convincing with Lambert.

“I’m adorable and you know it, Metz.” Lambert tips the crushed white myrtle petals into a second recipient filled with dwarven spirit. “Now be a dear and go fetch me the Golem’s heart out of my pack.”

“How about you use the legs the goddess graced you with, and get it yourself?”

“If I do that, I will miss out on the view.” Lambert wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as to leave no doubt about the nature of his intentions. Keira rolls her eyes, though she’s unable to hide her pleased smirk at Lambert’s innuendo. After all, it’s always nice to feel desired, and Keira finds that she really enjoys being desired by this prickly witcher, who never fails to melt under her expert ministrations.

“With how irritating you’ve been all day, what makes you think you’ll get a glimpse of this particular view at all tonight?” Keira taunts in return, though her tone is playful rather than scorned. Judging by the hungry shimmer that flashes in Lambert’s amber eyes, he knows very well what kind of game Keira is playing. It’s their favourite game, after all.

“I know you can’t resist my charms, Metz. I warned you the first time you came to my bed-”

“I think you’ll find that it was you who sneaked into my bed,” the sorceress corrects, crossing her arms under her chest just so, an action that has Lambert stumbling over his words.

“Stop trying to distract me! As I was saying, I warned you that I’d ruin you for every other man. You just can’t resist me. I know just how you like it, just where to touch you...”

“Is that so?” Keira shrugs, as if Lambert’s statement left her completely unaffected, “I suppose you’re better than some lovers I’ve had.”

When Keira’s eyes meet Lambert’s this time, a warm feeling unfurls in his belly at the sight of his heady gaze on her. His tongue pokes out to lick at his dry lips, and the knowledge of what this tongue can do has Keira repressing a shiver. No use in inflating Lambert’s ego even more than it already is - if anything, the man needs to be taken down a peg or two. If only he wasn’t so good at certain activities...

Keira watches as Lambert circles the table and comes to stand next to her, towering over her and flashing her a cocksure grin Keira desperately wants to wipe off his stupidly handsome face. Lambert presses the palm of his hand on the table for leverage and braces himself on the back of Keira’s chair with the other, effectively trapping her in place. The thought makes Keira feel things, though she knows better than to give Lambert the satisfaction of seeing just how affected she is by his mere presence.

Though he can, undoubtedly, smell her arousal in the air.

“Am I better than Geralt?” he asks her, his voice dropping an octave as he fixates her with his intense gaze. Keira tilts her head up and offers a cheeky smile in response, one finger absent-mindedly tapping her lower lip as she ponders her next move.

“He’s a very selfish lover… something you’re decidedly not,” she finally provides, her words bringing a devilish smile to Lambert’s lips. Oh, how she’s come to dread that smile.

“You betcha I’m not,” Lambert breathes huskily between them, “figures Geralt would be. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Keira barely has time to register what is happening before she feels Lambert scooping her up in his strong arms and wrapping her legs around his hips, an action that pulls a startled yelp from the sorceress. Keira instinctively winds her arms around Lambert’s neck for support, taking a minute to get her bearings. Lambert’s smirk grows at her surprise, his tongue leaving a wet trail in the cleft of her breasts. Keira throws her head back at the warm tickling feeling, biting her lower lip when she feels heat pool in her belly. Unable to deny her own excitement at this sudden turn of events, Keira leans down and catches Lambert’s lips in a passionate kiss, which is more teeth than anything else.

Lambert’s always liked it rougher, anyway. He won’t mind, she’s sure.

“I’ll show you just how generous I can be,” Lambert breaks their passionate kiss long enough to whisper this promise to Keira, and this time she doesn’t hide the shiver of pleasure coursing through her body as her clit throbs in anticipation of what’s to come. Keira urgently kisses Lambert while he blindly carries her to the bed. She’s lowered down onto the mattress sooner than she expected, and is unwilling to part with Lambert’s lips just yet. She keeps her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening their kiss by sliding her tongue into his mouth. The action pulls a breathy moan from her lover.

“Demanding, are we?” Lambert teases, earning himself a slap to the shoulder, “told you, you can’t resist me, Keira.”

Her name on Lambert’s lips is intoxicating. He never uses her name outside the bedroom, always calling her ‘Metz’ or ‘witch’ to get a rise out of her, even though his attempts are futile most of the time. He exclusively uses her given name in bed, knowing just how excited she gets. Lambert cruelly pulls away from her, but before she can complain about the loss, Keira feels Lambert’s fingers roughly pulling the fabric of her dress to one side so he can latch onto her perking nipple. He laps at her pink nub with the flat of his tongue, toying with it just the way Keira likes. She keens when he parts from her with a loud ‘pop’ before bunching up her dress to her waist and tugging at her undergarments.

“Shit, Keira. You’re fucking soaking.”

Keira smirks and gives a breathless moan when she feels Lambert probe at her wet folds. He hisses a string of curses before lowering himself onto his knees and pulling Keira’s hips forward so her ass is resting on the edge of the mattress. Lambert pushes her legs apart, and Keira clamps down on the embarrassment settling in her throat and colouring her cheeks. This is Lambert, she reminds herself, and he’s never been anything but gentle with her.

Well, except when she asked him not to be, but she’ll keep those games for another night.

Keira startles when Lambert’s hot tongue gives an exploratory lick, tasting her and humming approvingly. He takes his time, like he always does, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner. Keira’s breath hitches in her throat at the sensation, a high-pitched whimper tumbling past her lips. She toys with her nipples as Lambert focuses all his attention on her clit, and Keira soon loses herself in the overwhelming pleasure washing over her in crashing waves.

Then suddenly, Lambert stops, which has Keira whining petulantly.

“Patience, Keira,” he rasps, blowing cold air on her throbbing clit, “we have all night.”

“Shit, Lambert,” her breathing comes out in short, uneven pants which have her chest heaving up and down rapidly, to Lambert’s pleasure judging by the lust-blown pupils, “fuck, don’t make me beg…”

“But you’re so sweet when you beg,” Lambert purrs, placing feather-light kisses on the inside of her thigh, pointedly ignoring her quivering cunt, “and I so love to hear my name fall from your lips when I’m busy between those gorgeous legs…”

“Fuck. Lambert…”

“Be a dear, Keira,” he gives her soaking folds a single lick, pulling a full-body shiver from the sorceress, “you know what I want to hear… wanna hear you ask nicely...”

“Holy fuck, you’re an arrogant prick, you know that?” Keira snaps at the same time as her resolve, “Please, Lambert…”

“Please what?” Lambert taunts, his lips ghosting over Keira’s clit, “tell me what you need from me, gorgeous.”

“Please, would you just fucking get me off,” Keira gives in, her need overriding her pride. She feels Lambert smirk against the inside of her thigh before placing a fleeting kiss to her folds.

“There’s a good girl,” he croons, but before Keira can lash out at him and call him a prick for such a damn tease, Lambert’s tongue is back on her clit. Keira’s insults die on her tongue as she throws her head back against the mattress, praying to the goddess that Lambert doesn’t pull another stunt like that on her. She feels the familiar heat pool in her stomach at her approaching orgasm. Lambert’s tongue laps greedily at her folds, bringing her closer and closer to that tantalising edge…

… and when Keira reaches her peak, she comes with Lambert’s name on her lips, whispered almost reverently between them. Lambert gives a pleased hum, lapping up Keira’s sweetness as she comes down from her high.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, Metz,” Lambert pulls himself up and braces himself on his forearms on either side of Keira, hovering over her and watching her catch her breath after her orgasm, “I’m not done with you yet.”

His smile softened considerably, causing Keira’s heart to somersault in her chest. He’s handsome like this, relaxed and content, happy to watch her bask in her pleasure. When Keira opens her eyes, Lambert leans down and catches her lips in a sloppy kiss, one hand coming up to cup the side of her face as a sword-calloused thumb glides gently across her cheekbone.

“You’re gonna pay for making me beg, you bastard,” Keira hisses, though there’s no heat in her tone. This is all part of the game. Her fiery spirit is what attracted Lambert to her in the first place, after all. “Might have to take out the silk ties from my packs…”

Lambert’s eyes widen at the suggestion, and she feels his cock twitch against her naked thigh.

“I guess we can work something out,” he retorts, voice gravelly with lust. Keira offers a secretive smile in return.

“Oh, that we will, my sweet,” she promises as innocently as she can.

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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FALLEN LIKE SNOW - CHAPTER ONE: PRETTY PLEASE

Written by @jeranasblog and Kinkybeanlien

(moodboard made by @jeranasblog)

After an unfortunate run in with his boss – Tony Stark – and a paparazzi in an elevator, Peter Parker finds himself at the top of a piste, skis attached to his feet and living the trope he has only read about in fan fiction.

Will he only fall flat on his face in the snow? Or will he fall for his annoyingly selfish boss as well?

Notes: Adult Peter Parker, Fake dating, One sided enemies to lovers, No powers!AU, Mutual pining, Sugar daddy!Tony, Sugar baby!Peter, Fluff, Smut and Angst. Smut tags for later: Wet Dream, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink, Mirror Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Bondage, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Edging, Lingerie, Dom/Top!Tony, Sub/Bottom!Peter

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Ugh. Peter rolled his neck as he stepped into the elevator. He pushed his shoulder back and flinched when he cracked. This internship was a killer on his body. It was fun and educational, for sure, but he really needed to mind his posture. Being hunched over his desk was already taking its toll. If only he could afford a physical therapist… “Babe, hold the elevator, please!” In a reflex, Peter pressed the button to keep the elevator door open and he looked up to see none other than his boss, Tony Stark, rushing for him. His mood soured immediately and he considered pressing the button to close the elevator doors. As much as he liked the work he did, Peter wasn’t very fond of the person he was working for. Wait… Did Mr. Stark just call him “Babe?” When Tony got close to the elevator he shouted. “Close it, close it!” Peter pressed the right button. His boss probably thought he could squeeze in at the last second, but unfortunately for him, that’s not how elevators work. Tony threaded the needle as the door closed, but the sensor picked up on him and Peter snorted when the doors opened again. The young man glanced up and saw a small horde of paparazzi rushing their way. Suddenly, Tony pressed into his space and took over the button, pushing Peter’s hand aside and repeatedly tapping the button as if that would make the elevator doors close faster. Peter scoffed and stepped back, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “Whoever let them in the building is going to get fired,” Tony seethed. “Maybe your security system is just lacking.” Peter said the words before he could think them through and if looks could kill, Peter would have been on the shiny elevator floor right now. “Mister Stark-!” One of the paparazzi, a young sprite who definitely didn’t look like she was with the gossip magazine her badge claimed her to be from, managed to get into the elevator. The doors closed, leaving the others behind. The elevator slowly started moving down. The three of them stood awkwardly. “I’m not answering your questions,” Tony said quickly. The paparazzi grinned and turned to Peter, who took a small, uncertain step back. “Well, then I’ll just ask your boyfriend.” “B-boyfriend?” Peter stuttered and glanced at Tony wide-eyed. The older man blinked once and wrapped an arm around Peter’s shoulder. The boy’s brows curled up into a frown. “Ah, yes! We prefer the term ‘significant other,’ right, babe?” Tony stared down into Peter’s eyes, a demanding fire in them telling Peter he would lose his internship if he didn’t play along. Peter laughed awkwardly. “Right,” he stammered. “What a scoop!” The young woman jumped once, only to realize they were in a moving elevator. She contained her excitement by almost literally vibrating in her spot. “Tony Stark’s new boyfriend! Or- significant other. What’s your name?” Peter’s lips pulled together in a pout. He sucked at his teeth and stopped himself from flinching when Tony’s hand squeezed his shoulder. “Peter.” “Last name?” “Private.” “Peter Private?” “No, Miss, he doesn’t want to disclose his last name. Duh.” Tony rolled his eyes and relaxed a little, letting Peter’s shoulder go, only to move his hand down to Peter’s back. It was warm and present and Peter wasn’t sure if he was okay with it. It felt strangely good, though. “Fair enough, I’ll figure that one out on my own.” The woman winked and Peter wished he could just disappear. “So, how long?” “Couple weeks,” Tony replied before Peter could protest or give any kind of answer on his own. “I take it you’re bringing him to the annual ‘Valentine’s Ski Charity’ event?” Peter’s eyes went wide. He’d heard about Tony’s infamous parties that he liked to throw in the most expensive places; Tirol in Austria being one of them. The charity event always sounded like an excuse for Stark to go all out and spend bucket loads of money to bring over all his bougie friends to get drunk and have lots of sex. Something Peter would rather not be a part of. “Obviously,” Tony scoffed. Peter raised an eyebrow and tried to keep a straight face, but this was starting to become too much. This man was unreal. He was using Peter. What a dick. Before Peter could explain the truth, the elevator doors opened. The woman from the paparazzi was ushered away by security, but everyone outside the elevator in the lobby could see Tony holding Peter the way he was. The way people in a relationship would hold each other. Oh, God. Peter felt sick. He wanted to run, but Tony closed the elevator doors and asked his AI to take them up to his office. Peter could only stare at his boss with a mixture of fear and anger, feeling the press of his hand still on his back. The ride up is silent. Peter could tell Tony was prepping some kind of grand speech for when they would get up to the office. However, Peter was certain he could kiss his internship goodbye. … When the friendly voice of Tony’s AI announced the arrival at his private office, Peter was frozen, staring at the arm of his boss, which was still wrapped around his middle. Neither of them made any attempts to move and Peter desperately wished he was somewhere else. The uneasy feeling was getting harder and harder to ignore until finally Tony removed his hand from Peter’s back and stepped out of the elevator and into his office. “I’m sorry, Mr.- Peter.” Tony sighed, falling onto the chair behind his desk in theatrical fashion. He looked several years older when the fake smile that he had worn in the presence of the reporter vanished and Peter was plagued by an unwanted feeling of pity. Sure, his boss was a dick, but the discomfort on his face wasn’t pretended. “Could you do me a favor and take a seat?” Tony gestured at the empty chair opposite the desk and, reluctantly, Peter followed the order. This was the time he would lose his internship. He had worked for it since he was in high school and now that dream would crumble into a million pieces due to his inability to keep his mouth shut. The silence was painful. Peter looked at his knees and fumbled with his sleeves. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. A million thoughts were running through Peter’s mind and he wished he could take his words back. Sure, scoffing at his boss was satisfying for a second, but it wasn’t worth losing the internship. When Tony still didn’t speak after several minutes, Peter got anxious and started to babble. “Look, Mr. Stark. I didn’t mean to insult your security system, but that’s no reason to take away my internship. I didn’t say anything to the reporters, I even played along, so just think about it before you fire me, please?” His voice died away the longer he was talking. “Mr.-?” “Parker, Sir.” His voice was dripping with venom as he called his boss ‘Sir’. “Mr. Parker, nobody said anything about losing the internship.” Fine, he would pack his stuff right away. He didn’t have many things at his desk, but he had to say goodbye to his coworkers at least- Wait, did he understand that right? He didn’t just get sacked? “I’m not fired?” He asked stupidly, staring at his boss with wide eyes. “No, Peter. You aren’t.” Peter didn’t comment on the familiar use of his first name, afraid to go too far so that Tony would change his mind. “But there is another thing I have to ask of you. Of course, there was a catch. Peter was talking to Tony Stark; one of the most selfish people on the entire planet. He would never let Peter get away so easily. “So, I basically told the world that you’re my ‘significant other’.” The painful expression on Tony’s face made Peter even angrier. “And I also said that you would come along to the ski event I’m hosting every year.” “Apparently,” Peter replied dryly, hoping he didn’t look too disgusted. Tony took a deep breath, his gaze fixated on Peter during his next words. “Peter, would you pretend to be my boyfriend during the event? I have to bring a date and we’ll be all over the news tomorrow anyways.” Peter blinked, staring at his boss and waiting for him to laugh. This had to be a joke, Tony would tell him any second now, that he was just kidding. That Peter was fired. But another look at the tired face of his boss confirmed that he was actually serious. “You want me to do what?” Tony’s expression turned painful again. “I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend during the ‘Valentine’s Ski Charity’ event. Pretty please?” Fuck. Peter started to panic. He didn’t want to play Tony Stark’s boyfriend, he didn’t want to pretend that he liked the selfish man, and he definitely didn’t want to go to the stupid event where everyone would spend the day drinking alcohol and having sex with strangers. Hell, he couldn’t even ski. The problem was, he didn’t want to lose his internship either, so the decision was made before he could think too long about the upcoming weekend. “I don’t have anything to wear.” Peter regretted his words immediately after they had left his mouth and he blushed furiously. Tony Stark, billionaire and playboy, was asking him, Peter Parker, for a favor and he could have asked for anything in return. He could have asked for a job after his internship or let his boss squirm with discomfort with hilarious demands. But instead, he had embarrassed himself, indirectly accepting the invitation while admitting that he didn’t have enough money to buy appropriate clothes. “Don’t worry, kid,” his boss said with a big smile which made Peter sick. “We’ll get you something tailored. That’s the least I could do, obviously.” “Obviously,” Peter mumbled, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He hoped he had spoken quiet enough that Tony couldn’t hear it. Of course, the billionaire would take him to his personal tailor. How would it look if Tony spent time with a cheaply dressed person? At least, Tony Stark owed him something. Peter planned to take advantage of this promise. “All right.” Peter sighed, determined to get it over with. “Just tell me when and where you need me.” Tony grinned broadly as if Peter had just saved his day. Well, he probably had. The man tapped his tablet a few times. “I’ll pick you up tonight, 15th street, to take you to the tailor. Just bring yourself, I’ll bring the money.” He chuckled slightly, but the sound died down as he saw the petrified expression on Peter’s face. “Do I even need to ask how you got my address?” “Honey, you work for me. I didn’t even have to hack your phone.” A cold shiver ran down Peter’s spine and he quickly stood up to make his way out. “Don’t call me honey.” The words sounded angrier than he wanted them to. “Okay, okay.” Tony raised his hands to appease him. “Thanks again. I’ll pick you up at six o’clock.” “Goodbye, Mr. Stark.” Peter relaxed when the doors of the elevator finally closed behind him. Why did things like this always happen to him? Now he had to spend a horrible week in the middle of nowhere in Austria in the company of a man he despised. He couldn’t even get home alone if things would get too bad because there was no way he could afford a flight from Austria to the States. MJ would kill him when he would tell her how he handled the situation. The only thing he was looking forward to was the opportunity to learn how to ski. … The elevator doors opened when Peter arrived on the ground floor, and one look at the crowded entry hall was enough for him to feel sick. Everyone was staring at him, the receptionist behind her desk, three men in expensive-looking suits at the end of the hall, even the cleaning staff stopped their work. Not even an hour had passed and the whole company knew of his ‘relationship’ with his boss. He felt like an animal in the zoo, caged in the small elevator and Peter wanted to take a lift back up, if it wouldn’t mean spending time with Tony Stark again. And he could definitely do without that. So, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and practically ran to the exit door. He tried not to listen, but he failed. “Isn’t he the one Tony Stark called his boyfriend? Why is a billionaire interested in someone so normal? Do you think he used sex to get his internship?” Peter heard his own blood rushing in his ears, and he swallowed, calming himself down because he didn’t want to cause a scene. They could say anything, that he is a sugar babe and just wants the billionaire’s money, but he couldn’t stand someone accusing him of getting his internship only because he had slept with the boss. Peter had worked hard for it every day. When he finally left the building, he was trembling, and his breath had quickened. Anger and fear raged inside of him, threatening to take him under and he fumbled for his phone in his backpack. It was all Tony’s fault. Of course, the billionaire would declare him his ‘significant other’ without thinking about the consequences for Peter. And now he even had to go shopping with him like a child that was allowed to buy new stuff with his Dad. The thought made his stomach churn. Tony Stark was a heartless and selfish person, but now it was too late to stay away from him. Peter was relieved when he eventually found his phone. He dialed the number of his best friend immediately. “Peter?” MJ’s voice sounded confused. “Shouldn’t you be at work?” Peter swallowed and pinched the back of his nose. How could he explain the situation? It was already a disaster. “I’m on my way home early. I have a problem.” “So bad, that you couldn’t even wait until you get home?” Now he could definitely hear concern in her voice. “Yes.” “Aight, shoot.” Peter pondered how to phrase it while he was waiting for the subway. He didn’t want all the people around him to know what’s going on. “So, you know my boss?” MJ sighed, and he could practically see her raising her eyebrows in his mind. “Pete, you know I do. You can’t spend a week without complaining about him. What’s it today?” “Hey!” She was right, MJ always was, but he had every damn right to dislike Tony Stark. The man was a plague, a curse, and the world would be better off without the playboy. Today, he had learned to hate the arrogant prick even more. When the subway arrived and Peter got in, he decided to tell it short. He didn’t have much time today because Tony-I’m-the-center-of-the-world-Stark would pick him up later. Brilliant. “You’ll read all over the news tomorrow that I am his new boyfriend.” There were a few seconds of silence before MJ started to choke and furiously coughed into the phone. “Jesus, Pete. A little warning would be nice. How did you manage to get yourself in such a situation?” “It wasn’t my fault,” Peter said defensively. “There were paparazzi following him. He wanted to escape and called me babe, asking me to keep the elevator doors open.” “He did what?” Peter wasn’t sure if MJ believed him. “I don’t know why he did it, MJ. And then there was this woman, and she started to ask questions, and then he wrapped his arms around me, and said I am his boyfriend and that I would come with him to this stupid ski event and-“ “Okay, Pete. Stop.” MJ interrupted his rambling. “Take a deep breath and tell me about it from the beginning. Peter obeyed and tried to calm himself down. He had been on edge for the last hour and becoming hysterical wouldn’t help him now. “Have you ever heard of the ‘Valentine’s Ski Charity’ event?” MJ chuckled. “Sure, Pete. You told me about it several times while you ranted about your boss.” Peter blushed, he didn’t notice before how much he was complaining about Tony, but he still thought it was justified. “When he told the press that I am his boyfriend, the reporter asked him whether I would come to this stupid event, and he said yes. Then he begged me to come along, play his boyfriend and promised me we can break-up afterward.” MJ roared with laughter and if his boss wouldn’t be such an asshole, he might have smiled himself. However, things were how they were, and Peter wished he could disappear for a week for the millionth time. MJ was still giggling, but she regained the better part of her control. “Peter, you can just say no. I don’t think he would fire you for that. Just tell him it’s your aunt’s birthday or something like that.” Peter paused. He hadn’t thought about that before. The fear of losing his internship had apparently switched off his brain and now he could hit himself for that. “It might be too late,” Peter confessed sheepishly while he got off the subway at his stop. “I didn’t react that well.” The silence that followed was uncomfortable. “What did you say, Peter?” He considered hanging up for a moment just to avoid her reaction, but it was better to get it over with while they were just calling. MJ would let him know her opinion anyway and it was easier when he didn’t have to look at her. “I might have told him that I have nothing to wear and now he is taking me to his personal tailor later.” Peter heard a loud thud, probably MJ banging her head on the table and it was followed by a long groan. “Peter.” “I know.” He started to panic, he didn’t want to fly to Austria, he didn’t want to spend a weekend in an overly expensive hotel and he definitely didn’t want to keep the mighty Tony Stark company. “MJ, I don’t want to go.” It was silent for a second and whatever he had expected, it wasn’t this. “You think you’ll lose your internship if you cancel?” “Yes.” “Do you want to lose your internship?” “No, of course not.” “Then stop whining like a child and enjoy the money your boss will be spending on you. Peter, you already said yes. Get over your stupid disgust and keep your promises.” Peter sulked for a second. He knew she was right and he needed to hear that, but it was so difficult to swallow the feelings. Just once, the billionaire should be let down. He should see what it feels like if you couldn’t buy something with money, that the world wasn’t centered around him. But Peter had already agreed, so there was no other option. “Fine, I’ll go. But for the record, I’m going to bug you with all my complaints in the next few days.” MJ snorted loudly. “As if that would make a difference; you already do it anyway.” Hey, that wasn’t fair. “Jerk.” “Coward.” He had to smile a little. At least he knew she would kick his ass if he would fuck something up. He adored his best friend, even when she was bossy sometimes. “Love you.” “Love you, too, Pete. Enjoy the weekend with your Sugar Daddy.” He hung up without saying goodbye. … Peter paced through his room. It’s a few minutes before six and all his mind could focus on was the fact that he was going to go to Austria. With Tony Stark. This weekend. Shit. He looked up the area and as gorgeous as it is, the whole situation was incredibly daunting. The nearest airport is Innsbruck. He figured that’d be important to know, should he need to get away. He got so caught up in his research, that he forgot the time. He can’t help it that Innsbruck is one of the hardest airports to land on because of the steep descent between all the mountains and the heavy updrafts? There are only a couple pilots who can actually fly via Innsbruck because the landing is deemed incredibly difficult and dangerous. That’s nuts! Ah, dang it, he was doing it again. But then, he’d rather think about the awesome videos of aircrafts landing and taking off at Innsbruck Airport than what he was about to do. Go shopping. With Tony Stark. Shit. Peter wanted to wear something at least slightly presentable, but with his measly college student budget, he didn’t have anything that could impress the CEO of his internship company. Who was Peter even kidding? Why would he want to impress Mr. Stark? The man barely glanced at him when they first met all those months ago. Peter looked up to him so much and when they first met, Tony straight up ignored him. He’s an asshole. Right? Popping the news to May was a whole other thing. Peter decided to only give his aunt half-truths, opting to keep the “fake dating” side of the story a secret. She was ecstatic, though. Her nephew was going to Austria for Tony Stark’s charity event! Ugh. She immediately rushed to the set of drawers in the living room to dust off his passport that he barely used and started gathering her inflatable cushion and other items that would make the flight more comfortable. While he appreciated May and everything she did for him, part of Peter wanted for none of this to be necessary. Why did he agree to this again? ... A strange combined rush of excitement and embarrassment washed over Peter when Tony rocked up to the poor student’s apartment building in his gigantic, polished Audi. Mr. Stark roared the engines a few times and Peter wasn’t sure if it was to get his attention or everybody else’s. Peter pretended he didn’t see his neighbors, who were walking their dog, watch him climb into the passenger’s seat of the insanely expensive sports car. He was quietly grateful that the windows were blinded. “Hey, kid,” Tony quipped. “Hey.” It stayed quiet, save for the car rumbling like a hunting lioness. Peter’s mind raced. He was in a car. With Tony Stark. Shit. Everything about this seemed so unreal, like a dream of which he couldn’t decide whether it was good or bad. The smell of the leather interior of the car tickled the insides of his nose and his fingers fiddled with the fabric of his jeans. Why weren’t they moving yet? Why wasn’t Tony driving? What is Mr. Stark waiting for? Oh, God. When Peter finally dared to turn his head to look at his boss, the man was staring back at him over his blue-tinted glasses with his eyebrows raised. “W-what?” Peter managed to stutter. Tony nodded at Peter’s chest and briefly mentioned what it was lacking. “Seatbelt.” ... “So,” Tony said after clearing his throat. The car ride had been silent and relatively awkward up until now. “I read up on you in your files, but you, Peter Parker, are very hard to read in person.” Peter pressed his lips on top of each other, forcing himself to keep looking out the window instead of at Mr. Stark. It’s not like Peter had a solid reply to that remark anyways. “If we’re going to do this, we’re gonna at least have to talk to each other.” “I know,” Peter sighed. He used the palm of his hand to rub his forehead while squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s just a lot all at once, okay?” Peter turned his head to look at Tony, only to find he wasn’t even holding the wheel of the car. It was driving itself. Peter stared at it wide-eyed. Tony cocked his head and showed a toothy grin with only one corner of his mouth curled up. “I like to tinker more than anything.” Great, Peter just voiced how insecure he is about all of this and Tony once again managed to turn the conversation to himself. “Modern Da Vinci,” Peter quoted the news sites, hoping that stroking his boss’s ego would help the situation. “Whoever said that is a liar,” Tony dismissed, tracing the leather of the wheel with his index fingers. Peter couldn’t help but stare at the rough hands and the way they caressed their property. Peter’s mouth went dry. He wanted – no, needed – to remind himself why his teenage crush on the man had crumbled. However, Peter couldn’t help how unfairly hot his boss was, even when he was nearing his fifties. Tony looked back up at Peter with raised eyebrows. “I don’t paint.” “Maybe you should.” Peter could hit himself. What was that kind of an answer? “I mean I could always just throw some grease on a canvas and call it art. Shit sells as long as you’re already rich and call it art.” “A lucrative business.” “Eh.” Tony shrugged. “I’m already surrounded by enough pretentious snobs. My art collection’s completely managed by my secretary.” Peter barely managed to hold in a snort. Pretentious snobs. Had the man never looked in a mirror? Or listened to himself talk? Tony pushed a hand through his hair and shifted in his seat so he could face Peter more easily. “Look, kid, I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” “To be honest, Mr. Stark, I’m not sure if you are.” The words left Peter’s mouth before he could think them through and he quietly sucked in a breath. “What are you implying?” Tony’s tone is slightly threatening and Peter bit his lip with frustration when his body betrayed him, as the blood started rushing to his member. Why was Tony’s authoritative voice so hot? It wasn’t fair. “You called me ‘babe’ in front of all the paparazzi.” “Honest mistake.” “Honest mist-“ Peter pressed his lips on top of each other to keep himself from finishing his sarcastic parroting. “Right.” “I’m not gonna lie, I wouldn’t have called you that if you weren’t as pretty as you are- God!” Tony dropped himself back against his seat and groaned. “I’m bad at this, okay? I figured I’d have a date- someone actually willing- for this stupid event, but I don’t.” Stark straightened his shoulders and glanced at Peter. “And it’s selfish of me to think that I can just ask anybody and that they’ll drop whatever they’re doing to help me. So, if you don’t want this, just tell me ‘kay? I’m big on consent. I’ll just pay some other guy to do this. You’re obviously uncomfortable.” “Stupid event?” “Is that literally all you got from that?” Tony scoffed. Peter squinted slightly but swallowed his snarky reply. Tony sighed. “This Valentine’s event was set up when I was still with Pepper and it’s been an annual thing for over twelve years now. The charity celebrates love.” Tony spoke animatedly, the movement of his hands emphasizing his words. “The event has one rule that I stupidly decided to implement when I was a cocky engaged prick.” He paused, blinking twice. “No donating when you’re single.” “Why not change the rule?” “Cause that’s even more selfish than implementing it in front of all of your single friends when drunk and enforcing it all the years you do have a relationship with a woman you don’t even love.” Tony pressed his lips into a tight, ingenuine smile and faced the road again. It faltered and the tired CEO Peter had seen earlier today is back. “This is one of the events I spend a lot of dollars on because I know how difficult love is. But with that said, I don’t want you or anybody to feel forced into this. Just say the word, kid, I’ll drop you off back at your apartment and I’ll be out of your hair.” It was quiet for a second before Peter’s shoulders relaxed and he eased back into the chair. Tony didn’t necessarily want Peter as a tool to show off. Tony wanted Peter so he could donate to his own charity event. Kind of weird, but not... Bad. It was weird how Peter kept creating images of who his boss is in his head that always ended up being contradictory to the truth. When he was younger his mind deemed Tony a hero. His teen self revered the man as a sex symbol. The first week of his internship was a dream come true and after the “Hi there, Mr. Stark, I wanted to thank you for-” “Don’t have time for you, bye.” incident it all turned sour. His adoration turned to distaste. The man was a selfish asshole to Peter for so long. And now... Now he was telling Peter all of this? That he’s... Good? In a way? It was all so confusing. But at least it made Peter hate the situation less. He knew this year’s charity was for LGBTQ+ youth, so Tony wanting to donate to the cause this badly must mean something. And it also meant a lot to Peter. He could definitely suck up and bask in a week of luxury and wealth and take the rich pricks for what they are if it means Tony pays the charity a good chunk of his cash stack. “So, how long ‘til we reach the tailor?” Peter said, looking straight ahead and trying to hide a smile. Tony didn’t even bother to conceal his happiness at Peter’s remark and sat back to enjoy the ride as well. “Couple of minutes.” … Even though Peter was cautious because he didn’t want to be let down again, he felt himself loosening up to Tony a little more as the evening went on. He couldn’t help it; the billionaire was charming and funny and smart... Peter rarely met anyone who was this easy to talk to. Mr. Stark seemed pleasantly surprised when Peter genuinely laughed at his niche joke about hydraulic engines and Peter even quipped one about thermal physics himself when discussing the clothes they’d be wearing on the pistes. Tony’s laugh was on loop in his brain for the next five minutes the tailor spent measuring each inch of Peter’s body. He made Tony Stark laugh. Something inside Peter stirred when the man behind the till told Tony what the tailored suit was going to cost. The stirring turned into something more when Stark handed the man his black credit card and waved it off. Three months of rent in Manhattan. For a suit. The next store Tony drove them to sold all kinds of winter gear. Peter said he’d be okay with just one outfit, but Tony wouldn’t hear it. Peter had to wear something different every day of the week. There was something about Tony staring at Peter’s body in the skin-tight thermal wear that made Peter turn his lower body away from the billionaire. Because the ‘more’ had turned to ‘even more’ at this point. And Peter didn’t want Tony to see what the tight clothes couldn’t hide. The clothes were starting to layer and pile. Store after store was visited and Peter was only allowed to fit the most expensive pieces of clothing. Cashmere turtlenecks and silk jackets, leather and suede shoes, even soft cotton underwear. Everything Peter would wear and carry had Tony’s money all over it. Peter ended up with multiple outfits for every day of the trip. He was never one for shopping, but Tony’s eyes staring at him, judging him, and his soft lips telling him to make a turn, and complimenting him, had Peter dizzy by the time they left the last store. He could barely contain a thrust of his hips and hold back a moan when Tony placed a hand on his shoulder at the last store as he handed the black credit card to the salesman who just scored the jackpot for his provisional sales percentage. “All for him,” Tony had said. Peter’s tailored suits would be express shipped to their hotel in Gerlos, as would all the ski gear. Once again, all Peter had to bring was himself. It was strange. Peter had to remind himself that Tony was doing all of this for a reason. If Peter feels confident and looks good, he’ll be a better and more convincing boyfriend. He was silently being bribed, Peter was sure of it. No matter how kind Tony may seem, he’s still the ass Peter met that one day. Certainly.

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cluttermind · 4 years

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The Cannons Fire in the Distance

Summary: In continuing writing holiday-themed one shots here's a Fourth of July one! The fireworks bring Killian back to times he'd rather not remember.

Rating: G

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Although they usually fall asleep in some tangled mess of limbs, wrapped in the warmth of knowing the other would be there through it all, they somehow always end up sleeping next to each other, only touching slightly. Especially now, in the heat of early July. What they had was a beginning, a start, a story yet to be written or told. For both Killian and Emma, a life together was a fresh start filled with something neither ever thought they deserved: true love.

It was Fourth of July weekend, a first in Storybrooke. Upon returning from his first semester of college, Henry campaigned for the school to continue teaching American history - the good, the bad, and the ugly - despite the curse having been lifted and Storybrooke being a community of fairytale characters and their children. He wanted to give them the same chance to experience life outside their small town in Maine that he has. He even got Regina to fund new history textbooks for each grade. Henry loved history, the telling of events through stories. He loved weaving fairytales and historical events together and creating an exceptionally unique story. As the Author, he had a knack for writing and saw himself following in his grandmother’s footsteps to eventually teach, potentially in a high school or at a university, while he worked on writing his novels - plural because he has far too many ideas swirling around his head.

Mary Margret, being Mary Margret, knew about the Fourth of July from her curse memories and now from the new history books for her elementary school students and decided a celebration must be held. Storybook loved a good excuse to celebrate. Everyone was abuzz with the opportunity to celebrate America’s independence from Britain, a notion that sometimes made Killian scowl playfully. His own experience serving in the Navy under an English King was exactly what led him to piracy in the first place. Captain Jones. He took a different path to the title than his brother did. Liam was his captain when they served in the King’s Navy.

If he was being honest with himself, everything about this “holiday” tugged at a place in his heart that he kept locked away, a place that hadn’t truly been touched since his wedding day when Liam wasn’t there to stand beside him as he married the love of his life. Captain Jones. Liam would’ve loved Emma. Really they would have loved each other and teamed up against him on far too many occasions for his liking. Time would never heal the pain of losing Liam.

Killian admired Liam. Captain Jones. He loved him more than words could qualify and more than numbers could quantify. He owed Liam more than he would ever be able to to give him, to repay him. For standing by his side while he drank his way into darkness attempting to escape the reality of the slavery their own father sold them into. For working harder than any man should ever have to work to buy them both a way out. For constantly looking after him. For always loving him.

Emma’s hand rested under Killian’s and her sock-covered foot rested against his bare foot under the covers. His sleep was restless. His mind was racing. His dreams were unpleasant.

He was back on the Jewel of the Realm. It was the first time a cannon was fired at him. He had just made sub-lieutenant. He wasn’t afraid. Liam was at the wheel, commanding his men with a natural Naval leadership.

“What now, Captain Jones?” A crewman asked.

Liam didn’t fire back. Liam hated war, he hated fighting, he hated, or really feared, the thought of death. “We put an end to this before it has the chance to start.” He stated, calmly. He signaled to the other ship. He negotiated a treaty. It ended before it began.

The first firework exploded outside his bedroom window. He flinched and his mind pulled him back into an unsettling dream.

Killian now wore a Lieutenant’s insignia on his jacket. Captain Jones. Liam saw the pirate ship ahead of them before anyone else did. Quietly, calmly, he prepared his men. Killian watched, in awe when his older brother grabbed his sword, ready to lay his life down for his King, and in terror when he instructed Killian to grab his own sword. The sound of the cannon firing from his own ship shook Killian to his core.

It was a slaughter. 20 men on his ship alone had died when all was said and done. When a truce was eventually called because neither side could stand to lose more men. Killian had killed 5 men and wounded even more that day. He wasn’t a stranger to death. He had seen it countless times while he was at sea. He wasn’t a stranger to pain. He had received countless lashings and other physical punishments during his indenture. Killian was, however, a stranger to killing a man, to taking a life, until now.

“What now, Captain Jones?” A crewman asked Liam. His voice broke the silence that had fallen over the ship as both sides retreated.

Liam responded with grace, poise, and confidence. “We honor the dead, scrub the deck, and move forward.”

Killian, who according to his wife always ran hot, was shivering in bed despite the blankets covering him. His eyes were wide open, fixated on the ceiling above him. His mind, however, was trapped in the cycle as the soft cracks of exploding fireworks in the distance continued.

The blood stained the deck. It took days to scrub it clean, to lay the bodies to rest in the sea, to rid the ship of disembodied limbs, to erase the evidence of the massacre. He looked to Liam, standing at the wheel, captaining the ship forward while the rest of the crew was hard at work, the stench of death lingering in the wooden planks of the deck. He wanted to leave this life. He wanted out. But he didn’t want to leave Liam. He saw something in Liam’s eyes that had been growing since they had joined the Navy together. It was the loss of any childhood innocence that Liam had clung to all his life - hope that things would get better, faith in himself and in his brother, belief that life was worth living - replaced with misplaced loyalty in a cowardly and dishonorable King and indifference towards death. The indifference growing behind Liam’s eyes scared Killian the most. The war was far from over. He was starting to wonder if the war they were fighting in reality and in their minds would ever end.

The fireworks slowed in the distance. Killian was trembling, frozen in place and drenched in sweat.

A cannon fired at their ship.

“What now Captain Jones?” A man asked.

“Fire back.” Killian didn’t hesitate to answer. The Jolly Roger was the fastest ship in the realm. He could have outran the ship flying the British flag behind him. But the thrill of the fight was addicting. Killian no longer donned his Naval uniform. When Liam died, he traded the blue coat and white linen for black eyeliner and black leather. He took his brother’s place as Captain.

He was no longer afraid to kill. He was no longer afraid to run into battle, sword in hand. He was no longer afraid to die. Because Killian no longer had anything to live for. The indifference that he once saw in Liam’s eyes, the indifference that he once feared, consumed him.

He told himself he lived for the code he curated and lived by. He told himself he lived for Liam. He told himself he lived for himself. But in reality, none of those things were enough to keep him alive. He was fearless in his piracy, his pillaging, his thievery, his murdering because he had nothing to fear. Except himself when he was alone at night.

The cannons fired rapidly.

Killian was trapped in a past he desperately wanted to escape. He had tasted heroism, he had tased kindness, he had tasted love. He couldn’t go back to who he was, to what it was. He didn’t want to go back. He didn’t want to remember. He didn’t want to relive. But it wouldn’t stop.

He watched his own men die for him. He had commanded them to die. He knew, every time he led them to fight it was a death sentence for some, sometimes many. Killian, in his darkest moments, in his worst moments, didn’t second guess those decisions to send those men to die because he would always be fighting alongside them. That was his code. Don’t send a man to fight a battle you wouldn't fight yourself. Except that the fearless, broken, pirate captain Killian Jones feared nothing, and sometimes craved death, and would fight any battle.

A firework exploded close to their home, nearly shaking the entire house. The room was lit with red as Killian leapt out of bed and grabbed the sword he kept hidden under there, ready to fight. He was hyperventilating, stuck in a trance he was unable to break. He was back on the Jolly. The world around him fell away. The fireworks were cannons.

Emma was startled awake when Killian jumped out of bed. Her heart caught in her throat as she saw him staring over her, right through the wall of their bedroom, sword in hand. Where the fuck did he get that sword from?! Emma thought.

“Killian?” She asked softly, her voice cracking slightly as she started to wake up.

“What now, Captain Jones?” He heard a familiar voice ask.

“Arm yourselves. Prepare for battle.” Killian commanded. His voice was loud, clear, and confident despite the tears falling down his face. Emma had never heard him use this voice before. She had watched him captain the Jolly a number of times, and had even taken orders from him a handful of those times. But never did she hear him speak like this. Like a captain heading into battle. Like the fear, the pain, the love, he had ever experienced had been stripped from his soul. “Fire back.”

Emma looked outside and saw the flashing colors of the fireworks. “Killian. There’s no battle.”

“Captain, we’re outmanned. We need to recruit more. You have you outrun them.”

Killian gripped the sword harder, his knuckles turned white. “Fire. Back. I have to protect her. As long as they live they will be after me which means she is in danger. Fire back,” Killian ordered, his voice echoing off the walls of their empty bedroom.

Emma flinched, momentarily afraid of the man in front of her, a ghost from Killian’s past that had consumed her husband. He was so far away, so far adrift in another world. “Killian,” Emma cooed, attempting to pull him back to the present, back to where he was in their bedroom in the house they owned together as a married couple. “You’re home. Come back to me. You’re home.”

“But Captain -”

“THAT’S AN ORDER,” Killian shouted, anger rising in his belly that his crew wasn’t listening to his orders. He was their Captain, damn it. He had to protect Emma. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt Emma. Why was no one helping him protect Emma?

Emma’s breath caught in her throat. He had never raised his voice at her like this.

Another firework exploded outside their window and Killian flinched, nearly curling into himself as if he was trying to hide. He doesn't know how much time had passed since he had last heard the sound of a cannon firing at him. It had been long enough that he now found the sound, that he once found thrilling, unnerving.

Emma didn’t know what else to do other than to keep talking to him, desperate to bring him back to her. He was talking right through her. He was so clearly in another world. So she recited the words they had framed in their living room, hoping that they’ll ground him, her voice shaking with each word. “Killian. I spent so much of my life on my own. And then Henry found me and brought me to Storybrooke and helped me find the rest of my family. But just because you learn that you come from true love doesn't mean you believe that you will ever find it. But thanks to you, now I have.”

Killian let the sword drop to the floor. Captain Jones. He choked on a sob, the Jolly fading away, his crew fading away, Liam fading away. “Emma,” Killian sobbed.

Emma instantly slipped out of bed and pulled him into her arms, soothingly stroking his hair. “Shhh. I’ve got you.”

Killian held her tight against him, as if she was the only thing keeping him both from falling and from leaving this plane of reality for a life he desperately wanted to leave behind. There will always be a part of him that feared falling back into his old habits, his old ways. Part of him will always fear a ghost will come back to haunt him, that someone from his past will come back to try and hurt Emma and that happening would be entirely his fault.

He feared death in a way he never had before. He was captaining an entirely new ship, one that held the people he loved the most, one that held a future, one that held hope. Killian flinched again when another loud firework went off. He couldn’t stand this anymore. Every explosion sounded like a cannon. Every explosion sounded like war. Every explosion sounded like death. Every explosion was a screaming reminder of the deaths he caused, the men he led shamelessly into battles, the lives he had selfishly taken, the brother he had lost before he even had a chance to die, the parts of him he lost when the numbness to death began to consume him. They were a reminder of the war in himself. The war between needing that numbness to get through this night whole and never again wanting to feel that.

Killian could barely breathe. “I can’t - It’s too - Make it stop,” he managed between sobs.

Emma led him to their bathroom. It was the quietest room in the house with no windows. “I’ll be right back.” She kissed his cheek before sprinting around the room, grabbing as many blankets and pillows as she could hold before plopping them in front of Killian who was not curled up on the floor, covering his ears. She touched his hair gently to remind him that she was there for him before leaving again to grab her laptop, charger, and bluetooth speaker. She closed the door behind her when she returned to the bathroom, blocking out the rest of the world.

Laying their fluffy comforter on the floor she arranged the pillows against the side of the tub, using it at a makeshift headboard. Emma wrapped Killian in a blanket and wet a washcloth to dab at the sweat and tears on his face. “You’re okay, Killian. I’m here.” She whispered. He grabbed her hand when the next firework exploded outside, thankful that the door and the blanket Emma rolled up to cover the space between the floor and the bottom of the door muffled the sound.

Emma opened her laptop and connected the speaker. She started playing Love Actually, a Christmas favorite of theirs, and turned the volume up on the speaker to drown out any unwanted sounds.

“You love this movie.” Emma said, trying to get Killian to open his eyes. “Babe, look at me, please.” Killian was still trembling but not hearing much of the fireworks anymore was able to calm his breathing a bit. “It’s just you and me and that guy who plays Professor Snape in Harry Potter who you like.” She knew the last thing Killian would do is tell her what was happening in his mind. That’s not what Killian did when his emotions got the best of him. He’ll talk when he’s calmed down. He’ll tell her tomorrow. She knew her husband well enough to know he didn’t need to talk at this moment. He needed her. He needed to come back home.

It broke her heart in a million different ways, ways she didn't even think were possible, to see Killian like this. To see her strong, confident, sexy, brilliant husband fighting a raging battle inside, a battle she couldn’t even comprehend.

“You’re home. You’re safe. You’re in Storybrooke,” Emma started. “You’re strong. You’re loved. You’re kind. You’re not who you once were Killian. You’re safe. There are no cannons. The only people you usually fight with are me when I leave clothes piling up on the chair or say something stupid, and David when he tells you to take a break from work and you refuse to, and sometimes WIll because he’s an idiot and enjoys getting on your nerves. There’s no more battles to be fought, Killian. We fought them and we won them and it’s all over now. We get to live the life that we want to live, together. You are home. You are safe. You are loved.”

Killian pulled her into his arms and she settled into his lap. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Lucky for you, you never have to find out.” Emma leaned up and kissed his jaw. She reached over and turned her laptop to face them, and brought the speaker closer to them to keep the scary sounds of exploding fireworks at bay.

Eventually Killian opened his eyes and his heart rate slowed down to normal. They watched the movie, curled up on the bathroom floor. Emma turned the lights off halfway through the movie. There was something comforting about the way the movie barely lit the room. It was like their own personal movie theater.

Neither of them ended up getting back to sleep until early in the morning, after the sun had already emerged. They spent all night watching Christmas movies.

The following night would be the big fireworks show the town was putting on. Emma decided Killian might find comfort with someone who was just as afraid of fireworks as he was. So in the late afternoon when they were both finally awake, they made their way to the animal shelter where Killian picked out the cutest Border Collie that he named Sailor.

Emma, Killian, and Sailor all ended up spending another night locked away in the bathroom, with hordes of junk food and playing Christmas movies at full volume to drown out the sound of the fireworks that seemed to never end. Killian was far from okay that night. But at least he had Emma and Sailor to see him through it.

If only Liam was there to see the life he had built, to be a part of this story they were writing.

#captain swan #cs ff #cs fanfic #cs fanfiction #Captain Hook #Killian Jones #Emma Swan #The Cannons Fire in the Distance

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jaimistoryteller · 6 years

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WIP Masterlist

I could have sworn I had a masterlist for my WIPs already but as I don’t feel like going month by month through all my posts to find the bloody thing, I will just make a new one. Here’s my current WIPs. Beneath the cut cause it’s on the long side, even though I have less than the last time I did this

If you’d like to see one updated, reviews, comments, reblogs are the quickest way to spark my muse, otherwise it drifts between projects.

Format: Story

Show/Fandom

Universe

Primary Relationships

Story Summary

Advent

Bond

Moments in Another Life

Q/Alec Trevelyan, James Bond/Q, James Bond/Alec Trevelyan, James Bond/Q/Alec Trevelyan

Relationships change and evolve over time, most of which is expected, but sometimes it's the unexpected that are the most enjoyable changes.

Daughter

Doctor Who

None

Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Rose gets a shock and the Doctor is overjoyed

Choices

Harry Potter

None

Severus Snape/Lily Evans Potter, Severus Snape/Hermione Granger

A twist on the idea of Time Travel, what happens if Hermione gets covered in time dust from the Time Room and uses a Time Turner to try and help in the war against Voldemort?

Blessed

Middle Earth (Hobbit/Lord of the Rings)

Blessing

Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli/Tauriel

Bilbo rarely prays, he doesn't see the use, but sometimes, just sometimes when the situation is dire he does, and the results are staggering

Kingsman Academy

Kingsman

None

Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin

All shifters are required to take lessons learning how to control their abilities. Harry is a teacher at Kingsman Academy where new shifters between 20 to 25 years of age go for their training, he is also a snow-leopard, one of the rarest varieties of shifter, so he is surprised when the newest student is a snow-leopard as well

Changes

Labyrinth

None

Jareth/Sarah Williams

In the time following her trip through the Labyrinth there was a lot of things different about Sarah, this is how she learns to use her new talents and grows into herself before deciding to face the Goblin King again.

Powers that Be

Labyrinth

None

Jareth/Sarah Williams

A horrible night leads to life altering circumstances for Sarah. Jareth finds himself with more things going on than expected in a relatively short period of time. Life in the Underground is never exactly what it seems, yet always is exactly that.

Atypical Traits

Sherlock

Atypical Traits

John Watson/Sherlock Holmes, Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran

Every Guide who has ever tested John has determined he is a Sentinel, but John has a secret, one he prefers not to mention. While he was in the war he had a partner who knew his secret but after being shot he thought his partner had died. Sebastian had been the doctor’s partner for five years, well aware of the secret that John hid for he had one too, after John's death by a sniper he had gone off the deep end and got discharged from the military. What happens when the two discover that they really didn't die like they each thought the other had?

Oral Fixation

Sherlock

Baker Street Polyamory

James Sholto/John Watson, Sebastian Moran/John Watson, James Sholto/Sebastian Moran, James Sholto/John Watson/Sebstian Moran

How John learned to be a dom and expanded his understanding of his sexuality

Baker Street Polyamory

Sherlock

Baker Street Polyamory

Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes/John Watson/Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Mycroft Holmes/John Wason, Mycroft Holmes/Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade/Molly Hooper, Molly Hooper/John Watson, Molly Hooper/Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper/Mycroft Holes/John Watson

Molly gets notified of a new law that has her turning to Sherlock for help, but she does not get the type of help she expects.

NOTE: it is not necessary to read the all the Pack Verse to read stories from the sub-verses. It is broken into Watson Pack, Lestrade Sisters, Holmes Brothers and Heroes Pack.

Seeking

Sherlock

Pack Verse: Watson Pack

John Watson/Sherlock Holmes, Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes

John's a wolf-shifter who has just recently returned to London, Sherlock is the gifted human who just happens to need a flatmate, what happens when the two of them come in contact with each other.

Trial & Error

Sherlock

Pack Verse: Watson Pack

Jace Arden/Eric Jefferson, Charlotte Lestrade/Aidan Jefferson

The story of how Jace & Eric and Aidan & Charlotte work out their relationships

Healing

Marvel, Spider-Man, & Deadpool

Pack Verse: Heroes Pack

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Wade Wilson, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers

Choices can have life altering affects as most superhumans can attest, so Peter and Steve are both aware of some of the effects that their choices in regards to their favorite assassins are going to have, some of the other effects are completely unexpected

Clandestine

Sherlock

Unexplained

John Watson/Jim Moriarty

After the Fall, John saves Jim’s life because he is damned if he will lose both of them

Right Decision

Sherlock

Family Decisions

John Watson/Jim Moriarty

It was the right decision, it had to be. His daughter would never be a mistake, but would the possibility of introducing her father be one?

Gift for John (locked to AO3 users)

Sherlock

None

John Watson/Jim Moriarty, Greg Lestrade/Sherlock Holmes, Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock comes up with a plan for stopping Jim, but it is a bit more than a Bit Not Good

Letters and Cards

Sherlock

Sunrise Cafe

James Sholto/John Watson

John and James spend a year writing to each other rather than talking in person, though they exchange hellos when passing the letters.

Unusual Relationship

Sherlock

Sunrise Cafe

Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran

Jim and Sebastian's relationship through the years

Unexpected

Sherlock

Sunrise Cafe

Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes

Mycroft thinks he is going through menopause and is surprised to discover he is not.

Distraction

Trigun

None

Meryl Stryfe/Vash the Stampede, Millions Knives/Vash the Stampede, Millions Knives/Meryl Stryfe, Meryl Stryfe/Millions Knives/Vash the Stampede

A look of Meryl, Vash and Knives relationship

Learning to Live

Trigun

Gunsmoke

Meryl Stryfe/Vash the Stampede, Millions Knives/Milly Thompson

Vash came back after the fight with Knives, and brought him with him, now can the four of them learn to live together as each person deals with their own emotions, the past, and the future. Mostly based off the anime, however there are a few manga snippets thrown in as well

Souls Entwined

Welcome to the Punch, Kingsman

Matched & Kept

Jacob Sternwood/Max Lewinsky, Harry Hart/Eggsy

Things are forever changed for Max and Jacob after a chance encounter years before, and a discovery that changes everything.

#wip masterlist #story masterlist

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