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In The Lonely Hour (10/10)

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Summary: A collection of canon-compliant(ish) one-shots that provide glimpses of Killian's life based on the album "In the Lonely Hour" by Sam Smith.

Latch What came (wink-wink) after the party at Granny's ended?

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS CHAPTER IS MATURE/EXPLICIT.

Author Note: As mentioned at the end of the last update, this story will end happily so that you don't have to dig for the happy ending in the canon. You, dear reader, have endured enough. Thank you for coming along on this journey with me. This was, I'll admit, an odd little, pet project. But, it gave me a fantastic outlet on the days in which I was struggling to find the words for Witchy Woman or having a shite day at work - it has been a bloody trying year, love. I am going to miss this strange little series.

Emma had not stopped touching him since Regina stormed off from Granny’s Diner. When she wasn’t touching him her gaze was heavy on him, as physical a thing as the little brushes when she was near him and the warm hand she placed on his shoulder when she reached for an onion ring from his plate.

“Hook, are you…blushing?”

The dreamy haze that had settled around him since Emma had kissed him earlier in the evening cleared instantly. His attention snapped to Snow; her face was the very picture of innocence, but her eyes were dancing with a mischievousness of which he hadn't thought her capable.

He could not well say, "Your daughter covertly brushed her hand over my lap. When she caressed a certain aspect of my anatomy before pulling her hand away, I found suppressing my reaction to her boldness was difficult. It is my embarrassment at such a quick response to her ministrations that has heated my face, Your Majesty."

"Oh, look! Neal has finally drifted to sleep." Emma's voice was soft and dripping with adoration for the infant in Snow's arms. Killian could feel, more than hear, the laughter in her words that were so clearly - to him, anyway - said only to save him from answering Snow.

Snow dropped her interest in him immediately and pulled David from his conversation with Leroy to gather their belongings. They were out the door dramatically whispering goodbyes a moment later. The gathered court of townsfolk started to make their own exits with the naming ceremony seemingly at an end.

"Thank you, Love," Killian said as they left the diner, his arm wrapped around her waist as they walked. She dismissed his gratitude with a shrug that brought her closer to his side. Holding her tight, he directed their steps toward the docks. He didn't have a plan; he just couldn't let this evening come to an end so soon.

"Wrong way."

"I thought we could walk the docks before you returned home for the night, Swan."

"I'm not going home tonight." Emma held up a room key from the Inn with a suggestive smile that promised him all manner of things.

Raising an eyebrow, he tugged her into him so that her chest was pressed firmly against his, and he could show her exactly how much he liked the ideas floating through his mind at her offer. His voice was low and filled with dark desire when he asked, "Love, are you certain?"

She pressed her hips into him, his cock jerked at the contact, a groan rumbled through him, and she laughed, a wicked little laugh, at his responsiveness to her touch. She pushed herself up so their lips could touch, but caught his lower lip between her teeth. She'll kill me.

"Show me that I was right to stay," she challenged him.

"As you wish."

At last, they pushed open the door to their room for the night and he realised that he really was going to have Swan all to himself for the night. He bit his lower lip against the smile pulling at his lips at the unexpected outcome of this evening. Her eyes tracked the movement. When he released his lip and ran his tongue over his teeth, her gaze darkened with desire. He kicked the door closed behind him, his eyes locked on hers.

"You've been thinking about this, us. Haven't you, love?" He crossed to her, pulling her against him again - a feeling he was growing addicted to already. He kissed her deeply, pouring his need into each kiss, tasting her desire in return, as he slowly backed toward the bed. She pressed further into him, a whimper escaping her when he broke from their kiss to nip at her neck. Soothing the bite with a warm kiss, he continued, his voice low, "Ever since you pulled me into your beautiful, cruel, lips in Neverland."

"Lips that I saw every time I closed my eyes for the last year. Lips that I will never tire of kissing." He returned to kissing her, any response she may have formed lost to the demands his kiss issued.

The bed hit the back of his knees. He turned them so that her back was to the bed and he nudged her gently onto the bed. Kneeling before her, he pushed off her jacket. A sudden vulnerability entered her gaze and he gave her a questioning look, hand teasing the button of her shirt, as he waited for her confirmation to continue.

She shook her head; he stilled immediately.

Killian cautiously removed his from her shirt and sat back on his heels. Stay the night, anyway. The words were right there, reassurance that he only wanted her presence. He wasn't going to ask for anything more from her. He licked his lips to speak, but she let out a breath and pulled off her shirt - let me do this and you do all that, she gestured vaguely at his assemble.

He complied with quick efficiency, managing to disrobe before her. He was rewarded with time enough to watch as she wiggled out of her tight jeans, peeling her underthings off with them. She stood up, looking at his face as if searching for any indication that he was not absolutely entranced by the goddess before him. She could search for days and she’d still fail to find one.

“Even more stunning than I imagined.” When she glowed at his words giving him her rare full smile (she had likely realised he hadn’t exaggerated or lied), his heart soared - she was trusting him, giving him a small part of herself. He was suddenly desperate to hold her, to feel her skin against his, to know how she tasted, to hear every sound she would offer him, to know every perfect inch of her.

He closed the small space between them and tumbled her onto the bed with him. She let out a surprised laugh and rolled on top of him, her legs straddling his waist. He drank in the stunning sight above him and the comfortable weight of her on top of him.

“Everything you imagined, Hook?” She smirked with confidence that hadn’t been there moments before, confidence that he helped her find. He pulled her down to him; it had been too long since he’d tasted her lips on his. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of her head as his fingers dug gently into her hair, clutching her close to him. He dragged his hook lightly along her back and she gasped into his mouth.

“You enjoyed that, did you?”

She rolled her hips, dragging her pussy along his shaft, his hips jerked up, providing friction for her. “Take what you need, Love,” he purred, before sucking her nipple into his mouth.

As she repeated the motion, with increasing pressure in each repetition, he scraped his teeth on the sensitive skin on her breast before teasing her nipple once more with his tongue. His hand was occupied with her other breast, rolling and pinching the nipple between his fingers. When her movements became more erratic and her breathing turned ragged, he flipped their positions and settled his head between her thighs. “Killian, wha-?”

“I need to taste you on my tongue, Swan,” he answered, his arms sliding under her hips and opening her up to him. His hook was heavy on her thigh, holding it in place, as he licked her dripping pussy with the flat of his tongue.

A satisfied mmm escaped him at the headiness that accompanied the first tangy taste of her. “Bloody delicious, bloody perfect,” he muttered into her centre.

He looked up at her answering moan - his name somewhere in that intoxicating sound- her eyes were closed and one hand reached down to fist his hair, pushing his head back down between her legs. He reached his hand up to her other one, gripping her tightly in his while he resumed licking and sucking her folds. She kept his head firmly in place, a demand to continue, as she began to ride his tongue, a sharp sweetness filling his senses.

“That’s it, love,” he encouraged as her movements became irregular again. Freeing his left arm from under her leg, he dipped his tongue into her core and provided her with the pressure she needed on her clit with the flat of his hook. She bucked hard against him, her creamy release on his tongue, and his name falling from her lips. She untangled her fingers from his hair as he softly sucked her pussy clean of her cum.

“Killian,” she whimpered, squirming away, sensitive after her orgasm. Killian pulled away from her, reluctantly, and dragged himself up to lie next to her. He rested his head on her chest, listening to the wild beat of her heart, enjoying the knowledge that he affected her so much. Her hand now playing gently with his hair as she basked in the pleasant haze following her orgasm.

“That was,” she breathed, “fuck, Killian. That was…”

“You were absolutely incredible, Love.” He wiggled his head, as if nestling further into her chest, and started to slowly, very lightly, drag the tip of his hook along the inside of her thighs, across her mound, and down the other thigh in a teasing pattern. After a few iterations, she slid her legs together capturing his hook for a moment, before relaxing her legs down again, a new slickness visible on her thigh.

“Look how eager you are.” He ran the back of his hook between her legs and lifted it up between them so they could both see the evidence of her desire on its surface, “so wet for me already, Swan.”

He shifted onto his elbows and slide his legs between hers. He kissed her again, hips gently moving his head against her slick entrance, the warm wetness coating him. “Love, may I -“

Emma wrapped her legs around his hips and slammed him into her tightness, they gasped in unison, and the warmth and wetness that enveloped him wrecked what remained of his control. Yes, Killian. He lifted her hips and continued hammering into her and she met him at every thrust. Killian, please, more. He tilted his hips, exploring new angles and depths with each stroke. Whatever you need, Love. Her inhale told him that he found what he sought and he focused his thrusts there. I-oh-Killy. He kept up the pace. You’re stunning. Demanding more. He lowered his hand between them, stimulating her clit with his thumb as he continued his deep strokes. I will give you everything, Emma, you only have to ask. Her walls tighten around him, squeezing him, his release following hers, as he watched her shattered, completely and openly, beneath him. “Go ahead, mo grá. I’ve got you.”

When he finally separated from her, rolling them so he could hold her close to him, he stilled. He realised the words that had slipped from him, words he’d never spoken to a woman - my love. It was unlikely this realm contained the same languages as the Enchanted Forest. It was unlikely that she would know the rare language that his mother had whispered for only him when he’d wake far into the night all those centuries ago.

Her head was heavy on his brace and her breathing had become soft and even, Killian smiled. She had fallen asleep, so quickly, wrapped up in his arms. He watched in awe- Emma Swan, the constructor of the most impenetrable walls, was curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully, trusting him to keep her safe through the dark of the night. An honour bestowed on him that he didn’t deserve but would gladly accept any night she’d offer it to him.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and whispered into her hair, “Go ahead, mo grá. I’ve got you.”

#In The Lonely Hour #fic by jas #writes by jas #i gave you a happy ending #teeheehee #get it?#based on Sam Smith's album of the same name #killian jones #captain swan #once upon a time #emma swan #captain hook #killian x emma #cs fanfic #cs ff #ouat #manip by jas #cs smut #there’s smutty seas ahead

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thepermanentrainpress · 8 months

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Gallery: Sam Smith @ Rogers Arena - Vancouver, BC Date: August 22, 2023 Photographed by: Tom Russell

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claireedeelalunee · 1 year

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in the middle of most nights lately, i’ve been getting this urge to write about u, desperately trying to put into words just how much i miss u, even tho i realize u are not mine to miss, never have been…why is it that every time i walk by the places familiar to us, my heart starts racing 100mph when i start thinking about the possibility of running into you? why is it that it makes me want to run and hide, far away from u, but at the same time wrap my arms around your neck, to hold you just as tight as your hold on my heart has been all these years, refusing to let go? to let u know exactly how i feel without uttering a single word…

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kengkastanyas · 1 year

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this album of his hits different.

#in the lonely hour #sam smith

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musicequalslife · 2 years

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There may be lovers who hold out their hands

But they'll never love you like I can...

- Like I Can | Sam Smith

#Sam Smith #Like I Can #In The Lonely Hour #lyrics #music #song quotes #quotes

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duranduratulsa · 2 months

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Sam Smith - Stay With Me (Official Music Video)

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Song 🎵 of the day 2: Stay With Me by Sam Smith (2014) from In The Lonely Hour #samsmith #StayWithMe #inthelonelyhour #2010s

#sam smith #stay with me #in the lonely hour #2010s #Youtube #Spotify

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song-of-the-day-things · 2 years

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July 6, 2022

#music #spotify #make it to me #sam smith #in the lonely hour

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ningadudexx · 4 months

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youre either the best in the world or your nothing at all

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esmiara · 11 months

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Ah, to be a yakuz- I mean. Ah, to be a tiny drunk japanese mafioso

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booksteaandtoomuchtv · 10 months

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In The Lonely Hour (6/10)

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Summary: A collection of canon-compliant(ish) one-shots that provide glimpses of Killian's life based on the album "In the Lonely Hour" by Sam Smith.

Lay Me Down Killian yearns for Emma on the Jolly Roger.

Killian felt lost on waters he’d navigated countless times. He was adrift without a heading. His compass unwaveringly pointed toward a realm where he was known only as a fairytale villain, to a woman who would not know to think of him, and a boy so full of hope and belief that even Pan could not break him.

The creaking of familiar boards beneath his boots made the infinite night feel empty. The wooden ship wheel was worn smooth from his constant attention over the centuries of life he shared with her. The Jolly Roger had seen him through his darkest days and had facilitated his wildest escapes. She was his home and main source of comfort- along with the rum. It seemed tonight there would be no comfort from the ache in his chest.

His heart insisted that his home was with the emerald-eyed, brave princess a thousand realms away. The bloody thing had been dormant so long, he’d forgotten how troubling a fresh wound could be. He needed to learn how to survive in the continued company of this pain, sharp as it was; because there was no way to soothe his loss: there was no vengeance to seek, no body to wrap in canvas and mourn, no fine rum he’d acquired dulled it, and no way to return to her. (He’d searched for the loophole in the curse for several months, but it appeared the way back truly had sealed behind them.)

Letting out a breath, Killian closed his eyes. A soft smile pulled at his lips at the vision he knew would greet him. Emma smirked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of humour and challenge, her blonde waves pulled away from her face in the heat of the jungle, and with little warning, she would pull him into her so that she could kiss him with a passion that changed his world. There was no tug on his lapels. No warm lips pressed against his. There was only the breeze off the sea to stir his heavy jacket and the salt it left behind coated his lips.

The vision faded away, as imaginings of loss loves often do and he opened his eyes to the twinkling stars above him. He followed the trail of a bright star as it darted across the sky and a desperate wish escaped him, a reflex from a childhood long ago passed, before he could think better of it. The star winked out and Killian was left feeling a bit foolish, hand and hook on the wheel, steering the Jolly ever onward.

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The bird came to him the next day. They were too far from land to sight such a bird; yet, it flew up to him as though they’d met before, as if Killian often welcomed visitors of the avian variety. Killian was bewildered by the strange behaviour until he saw the scroll it carried. As he relieved the bird of its burden, he fumbled with the scroll, his hand shaking too much to unroll it smoothly. Had the wish he’d given to last night’s travelling star been granted? With his heart pounding in his ears, he read the message scrawled before him.

Get this memory potion to Emma. Everyone she loves is in danger. She is the only one who can break the curse. She has to save them.

Relief and purpose flooded his system. His next breath felt like the first one he’d taken in nearly a year. The air was sweet, filled with hope and excitement at the days before him. Swan was out there and the curse he’d outrun days before had apparently restored travel between the worlds. He could see her after all this time. If the author of the note was to be believed, locating her was the only course he should chart.

He dared to hope that there was one person she loved that was not in danger. Perhaps, one that could help her with the difficult task set before her by the sender of this letter. If she didn’t love him, it would be enough to be in her enchanting presence once more.

#killian jones #captain swan #killian x emma #captain hook #cs fanfic #emma swan #once upon a time #ouat #cs ff #In The Lonely Hour #manip by jas #angst #writes by Jas #fic by Jas

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fiendishartist2 · 7 months

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scottish safehouse jonmartin event 12 injured 25 dead

#aka martin explosion event #they had to scrape him off the walls after this :/ SAD! well theres other lonely avatars #im in such a strange mood rn i just spent 3 hours doing homework and then this all while watching waynes pinocchio stream #the biden blast at the end was so scary wtf #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #scottish safehouse period #tma spoilers #i guess

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claireedeelalunee · 11 months

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it’s been nearly five years and I still can’t get the courage to tell you anything…being around you makes my heart beat so fast that I physically can’t stay being around you and when you’re not around I can’t stop thinking about those brief moments I’ve spent talking to you…I’m so tired of all the ‘could’ve beens’ but I also can’t make any steps to change anything, I hate my pride sometimes but if I lose even that then what do I have left? I can’t afford to do that. I know it’s not your fault that I’m in this position, you didn’t put me there, at least not on purpose, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are the reason behind all of this. You can never know and you will never know that I’ve loved you for almost five years now. I just wish I knew how you felt about me all these years, if you ever suspected me or I’m just as good at hiding my feelings as I think I am. But I think it will be easier for me to just forget you and have you be completely gone from my life because I really can’t take this madness anymore.

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hoofpeet · 1 year

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All their arguments end the same way </3

#hoof draws #submas #<-i think emmet cries when he argues with ingo specifically #and to outsiders it looks kinda silly b/c they're mad at each other for like 3 hours before getting really lonely and sad

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lanymme · 5 months

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Think about how Saria spent years in betrayal and anger, driven for justice, searching out all of Rhine Lab’s wrongdoings, developing her philosophy on what science is for, all to right the course of the thing she build together with Kristen, who she dedicated her life to.

Kristen, the child of her idols. Kristen, her first love. Kristen, who she promised to protect.

Kristen, who betrayed her.

Kristen, who took advantage of her devotion.

Kristen, who designed a weapon against her, against the formula they came up with together.

Kristen, who is harming the very people they set out together to serve.

Kristen, who she’ll judge and bring back to the right path.

Kristen, who she never fully understood.

Kristen, whose plans she needs to stop. Kristen, who might bring the whole world tumbling down as she achieves her dream.

Kristen, who she slowly realizes is going to die in pursuit of her dream, just like her parents.

She tanks an anti-tank weapon to the head. She fights against an ancient caster and warrior. She fights the very people she trained, the knights that protect and serve Kristen. She saves her kid, finally. She learns to rely on others, to communicate. She reconciles with her partner. She flies a plane up, up into the upper atmosphere (just like the Wrights), through a combat zone, and docks it on a moving station. She learns to let go of her careful control of her every move, to act spontaneously, decisively.

All this to reach Kristen. To stop her.

But when she finally meets her… That’s her childhood friend. Her first love.

She fights her, endures her power, one last time, taking step by painful step toward her. She tells her she’s wrong about science, shares the philosophy and perspective she’s built over the years to stop her from harming people, to fight the culture that birthed them.

But really, she’s trying to talk Kristen down. You were wrong to do this. Give it up. Your dream is beautiful. Come with me. You finally achieved your parents’ dream. We can still survive this. I don’t doubt that this will affect the entire world. Watch it with me. I can still save you. The escape pods are gone? I’ll calcify us together—use the arts we developed together—and we’ll fall together; maybe we’ll survive, maybe we won’t. I’ll do everything I can, even if it’s doomed. Let me save you. Please. Please let me protect you.

And Kristen, who never lost faith in her, who knew Saria would reach her, who always wanted to share the truth, her moment of triumph, the fate she had chosen for herself with the woman she loves, who knew Saria would never leave her by choice and installed a trapdoor in her dreamer’s space pod so that she could live on… presses the button.

And Saria, after her long, long climb, falls. The final stage of the rocket to Kristen’s dream, falling away.

What must it be like, as she fell, to realize she spent her whole life helping Kristen assemble her space program? That when Kristen used to look up at the stars, she was not just seeing the past, her parents’ deaths, the legacy she has to uphold; she was seeing this future she had always planned for herself. That this was always the wish that Saria devoted herself to protecting.

And she kept her promise.

#i’ve been crying for like 18 hours now #and I’m not sure what I’m more worried about.#the possibility that I won’t stop.#or the possibility that I will.#i don’t know what to do with these feelings.#arknights #lone trail #kristen wright #saria

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