Side Effects - Part 2

hookedonforest:

Prompt: The curse Zelena casts on Killian has some serious side effects. Sexual side effects. The curse makes you yearn for the person whose name you swear on.

(Part 1)

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My CS fanfic Rec Master Post →

holdingoutforapiratehero:

**Fair warning a lot of this is smut!

Priest! Killian:

Hereafter: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9315450/1/Hereafter

Heaven Disturbed: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8791662/1/Heaven-Disturbed

Afternoon Prayers: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10043331/1/afternoon-prayers

Broken…

Fic: A Ghost in Me (2/?)

madjm:

Summary: AU. Killian Jones is a master thief, known only as Hook. His life is complicated when he’s asked to steal a necklace from security expert Emma Swan, and it opens up their shared past.

Note: Not sure if anyone is reading this, but if you are and wondered what Emma’s been up to …

Part one here

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I remember a woman, my mother. My biological mother, long, dark hair, wide smile. I remember warm hugs and a scent of something floral. Something nice, peaceful. I remember dancing with her around a room full of dolls and stuffed animals, a happy place. And my father, tall and blond, full of laughter. Cutting in to our dance, until we are a circle of three, holding hands and spinning in a circle laughing … I remember

“I remember a lot of bullshit,” Emma Swan muttered, tossing her pen to the side and slamming the notebook shut. She leaned forward, head on the desk, and sighed.

She had hesitated to go to a shrink to begin with, but something within her couldn’t rest until she knew the truth about her past. Dr. Anderson was well-known for helping people remember and work through past traumas, but she was starting to think his reputation was crap. He had her writing down all her “memories” of the past, before she was adopted, and it was all ridiculous. All she could tell from re-reading these journal entries was that she may or may not have had a dark-haired mother and blond father, and that they probably were a couple of crackheads who sat her on the couch watching Disney movies on repeat while they were out scoring drugs or whatever.

Maybe it was better not to remember at all.

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fyesemmaandhook:

3.18 Bleeding Through - Emma Flirting With Hook (AKA The Cutest Thing Tou Will Ever See In Your Life)

keepcalmwearetimeless;
kk liz, i'm about to go so i'm just gonna leave it here. but you don't have to do it ;) Robin and Regina have a special night out and leave Roland to Hook, Emma and Henry. I needsss me some CS + Hook and Roland cuteness :D

i--still--do:

A/N: ZE FLUFF. ALL ZE FLUFF. *throws confetti* This is how my heart feels less heavy, sugar therapy. ;))

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She hears the laughter from the living room and it makes her smile as she puts the finishing touches on the hot cocoa. When she carries the tray in from the kitchen, Killian, Henry, and Roland are a tangled mess of limbs and bodies all wrestling on the floor, the little bandit hanging from Killian’s back with his arms tight around his neck while Killian digs his fingers into Henry’s ribs and makes him squeal and squirm.

“Do you concede?” He asks, grin making the dimples in his cheeks deepen and in turn making Emma’s stomach flip.

Never!” Henry replies.

Never!” Roland echoes.

Never?” Killian reaches back behind him, flipping Roland beside Henry tickling him as well.

Henry take the opportunity to squirm away before launching his entire body at Killian and knocking him away from Roland. “Mutiny!” he cries. 

Killian lands on the floor with a groan then grunts as Roland repeats after Henry and abruptly jumps onto him too. “Traitors!” Killian laughs. “The lot of you!” 

Emma grins while she sets the drinks down. Fearsome pirate her ass. She’s busy putting down coasters when the sound of quiet chuckling and soft murmurs makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She lifts her gaze just in time to see three sets of eyes dancing mischievously at her.

Oh, hell no. 

“Attack!” Killian roars.

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The Gentle Aftermath (If It Can Be Broken)

savingpirates:

AN: A drabble that I wrote ages ago, after watching “Quiet Minds”. Spoilers for that episode. Kind of like a missing scene. Slight angst, monkey jokes, and a little symbolism, I think. I just wanted a small moment between them…

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Home is where your heart is set in stone. It’s where you go when you’re alone, it’s where you go to rest your bones. — Home, Gabrielle Aplin

“You alright there, Swan?”

Gentle was never a perfect adjective to describe the dread pirate—he’s got a hook for a hand, for godssakes—but Emma Swan could have sworn there was just that, teeny tiny spot of soft in the way his question was whisked away by the light snow, she almost didn’t hear it.

It irks her more than she cares to admit.

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justren21:

Prompt: Killian thinks of Emma’s curls.

Note: Erm, so this prompt turned smutty! Oops! I combined the curls, the preview from 3x17 and the fact that they’re living across the hall from each other into this short drabble.

Rating: M

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It was the thought of her golden hair, curling ever so slightly at the ends,

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The Gentle Aftermath (If It Can Be Broken)

savingpirates:

AN: A drabble that I wrote ages ago, after watching “Quiet Minds”. Spoilers for that episode. Kind of like a missing scene. Slight angst, monkey jokes, and a little symbolism, I think. I just wanted a small moment between them…

.:.

Home is where your heart is set in stone. It’s where you go when you’re alone, it’s where you go to rest your bones. — Home, Gabrielle Aplin

“You alright there, Swan?”

Gentle was never a perfect adjective to describe the dread pirate—he’s got a hook for a hand, for godssakes—but Emma Swan could have sworn there was just that, teeny tiny spot of soft in the way his question was whisked away by the light snow, she almost didn’t hear it.

It irks her more than she cares to admit.

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captainswans;
CAPTAIN SWAN 21

singallyouwant:

Captain Swan + leaving hickeys on each other’s necks

He’s always had a thing about marking her, and she knows that. When he goes to suck on her neck she sighs indulgently and tips her head back, giving him more access. She’s patient with him, giving him as much time as he wants, worrying her skin between his teeth until he is satisfied with the bruise he has left for her.

It’s never been the other way around before.

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dreadpiratejones;
Fluff, fluff and more fluff.

swaggercaption:

Also in response to the prompt: Breakfast the morning after first sexytimes

The purifying sunlight filters through the curtains, warming the skin on her bare back. Head tucked under the pillow cushioning her head, she feels herself coming into consciousness when the mattress shifts beside her. Feather-light touches begin to drift down her spine and she stirs at the welcome sensation, small smile curving her lips where they are half-buried in the pillow.

There is a low chuckle beside her and she feels herself come to, eyes fluttering groggily as she wakes and recognizes the caresses as his fingers tracing random patterns into her skin. Memories of the night prior flash suddenly in her minds eye; his bruising lips, his body covering hers, his fingers dancing across her scorching skin, the unapologetic moans that had ripped from her throat as he hovered over her, the delicious stretch of their coupling.

She wouldn’t deny it had been exactly what she’d expected for their first time: passionate, sloppy, desperate. After everything (a beanstalk, an adoloescent demon, an ageless land, a year-long separation, a Wicked Witch and a kiss-inspired curse), it is hardly surprising to her that the engima that was them finally boiled over into physicality.

Instead of drowning in panic though, she feels… content. She could honestly just lie where she is, melt into the mattress as he continues to stroke her back and laugh - a sound she will never tire of after an obscene amount of time spent listening to him grunt and scream and whimper at the Witch’s cruel ministrations. 

The thought stirs a feeling of uneasiness in her and she knows the only way she can settle it so she turns around slowly, eases herself onto her other side with exquisitely exhausted muscles and lets hers eyes land on him. The anxiety evaporates when she sees his lopsided grin, propped up on his elbow, good hand still hovering over the space where her back was previously. 

"Morning," he greets, the timber of his voice deep and accented with the earliness of the hour. He drops his arm so it lands at her waist and he pulls her closer so they are pressed together.

She returns the smile lazily, “Morning to you too.”

Before she can say another word, he’s leaning down to capture her lips with his in a languid kiss that still manages to steal her breath. He’s been doing that since his curse was broken - kissing her like he’ll never be able to again. And, not that she’s averse to it, but it is noticeable.

When he pulls away, his nose nudges against hers and she closes her eyes and breathes him in, his solidness before her comforting in ways she never considered.

They don’t say anything but nothing really needs to be said - not now, anyway. And for a long while they simply drink each other in, savor the unburdened seconds they share, relish the way they fit seamlessly together, occasionally bantering under their breaths in the pleasantly challenging style they are so accustomed to.

Until her stomach growls and he snickers.

"And that is our signal to get up,” he announces quietly, dipping down to place one last chaste kiss on her lips before shuffling out of bed. She follows him, throws him a spare pair of slacks, shrugs on an over-sized shirt.

And when they eventually sit at her dining table, sipping from their coffee mugs, Emma can’t find an ounce of regret for what happened as she meets his mirth-filled eyes over the rim of their cups. All she can muster is relief and something else that blooms and glows in her chest.

(She tells herself she doesn’t know what it is.)

(She does.)

Anonymous;
Prompt: Emma kisses Hook and he cannot focus for the rest of the day

i--still--do:

A/N: I don’t know what’s happening but I can’t stop writing fluff *throws confetti* Post-TLK ;))

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She’d kissed him. She’d actually kissed him. She’d made the choice, not to forfeit her magic, but to believe that True Love’s Kiss was powerful enough to break the curse that witch had cast on him. And the most astounding, surprising, unexpected thing was that it had

In a swirl of light and air and magic, Emma’s powers had been stripped from her, leaving her breathless and wide-eyed as she stood clutching him. His heart had broken, apologies spilling from his lips as his hand cupped her cheek and he stared at her with remorseful eyes, but she didn’t reply, simply watched him and waited. Then it happened abruptly — the rush of wind, the bright, blinding aura that encased her entire being, and the sudden burst of magic that exploded out of her and washed over him. 

It stole the breath from him and the next one he took was absolutely stunning — beautiful and overwhelming and healing and Emma. The storm that had been raging inside of him since her departure at the town line was soothed by the gentle ebb and flow of her light as it illuminated every shadowy, darkened part of his tortured and broken soul, and as he stood there with widened, confused eyes, the only thing he could say was her name.

“Swan,” he’d breathed. “Emma.

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A Kiss Goodnight →

firstbeanstalk:

Just a little CS drabble I did of Emma saying goodnight to Killian shortly after finding out about the curse. ENJOY!

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“It’s getting late,” Killian said as he stood up from the kitchen table. “Nothing much more we can do tonight.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Emma said as she got up as well.

“Meet…