He might be wearing modern clothes, Emma thinks, but it seems there are still a few things Captain Hook needs to learn about her world. Like tequila, for instance. (Set vaguely 'now' in canon terms. I'm a sucker for making my OTP drink tequila together, no matter what that fandom. This is shameless self-indulgence, but also a pressie for Scribblecat. P.S. Drink responsibly)
In hindsight, maybe she should have warned him. Then again, she thinks, this is the most fun she's had in days, so maybe not. (I don't know what this is, to be honest. I was cooking Mexican food on the weekend and had a sudden mental picture of "Hook vs The Hot Pepper" and it kind of snowballed from there. It's set vaguely in Season Three (with no Big Bads currently chasing them)
She's nervous, and she's not sure she likes the feeling. Emma Swan feels more herself tonight than she has in a long time, but there's still something tying her to the past. At the same time, Killian Jones is chasing his own past, because a man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets. (Contains canon dialogue that doesn't belong to me)
She tells him she's not in the mood for a drink or him, and she means it (well, almost). She should have known he'd see that as a challenge. (My official post-403 fic. Missing scene set between the forest and Emma Swan's swift exit from Granny's and her less-than-successful attempt to ignore Killian Jones. Contains dialogue (and kissing!) that does not belong to me.)
Once a pirate, always a pirate. (set vaguely between 402 and 403) For iguessedpiano, who gave me the prompt of wanting to see Emma wearing something of Killian's (his coat or belt or rings). I hope this fits the bill! (Please note: I have made certain assumptions about certain pieces of jewelry for the sake of this story, and every reader's personal headcanon may vary.
She's not looking at his mouth. She's looking through thirty-year old town records. She's definitely not looking at Killian Jones' mouth and thinking of the last time he'd kissed her. Inspired by the way those two adorable idiots were making eyes at each other in the Sheriff's station at the start of 405.
She'd seen right through his charade and said yes anyway. Later that night, he found himself wondering exactly who had caught who. Sequel to The Honey Trap, which you really do have to read first. Sorry.
As it turned out, he really had been a gentleman all along. It had just taken her a while to see it. (This is a super dooper belated birthday fic for ardentaislinn. Contains spoilers for 303 "Quite a Common Fairy" and was inspired by coconuts and a long leather jacket.)
The problem with getting married, Emma thinks, is that you actually have to organise a wedding. (Set in my Freaky Friday universe and written as a prompt request by the lovely rumsy4 on tumblr (and seconded by quite a few other people, lol). CAPTAIN SWAN.
It's one of the oldest stories in the book. Two old friends have a few too many drinks, two old friends share a kiss. Happens all the time, right? But what happens when only one of them actually remembers it? (Captain Swan AU, with a side order of Snowing, mention of Emma/Walsh)
They say eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves. That might be true, but sometimes they can hear something much better. (Captain Swan, with bonus Captain Cobra and Captain Cobra Swan. ) Tumblr Prompt.
Last night, he almost lost his life to the Dark One. Dawn's grey light may not have reached the window of his lodgings as yet, but it's already a brand new day. SEQUEL to "If I Give it to You (will you keep it safe for me?)" Set post-411 but no spoilers for 4B.
It's nine o'clock on a Sunday morning, he's been gone for less than an hour, and he's quite sure that the kitchen (and his wife) hadn't been in this state when he'd left to go for his run. (Set in the Freaky Friday universe, this takes place a few months after our lovebirds have tied the knot. CAPTAIN SWAN AU)
He's not quite sure how it happened, but there's no way around it. He has become friends with a prince. His brother would have been proud. After he'd stopped laughing, of course. (For ouatwithadashofrum for her CSSS gift on tumblr, and her request was for Captain Swan, Captain Charming, baby!fic and angst) Mild spoilers for 4B.
Later, her mother tells her that she literally flew up the spiral staircase of the clock tower, and Emma has to admit she can't actually remember her feet touching the steps. Post-411, missing scenes and expanded canon abound, spoilers for 411 galore.
When the tap on his shoulder comes, he's tempted to ignore it. Commuters have so little sense of personal space, he's found, and he's certain the person sitting behind him has just clipped him with the corner of their bag. Then again, he thinks as he turns to see the blonde gazing at him hopefully, maybe not. (I don't know where this came from. Um, enjoy? LOL.)
She's never been one for sharing 'numbers', but when the man you love has a couple of hundred years' worth of history, the ordinary rules don't seem to apply. (tumblr prompt of jealous Emma)
The thing is, you can laugh about 'clichéd movie romance moments' as much as you like, but when it actually happens to you, it's pretty damned surreal. (tumblr prompt - whipped cream on the nose)
He does so hate to be predictable, but why is the rum gone? (Tumblr prompt - Cs and eggnog? Lol. Tis the season.)
When this is all over, they are going somewhere hot. (Well, this is an odd one. It started out as an anon prompt (I hope you still approve, my "Killian goes swimming" anon) and then turned into a lot of other things, including angst and fluff and lots of sand. Set vaguely at the end of all things, with no spoilers apart from what we already know.)