Tired of the distance between them, Killian challenges Emma with an adventure, one that he controls entirely, at least until the final leg of the journey.
A little LD tale where a young Lieutenant in the King's navy requests a dance with the Crown Princess. Once the dance has ended, despite propriety, he'd rather their association did not.
It only took her name on his lips to crack her walls wide open. How could she ever let go now?
It's time for her to remember the man she once called Killian when the rest of the world referred to him only as Hook.
Having watched Emma leave Storybrooke with no memories of her pirate, Killian vows to keep his promise to think of her daily. With a bottle of rum in hand, parchment and quills never far, and a heart so broken he can hardly breathe, so begins a year's worth of letters stuffed into bottles and tossed into the briny sea.
He was jealous of her kiss with his past self; she was jealous of past Hook's way with the bar wenches; when emotions run high, there's only one sure way of easing that tension to ensure that some hard truths don't go misunderstood.
He's known her long enough for three Christmas Eves to pass. All were notable in their own way: good and not so good, yet all were a part of their path to happiness.
What possible things could a drunken dwarf teach Killian about technology? The iphone is a must for a one handed pirate; how to call out, definitely; how to text, probably a good lesson; how to sext? There was one beer too many served that night at the Rabbit Hole, much to Emma's shock as she's stuck alone on a late night patrol.
The goal is to write as many CS drabbles, ficlets, or oneshots as possible between now and the Season 4 premiere. It could be anything from fluff to smut, K - M rated. Each new addition will be listed as per its content. Any encouragement for my muse will be greatly appreciated.
When she looked at him with those big, green eyes... When her body moved against his without remorse... When she offered him everything he'd ever dreamed... He only had two choices. Walk away and devastate her or tell her the truth and break her heart. He could fix this, dammit! After all, the curse did only mention her lips.
An AU moment if Killian weren't quite as quick to knock Hook to the ground. PwP, MFM.
It's been two weeks since their kiss at Granny's, and she's finally ready to show him what he means to her, even if she's not quite ready to say it. She's been working on a surprise for days and it's finally ready. PwP.
Twice before he'd seen these symptoms in the people he loved most; twice before they were torn from his very arms while he was helpless to save them. In his heart he knows no destiny could be cruel enough to make him repeat this a third time, so he smiles and leaves her the secret she's trying to keep.
When the vortex closes and they're left on their own, it only takes three nights before she realizes there really is no place like home. Fortunately, her home would always follow her in return for a simple smile. PwP.
Hook never stopped to realize the damage inflicted on his soul with each of his Swan's casual rejections until bitterness threatened to turn his love for her into something less than pure. Nothing worth fighting for comes without pain; tonight, he's ready to go to war.
He's forgiven her for everything hurtful that she'd said, they'd lived through too much in the days that followed to hold a few insults against her. There was just one little thing he couldn't let go without a proper demonstration... PwP.
He's holding on while she's letting go, because sometimes destiny doesn't give you a choice, no matter what your options.