This is a beautiful montage of the royal wedding of William and Catherine. It’s been 8 years, they’ve had 3 children and I swear I still cry a little everytime I watch this wedding. It was so beautiful and emotional back then, it is still now. ❤❤❤
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i PERSONALLY would like to FALL IN LOVE please!!!!!! and have the SAME PERSON fall in love with me BACK!!!!!!! could i get some MUTUAL AFFECTION out here!!!!!!!!!!
If you’re going to act thirsty and self-insert yourselves, kindly unfollow me and get the fuck off my page.
Rape is rape is rape is rape. No ifs, ands, or buts. Male victims of rape, female victims of rape- no difference- still a victim of rape. In addition, male victims of rape face a different kind of scrutiny, a different type of pressure to stay silent. Don’t try and excuse this. You’re no better than those that have abandoned Terry Crews.
Don’t make excuses for her, the writing, the show. You should know better. They should know better.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 10/?
Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan
Characters: Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, papa killian, Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan Fluff, Family Feels, cs as parents, daddy! killian, mama emma, Captain Swan Family, Parents Captain Hook | Killian Jones & Emma Swan
Summary:
A collection of Papa Killian and Mama Emma raising their little ducklings.
Chapter 10: When it's your first halloween and your family can't decide what your costume should be. (Family + Baby CS)
Fatherly Adventures with the Captain Chapter 9: Come Home
The one thing she notices about their home is that boy, do they have a lot of books. However, when your husband is the most inquisitive man whose lived for like three hundred years and your son is the author, not just an author, but THE author- it’s to be expected.
Their house, she would say, perfectly describes their little family. Henry’s scarf and coat hangs on their coat rack, right by their front door. Killian’s leather jacket on the hook next to it, followed by her red leather jacket, tying up the whole ensemble.
Killian’s shoes are always neatly placed on their shoe rack, and let’s just say hers and Henry’s are usually haphazardly strewn across the entrance to their home.
Their living room has an open feel to it- in fact, it’s probably where you’ll find them every night after dinner. Their coffee table, handcrafted by Marco and specifically designed per her and Henry’s requests to look like a treasure chest (much to Killian’s surprise and delight), often holds cups of hot chocolate, bowls of popcorn and milk duds, as the family settles in for their movie nights. This is where Henry’s love for Star Wars, Emma’s love for the classics like Back to the Future, Breakfast Club, 16 candles, are introduced and shared with Killian. She’s worried that as Henry gets older that these movie nights might seem lame to him, but she’s already missed out on so much. But she finds that she’s got nothing to worry about- she’s got a great kid- one that gets just as pumped for movie nights as them.
She remembers when she was the Dark One wanting to incorporate little aspects of Killian into their home, but to be honest, home decorating was definitely not her focus or priority at the time. Now that they’ve settled into a more peaceful routine devoid of monsters, villains, and fairies, Killian’s added upon her choices during her stint as the Dark One Decorator. Their library with all the books has many of the maps he’s drawn as Captain proudly framed and hung. His sextant is displayed, along with the compass from his and Emma’s journey. He’s got a dart board in their library, where he’ll swear by his aim and precision. Her favorite though is when he’ll make that dopey face at her when he hits a bulls eye as she’s curled up on the lounge chair, enjoying the quiet moment and more often than not, catching up with her mom on the phone. His silly face makes her fall in love with him all over again.
The first couple of weeks since they found out that she’s pregnant, it’s only her, Killian, and Henry that know. It’s kind of exciting that this is something only the three of them know and can share, but also something that she needs. The last time she was pregnant she was in a far different situation- there was no excitement, there were no hugs or kisses. Instead there was fear- there was coldness- and those are feelings that stick with you. So while they wait for the all clear from the doctor before announcing it, she’s also working through these feelings- letting herself not feel guilty that this pregnancy is and will be different from the last, allowing herself to feel excitement over this child and being able to share this experience with Henry, even though she didn’t have it when she was pregnant with him. It’s also an eye opening experience for Killian- he’s had to confront his past demons himself- coming to terms with his father’s abandonment for his children and then Killian’s actions in retaliation.
The night before their 10 week check up with the doctor, she finds herself sandwiched in between her two boys, after finishing Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. Tomorrow once they get the clear from the doctor, they’ll be telling her parents that they’ll get to be grandparents again- the youngest second time grandparents this world has ever seen. She can already hear the high pitched noises and squeals her mother will make and she already knows her father’s not gonna be able to calm her down, ever.
Vaguely listening to the two men in her life talk about their favorite heists/pranks from the movie, she starts to imagine how soon there’ll be a high chair added to their dining room, one of those sleeper chairs that rocks the baby in their living room. She can see it now- there’ll be baby books chosen by Henry all throughout the house- their little shoes will soon find their own place with Killian’s, Henry’s and hers by their front door. It’s something she never had, something she could never give Henry, but now she gets her second chance.
“Mom, are you okay?”
She’s startled out of her own thoughts by Henry’s worried tone. Quickly placating him, she throws her arm over his shoulder and ruffles his hair- just like she’s always done from the first time he brought her to Storybrooke. “Don’t worry kid, just got lost in my own thoughts. Pretty soon our house is gonna have baby stuff and I was just imagining how that’s gonna look like.”
“It’s gonna be awesome! I was thinking- what kind of mobile should the baby have in their room? I mean, I know Grandpa and Grandma planned for unicorns in yours, but I feel like we’ve got to find a way to combine Savior and Pirate for my brother or sister.”
Henry’s excitement for his new sibling was something she’s eternally grateful for each and every day. She remembers the disappointment and the sinking feeling she had when she learned her parents were having another baby. But trust Henry to not only have the heart of the truest believer, but to literally be the most excited big brother. He wanted to know everything- how big’s the baby now, what can the baby do now- can it hear? can it see? is it sucking its thumb? He made it his and Killian’s mission to make sure that she wasn’t overdoing it- they’ve called it Operation Nesting Swan- they tell her it’s a working title.
“Don’t forget author, lad.” Her heart melts hearing Killian chime in. From day one, he’s stepped into the shoes of fatherhood for Henry, never treating him any differently or distantly because he wasn’t biologically Henry’s father. And since they found out news of the baby, he’s made it abundantly clear to their son that his relationship with Henry wouldn’t change and that Henry was just as much a part of this happy beginning and addition to the family.
Henry’s smile at Killian’s suggestion brought the same to both Emma and Killian. She knew that keeping a secret from his other mom and grandparents, hell the whole town, was really tough on Henry, so she knew that once they got the okay from the doctor, he was going to be unstoppable then- he already was practically bursting at the seams. And speaking of which, she knew that there was no way she would be able to reign in Killian. Every time they’ve visited the doctor, he’s requested for a copy of the sonogram- she wouldn’t be surprised that once news spread, she would find her husband showing the whole town each and every picture.
She couldn’t believe it- how far she had come, everything she’d faced- there were definitely times where her happy ending seemed impossible, where the picket fence life seemed so unattainable. But now here she was sitting in their home- a home she made with her husband, once a lost boy, who was on the verge of becoming a father, and what a wonderful father he would be. A home she made with her son, the boy she had to give up so he could have his best chance, who now found it with her, was growing up to be everything and more than what she wanted and dreamed for him, and she would get to witness it. A home where this newest duckling, who decided at that moment to move around her belly and make their presence known, would be joining them in just a couple of months.
As she rested her hand on her growing bump to soothe her duckling, she thought, oh baby, we love you so much already and we can’t for you to come home.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
To fill the void of Season 7- a look into Captain Swan as parents. I’ve received a bunch of prompts and I will be working on them this weekend, but feel free to send more.
Summary: A collection of Papa Killian and Mama Emma raising their little ducklings.
NOTE: DEFINITELY NSFW. In between M and E. My take on the cold, bracing shower, and afterwards. Possibly the smuttiest thing I’ve written in awhile. Dedicated to @captainswan-are-engaged and @wearejustreallyinsync.
NOTE: DEFINITELY NSFW. In between M and E. My take on the cold, bracing shower, and afterwards. Possibly the smuttiest thing I’ve written in awhile. Dedicated to @captainswan-are-engaged and @wearejustreallyinsync.
Bloody hell, he thought. His plans for a morning rendezvous after a night full of love making all for naught. His future mother in law, the fair Snow White, stumbling in on his morning breakfast of…pancakes.
His plans may be gone, but the evidence of his insatiable attraction for his fiancé still lingered, making it quite difficult to walk up the stairs to their bathroom.
A cold and bracing shower, he grumbled, as he walked past his love, after she pecked his cheek. Her way of saying, sorry bud, looks like you’re on your own with this one.
He lost track of the number of times he made love to Emma last night. He couldn’t get enough of her, for every time she whispered your fiancée, his desire for her drove him to the brink of insanity.
“My Swan. My Emma.”
“Yes, Killian. Yes,” she would cry out. The words barely out of her mouth and he was on her. He yanked her to his chest, lurching forward, pinning her between the wall and him, lifting her high enough so that her legs could wrap around his waist.
His mouth devoured, her- there was no finesse to these kisses. The tension of his absence still lingered in the air and he intended to fuck it right out of her. He threaded his fingers through her care, caressing her scalp while running his hook along her back to where her ass was.
His kisses were deep, drugging and passionate. Her tongue quickly found his, gently nipping his lips and teasing passes until their mouths collided. Their breaths were heavy, the touches signifying possession. His hook continued to run up and down her back, pulling her closer to him, as he thrust forward, his hard cock grinding into her center.
“I love you. I need you,” he pleaded against her lips.
“It’s just you and me,” she breathed out.
“You’re mine forever. I can’t live without you.”
“I don’t want you to.” She drew back, her eyes locked onto his, both of their chests heaving in sync. His eyes, though lined with dark kohl, shimmered with promise. The desire mixed in with the bright blue of his eyes. He gazed at her, eyes full of love, but he could see the flush on her cheeks- he could smell her need for him.
Longing dripped from his words as he whispered how he would use his hand and his mouth to discover every part of her-from how she felt to how she tasted. Her body shivered in anticipation, tight with need.
“You’re so soft, my love,” he murmured low words into her ear, before he gently bit her there.
He kissed his way down her neck, “You smell so good to me, my sweet.”
He buried his face into her neck, as he used his hook to pull her closer to him. “I will wrap my hand around her hair and hold it as I take you. Would that be okay, my princess?”
At his words, she arched her back, letting him know that she was quite amenable to that idea.
Mother of ----! He gritted his teeth as his memory of one of the many times he had Emma last night was interrupted by the freezing water. He tried to think of anything to calm down his erection. Blackbeard, Smee, running after Smee who managed to catch his arse on fire...bologna, ah yes, bologna. Once it seemed that his erection was starting to subside, he turned the water to a more reasonable temperature to finish off.
He grabbed some shampoo to wash his hair, for the second time today, when he realized he had made a grave mistake. Swan’s shampoo.
Soon, his nostrils were filled with her sweet scent of vanilla and some flower-driving him nearly mad. He imagined her in front of him, leaning into his touch, calling him her pirate with a smug smile on her face.
“I hope you’re not too tired for me, Captain. I mean, you are like what a couple hundred-“
His hands cupped either side of her face and pulled her lips to his, silencing her teasing. He wondered, would his desire for her always be like this or would one day it would level off.
She kissed him thoroughly, deeply like she couldn’t stop. He moaned shamelessly as he gripped her hips gently.
“Feel that,” he asked, his voice dangerously low, like he’d spoken to her when they fought at Lake Nostos. He shifted his hips, grinding his erection into just the perfect spot.
“Y-Y-Yes,” she answered him breathlessly.
“Fuck, baby, I just want you….again.” Stripping his shirt off her, his hands found her breasts, teasing his thumbs across her nipples.
She let out a sexy moan when his hook slipped under the sheets only to find her bare as he found her swollen and wet for him, once again. Her hips rose off the bed, seeking out more and grinding against the hook.
“Tsk tsk tsk, you’re wet again for me my darling. Seems this old pirate might still have it.” He leaned over her, his lips closing around her nipple as his eyes locked onto her as she closed her eyes in pleasure.
“Mine-“ she sputtered out, shaking her head. “You’re mine.”
“My Swan,” he praised against her mouth. He kissed her, pressing her down into their bed a little before he sat up. Emma whimpered when she felt his weight disappear off her, but immediately he shrugged off his pajama bottoms, and returned his hand to her warmth and wetness between her legs. She cried out which provoked such a desire for her in him that he couldn’t not be inside her any longer. His movements were frantic, his lips kissing and biting every surface of her body until he paused. He felt himself twitch hard in her hand as she eyed his cock and squeezed it, the saucy minx coming out to play.
He finally slid deep inside her, his forehead thumped to hers, his eyes closing as she wrapped herself around him.
“Is that better, my princess? He asked her, starting a deep, slow rhythm against her.
Her eyes rolled back as he hit the deep spot inside of her, about to send her over the edge. She was so wet, so close, so damn needy for him and he for her. He loved the fact that she was ravenous for him.
“Time to come, love,” he whispered, as he slipped a hand between them to touch her. He rubbed the most swollen part of her with the gentlest graze, until she was shaking around him and clenching down onto him.
“Guess what, my love,” he whispered to the soft skin next to her ear, “you’re going to be my wife.”
He was just about to come hard, when he felt the water immediately turn to ice. He yelped, only to be met with a giggle coming from outside the shower. He peered around the curtain to find his Swan, still dressed in her black robe, leaning against the wall.
“Tsk, tsk. And you said your appetite was gone,” she teased as she disrobed. His mouth dropped open as he saw that she wore nothing underneath. Had he known that information earlier, there was no way his future mother in law would have survived the sight she would have walked in on in the kitchen.
He jumped out of the freezing shower and pinned her against the wall. A long hiss escaped him as she wrapped her hand around his dick, while the other gently tugged at his wet hair. His wet body was pressed up against her, as he pulled her mouth to his. Kissing her was his addiction…Gods above, he wanted her.
“Love, what about?” He motioned with his head to downstairs where he had left her with her mother.
“She’s gone...” she mumbled against his lips. She was breathing heavily, “Told her we’d meet her later….after….”
“Pancakes,” he finished before wrapping his lips around her tightly peaked nipple.
She inhaled deeply as she felt his tongue swirl around her. “Yes….mmmmm….pancakes.”
He tore his mouth away from her to kneel down. Running his nose along the curve of her hip, his hot breath drifting over her before he pressed his mouth against her center. “You smell so good, Emma. I’m going to make you mine.”
She groaned as she felt one of his long fingers slip inside her, as his thumb pressed on her clit. Her hips writhed against his hand, wanting more, needing more.
“Killian, please,” she begged him, as he added another finger with her barely noticing. He pumped in and out of her, stretching her, as the warmth of his breath ghosted along her center. His tongue swiped through her folds, a string of curses escaping her.
“My naughty fiancée, you’re so wet for me. Was last night not enough for you?” He murmured against her. He rolled his tongue as his fingers worked deep inside her, her hands fisted in his hair.
Her back arched up and she practically rode his face, her brain no longer functioning. He had gone down on her numerous times last night, and yet, she wanted more. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her fists gripped tightly against his hair, and she grinded against his face and rode her fingers, reaching her high, practically shaking on his tongue.
When Killian finally pulled away from her, he kissed her gently down there, before gazing up at her with a touch of smugness, but also an overwhelming amount of love.
She kneeled down to his level, pulling his mouth to hers, tasting her essence on his lips. He could feel her sensitive nipples against his chest, and he kissed her deeply as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
“Hi there Swan,” he whispered against her lips.
“Mmmm, good morning Killian,” she smiled blissfully at him.
They both stood up and she adjusted the water, which had been running the whole time (their water bill was going to be hell), before she pushed him back into their shower.
Emma lowered herself in front of him and took him into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Swan. Love, you don’t…” he trailed off, as she pulled him deeper into her mouth, loving the feel of him hot and hard in her mouth. His head slammed back against the shower tile as the heat of her mouth covered him. She engulfed him and the pleasure was surmounting inside of him. He buried his hand into her wet hair, hissing in ecstasy. She lifted her eyes, meeting his gaze.
“You look so good with me inside your mouth, my darling,” his voice low and husky. She continued her delightful torture, her head bobbing, her throat constricting, over and over again, until he had to pull her away.
“Emma…Stop…my sweet…fuck…I need to be inside you,” He ground out through gritted teeth. He switched positions with her so that her back now was to the tile, bracing an arm by her head. He moved up and down her spine, across her collarbone, moving around to cup and squeeze her breast.
She sighed in contentment, before she turned around to brace her arms against the wall, her back to him.
He knew she would be sore given their night-time activities that lasted well into the morning, so he slowly guided himself into her entrance. Enveloped in her warmth and wetness, he stilled, waiting for her to adjust to his size. His heart pounded in his chest, his brain muddled with how fucking good she felt around him. He pressed open mouthed kisses to her neck, causing her to let out a needy-sounding moan. She arched her back, drawing him in closer, letting him know she was ready.
He wrapped his hooked arm around her, keeping her connected to him. He used long, slow thrusts, as he possessively grabbed her breast.
“It’s just you and me, Swan. I will always be by your side.” He dragged his lips down to her ear, whispering, “This is just the start, Emma. I will be your husband and you will be my wife.”
He drove back into her and swiveled his hips to rock deeply into her. He tilted his hips just right so that he could rub her center with his pelvic bone, to hit her just right, and she completely shattered around him. He moved his hand from her chest to slip it in between them to touch her. He rubbed the most swollen part of her as she clenched down onto his cock. Her tightness was the sweetest torture a man could face, and he sped up his thrusts, the sound of skin meeting skin and their groans permeated through the air. Her breathing was ragged as she came down from her high, and he buried himself as deep as he could, losing himself completely. His face was in the crook of her should, but her hands were soothing, as she ran them gently against my cheek and neck.
A small sigh of disappointment escaped Emma’s lips as soon as she stepped away from Killian, losing their physical connection. She brushed his hair from his face, before kissing him sweetly.
He chuckled, their frantic lovemaking sated…for now.
“You know luv, I think from now on, we should start every morning with pancakes,” he smiled down at Emma, brushing kisses across her lips, unable to stop from teasing her.
She grinned at him before raising her eyebrow, “Every morning?”
“Every morning,” he replied with a twinkle in his eye before kissing her through her giggles.
