Summary: God this was a bad idea. Hips rocking into hers, pushing her up against the door, his lips dusted across her neck, the scruff of his beard scraping the sensitive skin there as she bit back a moan, refusing to allow him to see how easily she was unraveling—his touch awakening something inside of her that had apparently laid dormant for years...
I just saw that you were targeted by those frackin d-bags too. I'm sorry bb! *hugs* we should just go out swinging and write/upload all the smut ;)
Haha, so I blocked them all (found a list of ‘members’) and now a ‘guest’ has informed me my story has been reported.
I just shake my head and really find myself bemused that they have nothing better to do with their time! But I refuse to delete anything. And I have a lot of M stories. I’m gonna be keeping them busy!
(Ps totally agree. The dirtiest stuff we can write.)
When you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes. Check my blog to see what I said about you!
I was graced with shoutouts from three wonderful and talented women, so I am privileged to (very belatedly) do this three times. And thank goodness for that, because I could not limit myself to just five of you fabulous people.
jadeddiva - there aren’t really enough words but somehow in the space of what, a year? you’ve become My Person in so many ways. You talk me down from bad brain, we discuss our husbands and the challenges and joys of marriage, the fun and absurdity that is the CS fandom, and we’re on a fantastic journey together right now that I am quite certain I would not be handling as well on my own. AND you let me beta for you, which I take immense pleasure in doing. Putting my tiny bit of polish on your gorgeous words is such a privilege. Hundreds (thousands?) of emails and texts later, I can’t imagine my life without you. Mr. Artielu and I were discussing just this week if you and Mr. JD were ever going to visit CA or maybe we should go to one of the cities in your state.
lady-silverblood - my gateway drug to fanfic (Crimson) and tumblr, and one of the most interesting, talented, smart, and naturally curious people I've ever met. Turns out she's also a great friend. She has had quite the journey in 2014 and it was honestly my privilege to offer a shoulder for her to lean on when she were so inclined. The amount of trust and faith she willingly placed in me is beyond humbling. Said shoulder remains available. Also, she's bloody killing me with Lightbearers.
amiserablelove25 - I love a lot of fic by a lot of authors, but something about some of Col's fics hit on the most fundamental parts of my soul - particularly Into the Fire. The way she writes Emma's baggage is how I see Emma's baggage which is basically how I see my baggage. I admire her willingness to not take shit, to take care of herself, and her stanning of flawed female characters instead of pretending that they are perfect all the time. I leave tangerines and light incense at the altar of her muse on a semi-regular basis in the hopes that her muse might deign to grace us with her presence.
emmaofmisthaven - we're not actually friends, but I deeply appreciate her unapologetic and honest attitude about what she cares or doesn't care about. I also appreciate her posts for helping me better see my straight privilege. I wish she wasn't so hard on herself sometimes because I deeply enjoy both her snarky commentary and her fic, and apparently so do her thousands of followers. While I know she'll succeed regardless of my interest, I am really looking forward to her continuing to take on the world in her own way.
whisperofgrace - a kindred spirit from the other side of the planet. I so appreciate the different perspective she brings to my dash, both the crazy Australia stuff (WTF re: fairy bread), and the time zone difference which means when I'm randomly awake at 3am, she's blogging away. And she writes beautiful fic that I reread again and again and again. I love that she pays attention to my silly comments on her posts sometimes. It really makes me feel special.
I promised you a part 2 and here it is! (And here's part 1, if you want)
And again, Pick your favourite fic writers (no limits, as many or as few as you like) and tell them (in a fair amount of detail) why exactly you love their writing. Because this is something I feel like every writer needs at some point, someone telling them and reminding them of the exact things that make them wonderful and special.
(You guys should do this also, Ok? Ok.)
passing-fanciful: I love your ideas! They're always so original and I currently have a big old crush on your sex shop AU because gdi, it's so so sexy but also ridiculously sweet? I LOVE it. I also adore your characterisations, they're absolutely spot on. So, go you! :)
i-know-how-you-kiss: Oh Liz! You make my days brighter and make me smile even when I don't know how. :) Your writing is so beautiful and romantic and just so ridiculously cute sometimes. And of course, you hit it out of the park every single time. (I still love, love that fic you write for when I basically yelled out a prompt into the world about Killian kissing Emma after Zelena's curse) (It was PERFECT.)
intolerablystruck: ERIN MY DARLING, MY LONG LOST TWIN! I love you and I LOVE your writing. I love how REAL it is and I love how I can feel EVERYTHING and I love when you write action and I love when you write smut (Oh gosh, I LOVE when you write smut haha :O) and I love when you write vulnerable emotion because no matter what you say, you do it so so well. You are wonderful and I'm so happy we're friends. :)
amiserablelove25: COL! Ok, so yours were one of the very first fics I read in this fandom. And like I was SO new and I didn't know anyone and you followed me and like talked to me and were just all around wonderful so yes, thank you. :) Anyway, I've always loved the angst in your writing because man oh man I'm a HUGE nerd for angst. :D ANd I've loved the intensity of it all and the big emotions and the big action. It's always so exhilarating! You're amazing! :)
whisperofgrace: SARAH!! You're bloody spectacular. I love the way you write the unresolved sexual tension and I love the way you write the resolving of the sexual tension. ;) I love how you write arguments and I love how you write the making up. And I LOVE that you love Captain Red Swan. And I love you. :)
lady-silverblood: HILARYYY! Ok, I mean, I don't know if you know but you're awe-inspiring. Your writing is just out of this world. The detail and the description and the work you put into it! I see everything happening in front of me and it just blows my mind how someone can be THAT good. Plus, also, you know, Grumplestiltskin. ;)
weezlywrites/ weezly14: So, you're fantastic. I love the way your writing sounds like someone thinking out loud. I love the plotting!! I LOVE the cut off sentences and all the parentheses. I love the emotion of it all. I love that my eye well up sometimes when I read your work. I love that you make me fall more in love with these characters that I'm already SO in love with. <33
So, ok, I lied. There's gonna be a part 3 and probably a part 4, oops. :D
Ok so here's the last story I wrote as a holiday gift to amiserablelove25. I was out of ideas for this one and I remembered an hilarious post by saviorswan, so I asked her if I could turn it into a story and she very kindly agreed.
Here's the gist of that post:
so I like to imagine Charming barging into Emma or Killians room because of some kind of crisis and finding a naked Killian handcuffed to the bed, with a sheet covering his lower half and Emma walking out of the bathroom in his shirt as a totally plausible scene that could happen
No smut in this one! Just implied sex. If people like it well enough I just might write more and make it a series of two or three stories... Emma's take on it might be nice! There would be smut in that one for sure. So let me know what you think!
Also on ffnet
Tied up in bed - My eyes, my eyes!
David felt all kinds of awkward as he all but barrelled out of Granny's, heading towards the spot where his truck was parked.
Let's wait in there. Yep, should've just waited in there, he berated himself as he climbed into the rust colored pickup. This was safe, this he knew.
He took a moment to breathe, leaning his head back on the headrest, eyes closing for a brief moment before snapping open again as recent memories began to filter through. He shook his head in denial, a futile attempt to banish the images that assaulted his mind.
Nope, eyes open! Out of my head, pirate... naked pirate... naked pirate with my daughter... Arrgh! Damn!
His hands tightened on the steering wheel, the surge of protectiveness rising within him only outweighed by the level of embarrassment brought about by the scene he'd just walked right into. He didn't even know how to feel. He just knew he shouldn't have seen that. Ever.
It was clear to him that Emma had feelings for the man. Hell, they were dating. Emma never dated. Plus he'd known for sure that she liked Hook more than she was willing to admit from the moment she stood Neal up and made that comment about him only trying to keep her away from the leather-clad swashbuckler. He'd found her on the docks that day after all, staring at the sea.
He also knew that Killian Jones was genuinely in love with her. He was beyond whipped, anyone with half a brain could see it. He only ever looked at her, devoted whatever time he had to her and Henry. Everything he did was always solely for her and her child and most of all, he made her happy. What father wouldn't want that for his daughter?
He just didn't want to know every little detail of their relationship like the kissing, the touching... and he definetly did not need to see what he'd just seen.
It started simply enough. He was on his way back from dropping Henry off at school, heading to work and he figured he would swing by Granny's to let Emma know that her son had asked to spend the night at Regina's house.
Like most mornings, she was supposed to be having breakfast with Hook before beginning her shift at the station, but David was puzzled when he scanned the diner and couldn't find them.
Worried something might have happened, he walked up to Granny to ask her if she'd seen them.
"Oh they're still here," the woman said with a snort. "They went back up to his room. For something," she emphasized.
Granted, the way she'd said the last part sounded a bit strange to him, but the relief of learning that they were both fine caused him to shrug it off and casually make his way upstairs, only vaguely registering Granny's voice trailing after him, saying something about how maybe he should just take a seat and wait for them while having a cup of coffee.
They probably just went back for his hook, David thought.
Looking back on it, he really should have paid more attention to the signals Granny had sent him. He was an idiot.
He also should have knocked, because nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he opened that door.
There, lying in bed, facing him, was a naked pirate, hair thoroughly disheveled and sporting a large, angry bite mark on the side of his neck. The very thin sheet that carelessly sat across his lap barely hid anything as he stared back like a deer caught in the headlights, his back semi-propped up against the headboard. Understanding soon dawned upon David as his gaze traveled from the pirate's wide eyes and slack jaw to the pair of handcuffs that currently restrained his good hand to said headboard.
Emma's handcuffs.
Right on cue, his daughter walked out of the bathroom's doorway located right beside the bed, wearing nothing but Killian's unbuttoned shirt over a black set of lingerie that threathened to burn his eyes out. As if it wasn't enough, he could swear that the suggestive tone she used to ensnare the pirate right then and therealone nearly made his ears bleed. He hoped to god he'd forget the words someday.
"You know Captain," she purred, voice dropping low on the last word, slowly dragging out each syllable, "I'm minded to stay right here and board your ship again, ride the wave once more before I go, what do you s..." she stopped short as her eyes drifted from Killian's shocked and equally aroused expression to land on her father standing there.
Silence.
Awkward silence.
David gaped as his brain short circuited, seconds seemed like hours until his body finally took over, turning around and briskly walking out of the room and into the hallway, downstairs, out of the diner and straight to his truck, where he sat for a long while before shakily driving off towards the station.
What were his words to Snow about traumatic memories at this stage of the game again?
He sighed. He could use a drink. He briefly wondered if Gold had left one of his forgetting potions behind in his shop.
Needless to say, neither he or his daughter ever brought the topic up for discussion, and he was perfectly fine with that.
Dec. 30 daily fic. Only one more to go before the Christmas gift to my favourite author is complete.
A bit of humour, plenty of FLUFF!
Emma has her own place now and whenever her pirate comes over, he keeps picking the lock instead of knocking on the door, so she makes a decision.
Pirates and tumblers
"Here," she says as she grabs his hand and thrusts the small key in it.
"What's this for love?" he asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"This place" she answers off-handedly, walking back towards the sink to resume cleaning the dishes.
His expression lights up, a bright smile on his face and she rolls her eyes at him.
"It's just so you'll stop picking my lock and sneaking up on me. I'm not asking you to move in or anything," Emma answers, trying her best to sound casual.
He sees right through it.
"Not yet darling, but rest assured you will," he drawls, walking towards her with intent, turning the smoulder on.
"Confident aren't ya, how do you figure that?"
He hums and a shudder wracks through her traitorous body.
"Well Swan, it's simple really, I'm not going anywhere so it's just a matter of time," he replies. He pauses, then his voice grows soft before he continues. "I'll not leave you love."
That gets her attention, the cup she was holding slips between her fingers as she stares up at him. He's standing close to her now, right beside her, his expression turned serious. He means business.
Oh shit
His eyes glaze over, his hand coming up to play with a lock of her hair. He loves doing that. "Pirates aren't known for letting go of their treasure."
It's too much, his promise, the way he looks at her. She ducks her head and mutters something about what people would say if their sheriff kept allowing some scoundrel pirate to break into her house on a daily basis, making him chuckle.
"And no more sneaking up on me, understand?" she warns, pointing a soapy finger at him, poking at his chest.
Undeterred, he makes a grab for her hand plants a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist. He feels her shiver from head to toe and smirks in satisfaction.
Dec. 29 daily fic as part of my holiday gift to amiserablelove25. This one edd up being longer than I planned. I only meant for it to be 4-5 sentences, but then this happened. I regret nothing.
Emma shows Killian her new place and an idea comes to mind.
Captain floor
"It's stuck," she mutters as she tries to wrestle the door open.
"It's alright Swan, nothing that can't be addressed at a later time."
"I know, I just forgot to bring the... oh I got it, ready?"
"Aye love, let me see."
The door creaks softly as it opens and allows the couple inside.
It reveals a cozy, country-style little cottage with an open living room and kitchen area and wooden beams running along its ceilings. The kitchen cabinets are also made of wood and are painted over in white, the paint slightly crackled with time, which only adds to the overall charm. It reminds her of the loft, which is probably why she bought it in the first place. It feels safe and warm here, it feels like home.
She watches Killian as he takes it all in, knowing that even though he doesn't live with them yet, part of her is beginning to get used to the idea. She wants this, them, and she knows he does too.
She needs him to like it, hopes it's the kind of place he would want to settle into in the near future, a place he would call home, a home with her and Henry. She bites her bottom lip nervously, sudden worry eating at her as he turns around to face her.
He's smiling. It's the soft smile that makes her heart flutter, the one he reserves only for her, like she's his whole world and she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"It's absolutely lovely darling."
His words bring a flood of relief and joy and suddenly she can't wait to show him the best part of the house. She walks straight towards the draperies that cover the whole living room wall, skipping a few steps in her hurry to share with him what she wanted to ever since they walked in.
"There's something else you'll like, wait until you see this," she promises excitedly, making his eyebrows raise in amusement at her antics.
When she and Henry were here the first time, the curtains to the huge, practically wall-sized window and glass door were open and they were greeted with a stunning ocean view as well as a huge wooden deck that sat right on the beach. They were stunned. It was simply breathtaking. Henry couldn't stop talking about it for hours after they left, raving about how amazing it was that the beach would be their actual backyard and that Killian could teach them about the stars while they sat on the deck after dark. Emma dreamt about the salty breeze of the ocean that night, the same enticing smell that lingered all over Killian's skin. This house was perfect. For her, for her son, for Killian. He gave up his ship for her, his entire sea-faring life and now she was finally going to be in a position to make it up to him and give the sea back to him. Needless to say, she filled out an offer the very next day.
And now, standing in front of the drapes, fingers shaking with anticipation, she takes a long breath before pulling them all the way to one side of the living room, leaving Killian gaping in awe, speechless, his arms hanging at his sides.
"Thought you'd like it," she whispers as she walks up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist to drop a kiss on the back of his neck, feeling a shiver run through his body. When he turns around, the look in his eyes says it all. He uderstands exactly what this means, that they found this house for him as well as them, and when his lips touch hers, her whole body melts into his.
The cottage is empty. There's not one piece of furniture in it yet but somehow it feels whole, complete. Their feelings are all they need.
The kiss grows heated and he follows her in when she pulls back, a smirk on her lips and an idea in mind. She plants a soft kiss on his mouth before she speaks again, walking backwards slowly, pulling him back with her towards the middle of the living room.
"You know," she entices, her voice dropping into the low, sensuous tones that never fail fuel his desire, "pirate," she watches him swallow hard "I think it's about time we get you acquainted with some of this world's finer traditions."
"Namely?" he croaks out, breathing heavily and lips garavitating back towards hers.
Before he can understand what's happening, she trips him and he falls with his back to the floor, his Swan settling on top of him, legs folded on each side of his hips, pushing herself down on him, wrenching a loud groan out of him.
His good hand flies to her hip, crawling under her shirt, fingers digging hard into her skin, setting her body aflame.
"It's called christening the new place," she answers, grinding down on him, the delicious feeling of his arousal making her breath hitch.
"And how should we go about this?"
She kisses his lips slowly, once, twice, teasing, torturing him and she can tell that he's barely holding on to his sanity at this point.
"Enjoyalbe activities... with a pirate on his back."
His answering growl shoots straight to her core as his hips snap upwards, seeking friction, making her moan and writhe.
"Lead on then love. This captain is yours to command."
She invades his mouth with her tongue, taking control, Killian submitting to her completely and right then and there, she decides that showing him the house was the best idea she ever had.
