Hi! I am looking for a fic but I can't remember the name of it or where I found it. In it Killian is playing with Emma's hair and she starts to cry because nobody had ever played with her hair before and so they make a list of things she never got to do as a child, like learning how to ride a bike, and after they get most or all of them crossed off(I can't remember which) Killian adds get engaged or get married (not sure which) to the list, and tells Emma to look at the list and when she does he proposes. Do you know it?
Hi! I don’t know it but it sounds beautiful 🥺 maybe some friends would know?
@kmomof4 @stahlop @teamhook @tiganasummertree @snowbellewells does this sound familiar friends?
He laid on his front with a pillow stuffed under his head and chest, arm draped over her legs where she sat stretched out at the opposite end of the bed reading files. He ran his hand over her calf leisurely as the radio played low, eyes closed and enjoying a quiet moment.
He had no shirt on due to Emma currently wearing it... which neither minded.
She paused her work and chose to study him instead.
He was such an intimate person. He always found a way to comfort her physically; stroke her hair, rub her shoulders, soothe her arm- any form of contact to offer assurance, love and support. Even in moments like this, when both were relaxed, he would seek contact.
She wanted to be like that. She wanted to do the same, to squeeze his hand, caress his face, play with his hair- she enjoyed closeness but for so long she’d denied such pleasures.
For so long she’d been independent and without someone to share it with, fear now had her holding back a lot of the time when she didn’t have to be scared anymore.
“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
The question was out of her mouth before she could rethink it. He opened his eyes lazily and turned his head slightly to look at her.
“If you’re offering, love... I wouldn’t say no.” he grinned; voice as sleepy as his face.
She was glad he didn’t question it... if he had, she’s sure she would have told him to forget it and buried her embarrassment behind the file she was gripping.
She bit her lip in nervous excitement as she threw the file to one side and straddled his backside.
She could do this.
The moment her hands slid up the centre of his back to squeeze his shoulders, he let out a moan of pleasure that gave her the confidence to continue.
It was like a drug. The more he enjoyed her touch, the more she enjoyed touching him. It felt nice, comforting and rewarding all at once. It built this whole other layer to their relationship- a whole new level of intimacy that was comforting and somewhat wholesome.
“You’re brilliant at that.” He murmured, lost in the pleasure of her attention.
Her cheeks ached from smiling as she mumbled a ‘thanks’ back.
Once she broke the dam and began being more openly affectionate... she found couldn’t stop.
55, 62, 63, 85, and 95 for the weird asks, please!
Thank you!
55. favorite fairy tale?
Funnily enough considering I’m an ouat fan, it’s Peter Pan
62. seven characters you relate to?
In no particular order: Jake Peralta, Rosa Diaz, Tsukishima Kei, Alice Jones, Donna Noble, Bill Potts, and Killian Jones
Honourable mentions: Chidi Anagonye, Eleanor Shellstrop, Yato (Noragami), the Doctor, Maze (Lucifer), Martha Jones
63. five songs that would play in your club?
I’m biased shit so here’s a bunch of All Time Low songs that always make me feel like dancing: Poppin’ Champagne, I Feel Like Dancing, Clumsy, A Party Song (The Walk of Shame), Lost in Stereo
85. fairy tales or mythology?
Love them both so much but mythology wins out
95. favorite app on your phone?
Either this damn tumblr app, spotify for music, the safari app for ao3, or youtube for mindless videos to play in the background
Sure!! (No one attack me, I shared some possibly unpopular opinions in this answer!!!!)
Ask me some questions
Favorite character:
Killian Jones, baby!!!!
Least Favorite character:
Rumple or Regina
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):
Captain Swan, of course. Ruby and Mulan, Emma with Graham would’ve been cute, I liked Belle and Will, and Snowing
Character I find most attractive:
Killian Jones and Emma Swan, of course!!!!
Character I would marry:
Killian Jones....
Character I would be best friends with:
Ruby, Tink, charming
a random thought:
If Ashley had the baby at 18 and Valentine’s Day was the following February then it follows that she was still 18, 19 at the very oldest, when they went out for drinks and she got engaged so who was sanctioning that illegal underaged drinking party?? And if Ruby was her friend it follows that they were around the same age so was Ruby underaged drinking too?????????????
An unpopular opinion:
I’m so anti rumbelle it’s insane. I’m also possibly the most anti-Neal / swan fire literally ever, but not sure if that counts as unpopular, and I think Regina’s arc was shit and I hated her as a character throughout the entire series.
My Canon OTP:
Captain Swan lol
My Non-canon OTP:
Belle with literally anyone else
Most Badass Character:
Emma Swan is the biggest baddie
Most Epic Villain:
Pan
Pairing I am not a fan of:
For canon, Rumbelle, for non-canon, SwanQueen
Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):
I know this might be unpopular but I really really hated how Belle kept going back to Rumple sorry. Belle was such a strong character, i was cheering so hard for her in S5 and S6!! sending her back to her abusive husband at the very end was such a disservice to her entire story (don’t come for me but I meant every word)
Favourite Friendship:
Belle and Killian
Character I most identify with:
Grumpy lol
Character I wish I could be:
I honestly don’t have an answer for this one.......... I would say Emma because of Hook but I don’t actually want to be her lol
Can we please have Emma and Killian with #7 and #11 for the touch prompt? I love you're writing!
So I already wrote something for these two here and here, but you caught me on a Tuesday, bored in class because I’m a horrible student, so I thought why not write more??? And so I give you:
Dancing and Cuddling
A followup to Don’t Need To Be Here
The music swells over the sounds of the erupting fireworks as he holds Emma closely in his arms and sways with her. He can’t stop touching her, kissing her head, running his arms up and down her back. Her arms are wrapped around his middle and he thinks that if she squeezes him any harder, he won’t make it to the wedding. Their wedding.
He knew she would say yes; they’ve been talking about this for months. When Corrine turned two, David asked him what the hell he was waiting for. But things have just been going so well for them that he never really felt the need to change anything. He brought up her father’s comment casually, and she laughed it off and said, “what does he mean? Maybe I’ll be the one to propose to you.”
The threat set his plans in motion. He swiftly informed her parents of his intentions to marry her, asked Henry for his blessing, and took him with him to choose the ring. He chose to wait a bit longer than he originally planned to in order to keep her on her toes, because he knew that a part of her was expecting him to ask her from the moment he brought it up over a year ago.
When Corrine’s third birthday rolled around, he knew he had gotten to her based on the way she snarled at him all evening. She was realizing that a full year had passed from their original conversation and he still hadn’t asked or even brought it up. He needed to get his ass moving before she made good on her threat and asked him herself, so he spoke with David about Storybrooke’s annual Fourth of July celebration and arranged for her favorite food to be served and for her favorite song to come on as he asked her to take a walk with him down the beach.
“I knew you were gonna do it eventually,” she says into his chest, as if she’s reading his mind.
“Aye? Did you know I was going to do it today?” He cuddles his nose into her hair and kisses her temple.
“Not until you asked me to walk with you.”
He couldn’t stop himself from backing up slightly and kissing her even if he tried. “Are you happy?” he asks in a whisper against her mouth.
She nods, her nose running alongside his. “Cuddle me,” she insists. “This is my favorite song.”
“I know.”
He draws her close again and moves slowly with her. Maybe they’ll perfect a waltz for the wedding itself, but for tonight, her realm’s version of dancing is a perfect conclusion to a perfect day.
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A/N yeah, they were completely clueless about Neal. They probably spoke to Henry about his conversation the next day when they noticed him acting strangely!! Thanks for the prompt!!
“You’re right,” he finally concedes, noting the way the group is converging towards the back, ready to head downstairs for their morning meeting. “I just…”
They both turn, starting to make their way towards the stairs, before Robin speaks again. “I know. But you can’t.”
Killian nods, silently moving the curtain to the side and stepping away from his friend, following a group of men he can’t stand to take his seat at a table that makes him feel like the man he never wanted to become. He knows Rob is right. He just doesn’t care.
The Wench AU is based on a concept art by @itsfabianadocarmo in which Emma’s brother is Killian’s childhood friend!
Thank you @onceratheart18 !!!!!! Okay so I kind of already wrote #25, kind of, and it’s here, so I’m writing #8! This takes place in a universe for which I haven’t actually written yet. It lives in my brain rent-free and maybe one day I’ll write it, but for now, here’s a spoiler-free snippet. (Also, let’s assume they celebrate Christmas in the enchanted forest, okay?)
Send me a Holiday Prompt!
Basking in the warmth and flickering flames of a roaring fire
He really hates this tavern. The only thing keeping him coming back to this drab, damp place is the damn bar wench. The ale is overpriced and nearly always flat and the crowd is deplorable to be around, but at least there’s that damn bar wench.
He reminds himself that he’s okay to refer to her by her name, at least in his own head, as she carries over another mug of ale to him and places it down with a soft smile, allowing him to pay her more than what it’s worth though he knows she wants to argue with him. He returns her smile, or attempts to, but struggles to see any joy in the current situation. Her life is essentially in shambles, and it's essentially his fault, so she’ll have to forgive him when his smile comes out more like a grimace.
He’s in awe of her. All that she’s going through and she still finds it in herself to smile at each loathsome customer of hers. If Killian were a better man than he is, perhaps he wouldn’t have gotten himself involved in the first place. Perhaps Emma would argue that his involvement is exactly what makes him a decent man, but he must disagree. He just couldn’t have left well-enough alone that night in the alley, could he?
“Can I get you something else, Captain, or are you content to lurk and brood for the remainder of the evening?”
“The ale is fine, love, though I’ll be happy to see you when the night is done,” he tells her in his “broody” voice, as she calls it. She grins at him and nods before turning her back and making her way through the crowd of rats, each of them making to grab her and stoking the angry fire in the pit of his stomach.
Later on, when the tavern is near empty and they’re safe from prying eyes, he relights the fire on her hearth, desiring to chase away the bitter chill that comes from the dead of winter. Being beside the harbor doesnt help the bite of the air, serving only to add a freezing mist, and now that the tavern is empty, he finds himself shivering.
Once she’s finished her duties as bar wench, she takes a seat beside him on a bench close to the roaring flames, and he thinks she may want to lay her head on his shoulder. He would so happily let her, if not for the fear of being seen.
“You don’t have to stay here every night, you know,” she tells him after moments of silence between them.
“Aye, yes I do, love. I’d rather not leave you to the wolves if I have anything to say about it.”
She hums, nodding softly and bumping his shoulder with her own. Though it surely pains her, he thinks she agrees. “It’s Christmas tomorrow,” she points out quietly. “What will you and your crew do to celebrate?”
“Not sure what that lot will do,” he answers, matching her tone and struggling to keep himself from touching her. “I suppose I’ll be patronizing my favorite tavern. I quite like one of the bar wenches who serves me.”
“Ruby?” Emma jokes, drawing a boisterous laugh from him. He envies her lightheartedness. He wonders how his life may have changed if she was in it earlier.
“Aye, that’s the one.” She laughs as well, and he simply cannot stop himself from wrapping an arm around her shoulder and drawing her closer to him. He knows he shouldn’t do it, but he immediately feels warmth erupting through his chest at the feeling of her against him.
“I suppose I may be here as well, perhaps I’ll see you.”
