Captain Swan Halloweek

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Whump

Length: 7 Chapters, about 12k in total? yeah I lied it’s about 14k now…

Summary: Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don’t turn out as her captors expect.

Notes: Well, this is it… the final chapter… the comfort after all that hurt. I have to say a huge thank you to @cshalloweek​ for the wonderful prompts and the push to come up with something new, again. I have such a good time writing this fic and it really was so refreshing when things haven’t been flowing as easily recently. Once again, a massive thank you to @kmomof4​, I couldn’t do this without you, and your insights and suggestions are invaluable. Also I totally forgot to credit you for a certain bloodthirsty paragraph in yesterdays fic, and you deserve praise for that beautiful imagery, so thank you also for that. I really hope you all enjoy this final instalment, do let me know what you thought!

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31st October Bones / white discover | cost | “Do you hear that?” | bare

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“Come on, Love. Need to get you out of these wet clothes,” he said gently as he lifted Emma into his arms and carried her down into his cabin. The kind of gentleness he’d only ever been able to show with her. Milah hadn’t wanted gentleness from him, not really, though he’d learned exactly when to show it so that she appreciated it.

The anger that had been consuming him since reading Beckett’s letter had mostly drained out of him as he’d attended to the mewling curr on the deck of his ship. Feeling her breaths ghosting across his chest had further soothed it. But as he helped her shed her wet and filthy garments and the brutality of her treatment was confirmed, he felt it rising in his gut once more.

He found himself breathing heavily, jaw clenched and ticking with the tension building inside him again. He should have drawn it out more, should have kept him here to torture and starve for days. The pain he had caused her, the torment that would haunt her for who knew how long demanded it. He should have broken every bone in his body, waited for them to heal and then broken them again for what he had done.

The way the bruises marred her pale skin, the thinness of her limbs and the way her hair hung, limp and bedraggled across her shoulders enraged him. Every time he looked at her he discovered another scrape, another bruise… He patched up everything he could, bandaged her wrists and elbows, carefully cleaned the dried blood from her lip, applied a strange smelling salve to any bruises he could find until she squirmed at the sticky discomfort of it. But at the same time, the care in his touch, the tenderness with which he did his best to mend every hurt kept his focus on her and the fury at her treatment at bay.

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Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Whump

Length: 7 Chapters, about 12k in total? yeah I lied it’s about 14k now…

Summary: Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don’t turn out as her captors expect.

Notes: You’ve all been calling for blood since I posted the last chapter, especially my wonderful, wonderful beta @kmomof4 who asked for it in no less than three different places. I’m hoping this satisfies. Thank you for the wonderful prompts @cshalloweek, I hope everyone enjoys what I’ve done with them!

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30th October Woods / green lost | laughter | “Don’t look back” | forbidden

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“Emma!” Killian shouted, throwing himself forward as he watched her dive into the water between the ships, powerless to stop her disappearing beneath the waves.

“Rope, Captain,” Smee supplied quickly, the emergency line that was always ready to save a crewman should they get swept overboard. Killian shed his coat and tied it around his waist as he watched the water, waiting for Emma to surface, for a direction in which to jump and best assist her.

“There!” a voice shouted, pointing at bubbles rising in the water.

“Smee, I want Beckett alive, every possible valuable stripped from his precious ship… and the rest of the crew fed to the mermaids,” he snarled. “Mates! Prepare to board the Endeavour, and give no quarter!”

A shout from his men rose up behind him. Without another thought, Killian dived, trusting them to get started on the task at hand in his absence. His lungs started to burn as he searched the gloom, but then he caught a spray of blonde hair amid the scaly flashes and he reached for it, swinging his hook at anything that wasn’t human.

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Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Whump

Length: 7 Chapters, about 12k in total? yeah I lied it’s about 14k now…

Summary: Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don’t turn out as her captors expect.

Notes: So things really start rolling in this chapter, which is good cause there are only two more after this… Thank you again to @kmomof4​, you are an incredible beta and I’m so lucky to work with you, and to @cshalloweek​ for the prompts! I hope you’re enjoying what I’m doing with them!

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29th October Candles / yellow summon | fire | “Is anyone there?” | together

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Emma’s head lolled in front of her with the sway of the ship on the waves. Resting in the position she’d been tied into was uncomfortable, but after days of not being able to sleep properly and very little food, her body had succumbed to exhaustion. Finally allowing her respite from the pain of her predicament and her thoughts.

The door opened quietly, not enough to wake her, not even the jingle of keys and the soft tread of boots on the wooden boards. The cell door creaked as it was opened but Emma slept on, that was until a deluge of cold salt water and a slap across the face had her gasping as her muscles tensed, straining against the ropes and chains and groaning as the pain washed over her once more. Breathing heavily through her nose, Emma kept her eyes closed as she tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. Not that they would have been noticed when she was already so wet.

“Sleep well, wench?” the first mate taunted, causing Emma to open her eyes and take in the leer as his eyes travelled over the blouse under her corset that he’d just turned see through.

Emma didn’t have the strength to reply, wanting to save what little she had for what she was sure would be a trying day. She just lowered her gaze to the floor, admitting defeat. At least, that was what she wanted them to think. They’d wanted her broken, so she would give them broken, because letting them underestimate her was her best chance.

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Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Whump

Length: 7 Chapters, about 12k in total? yeah I lied it’s about 14k now…

Summary: Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don’t turn out as her captors expect.

Notes: Title and Chapter Titles are all chess moves. I have no idea what they are, I just liked the names. Huge thanks to @kmomof4​ for betaing, and a massive thank you for the cshalloweek2022 prompts @cshalloweek​! And my interpretation of them just keeps getting looser…

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28th October Leaves / orange crunch | death | “Did you see that?” | hidden

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Having docked at a port on the way to their new destination, Killian and Smee went ashore. He was certain his mood must have shown on his face because none of the stall holders in the market they passed through dared to bother him with wares he clearly had no interest in.

The shop he sought was a small one, nondescript and grimy with its door almost hidden in the shadows of an alleyway. Smee seemed put on edge by it, but Killian, who had been there once before knew what to expect with the crunch of the grimy floor under his boots. It smelled, as most apothecaries did, distinctly odd. Like too many scents had been crammed into one space and combined into something… otherworldly.

“Long time, no see, Captain,” an ethereal voice drifted out of the darkness at the back of the cramped shop.

“Indeed, I’m glad to find you still in business,” he replied as the bedraggled woman moved into the light from one of the tiny windows. She looked the same as ever, dark curly hair tangled and piled on top of her head and the look in her eyes something close to mania, but never enough that it had worried him.

“It’s steady, the people have needs despite the law,” she replied.

“As do I…” Killian said, wanting to cut to the chase and not waste time on small talk.

“You know what you want, Hook. I’ve always liked that about you,” she said with a nod. “Though whether it’s in your best interests remains to be seen…”

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Summary:

After the death of his mum, Killian moves to the US to be with his older brother who lives in the little town of Storybrooke. This town takes it’s legends very seriously, especially around Halloween. Will Killian embrace the festivities or not?

Emma Nolan has lived in Storybrooke her whole life. When she first sees Killian she is intrigued by him, but makes him work to get her attention.

Can the pair work together to save Killian’s niece from the grip of three witches hellbent on revenge?

Notes:

Thanks for all the comments and kudos.

Welcome to the first main chapter. Here we meet our main lovely duo and the action begins. Enjoy.

This is my contribution to @cshalloweek 2022 for the Candle theme.

Thanks to my betas @motherkatereloyshipper @mie779 and @deckerstarblanche 

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The Legend of the Black Flame Candle: Chapter One

The day Killian arrived in the quaint Maine town was a bright sunny day. The temperature was hot and there was not a cloud in the sky. For most people, it would have been the perfect summer day, spent picnicking with family or walking hand in hand with a girlfriend. But for Killian, it only served to remind him of what he had lost.

 He sat in his elder brother’s car and, as they drove past the “Welcome to Storybrooke” sign, a stray tear fell down his face. He angrily wiped it away, not wanting to be caught crying. Killian desperately missed his mum, more than he ever thought possible. He missed her smile, her laugh, her words of encouragement; the way she would hug him after his dad had shouted at him. When Brennan had walked out on them he was relieved. He didn’t care that he shouldered the stresses and strains of caring for her throughout her illness. When she became too ill, the local hospice stepped in and helped.

 Liam did what he could to help out, but he had his own family now - and lived in America - so it wasn’t easy. He offered support over the phone and visited as often as he could.

 After Alice Jones passed away, Liam came back to England to say his goodbye and to help Killian pack up the house.

 Killian planned to stay with his brother for the remainder of the year, but as soon as he could he would be back in England. Back with his mates and to the rest of his life. He couldn’t imagine there would be anything for him here.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Whump

Length: 7 Chapters, about 12k in total?

Summary: Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don’t turn out as her captors expect.

Notes: Title and Chapter Titles are all chess moves. I have no idea what they are, I just liked the names. Huge thanks to @kmomof4​ for betaing, and a massive thank you for the cshalloweek2022 prompts @cshalloweek​!

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27th October Knives / red play | glint | “You’re still alive” | bloody

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Emma didn’t know how long she had left, or how long she had been sitting in the brig, but sitting alone in the dark was worse than she’d expected. It was cold, damp, and there was nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.

As sky high as her walls had been, as much as she had spent years perfecting the art of not letting anyone get close enough to hurt her… Captain Hook, a notorious pirate of all things, had scaled those walls easily with his charm and innuendos. Had seen right into her soul without her needing to spell it out, and she’d seen into his in return.

She’d fallen in love with him, a man who kept leaving, but who kept coming back and bringing with him a smile that made her think that maybe there was more to what they were doing than the time they spent together in her bed.

But he’d told her about his revenge, about the woman who’d been taken from him. She’d never imagined she could compare to that, and she also knew his freedom was the most important thing of all. He wouldn’t give any of that up for her. She was going to be pulled down to the depths by mermaids, never to be seen again.

But he would still be out there, still free. Maybe he’d think of her enough that he’d add her onto his revenge as an afterthought if the opportunity to do so arose.

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Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Whump

Length: 7 Chapters, about 12k in total?

Summary: Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don’t turn out as her captors expect.

Notes: Title and Chapter Titles are all chess moves. I have no idea what they are, I just liked the names. Huge thanks to @kmomof4​ for betaing, and a massive thank you for the cshalloweek2022 prompts @cshalloweek​! The interpretations of these prompts is so loose, but I hope you all enjoy!

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26th October

Potions / purple

cook | lust | “The things we do for love” | cursed

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With coffers full of gold, Captain Hook stood proudly at the helm of his beloved ship. The ship that had once been captained by his brother before his death and Killian’s defection from the Royal Navy.

Up until recently, the Jolly Roger was the only thing that really mattered to him, other than his revenge. His revenge would not see him lose his ship, not when it had been the home he and Milah had shared, the home he had dreamed of making a life for them in.

Only, he had not expected to meet Emma.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, Whump

Length: 7 Chapters, about 12k in total?

Summary: Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don’t turn out as her captors expect.

Notes: Title and Chapter Titles are all chess moves. I have no idea what they are, I just liked the names. All art by me :D Huge thanks to @kmomof4​ for betaing, and a massive thank you for the cshalloweek2022 prompts @cshalloweek​!

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Needless to say, Emma had not planned on the events of today. It had started out just like any other, waking in her cold and lonely bed, dragging herself through her morning routine after her late night working the tavern downstairs. She could already hear Granny up and about in the kitchen. Washed and dressed she’d made her way downstairs then picked at her breakfast while sweeping the kitchen floor. She’d headed out into the main room where some early patrons were availing themselves of Granny’s food. Just another day in the daily grind as she waited for news of the ships that had been seen moving in and out of the port.

prompt:  ghost/spirit/haunted house (a continuation of my writer’s month prompts published for @cshalloweek​ )

The trouble with ghosts was that most of them didn’t know what they wanted.  They were spirits plagued by worldly troubles with no way to make peace until they lashed out, confused and angry, their unfinished business getting lost in the rage.

Which was maybe how the sword came into it, but Emma Swan wasn’t sure why that would be relevant, or how it would help her.

The thing was, Emma needed to know.  That was the only way to help it—the ghost—take its unresolved issues and resolve them.

Even if that meant bringing magic to a sword fight—metaphysically speaking, at least.

She had been called in to help the spirit find its way forward, to stop it looking back; the truth, though, would turn out to be…rather more gruesome.

just a bunch of hocus pocus — @cshalloweek Day 7

Day 7 Prompts (October 31st — Halloween)

Spirit / white

haunted house | betrayal | “tell me again” | wicked

SUMMARY: When Emma Swan moved to the small town of Storybrooke with her son, she expected to deal with petty crimes and lowly thieves as their new sheriff. She didn’t expect to accidentally raise the Mills Witches from the dead for them wreak havoc on the town Halloween night. At least her son seems to have learned a thing or two to defeat them. But there’s also the fact the attractive sailor who docks at their shores every fall is actually 300-years-old and has been trying to prevent the witches from rising again. Oops.

Summary: Samhain brings a turning point for witch Emma and pirate beau Killian, in both their lives and their relationship. Gods willing, what they’ve built is strong enough to resist the temptations of darkness—but the only way to find out is to move forward.

A/N: And here’s the last part! Thank you to all who went on this little journey! And again, thanks to the organizers of @cshalloweek for all the exciting prompts! [tags under cut]

October 31: Spirit / white | haunted house | betrayal | “tell me again” | wicked

1218 words | rated T | AO3 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

part 7: wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark

“Tell me,” Emma demanded. “Tell me what you did.”

As calmly as he could, he relayed the earlier events to her. What he was describing, she wasn’t sure had ever been done. Dark Ones were made over time—magic users corrupting their own souls for power and committing dark deeds, to the point that they were almost immortal; there had blessedly been few, but none that had ever been murdered by a mortal, even if the means were still magical.

“I saw it oozing between my fingers, then it all went dark until—until whatever you did a couple minutes ago.”

“Can…can I check something? Do you trust me?” she hated to ask, resting her hand on his chest.

“Of course I do; anything you think will work.”

She nodded and took a deep breath. Then, in what was probably a gesture he was familiar with, pushed her hand into his chest—and pulled out his heart. (She knew that spell existed, and her mother had explained the basics of it once, but also fully laid out the dangers of using it—what it meant for the victim and the path it could set the magic user on. But desperate times and desperate measures and all that.)

Much like his aura, Killian’s heart glowed a deep red. There were some darker patches within it, but they were overwhelmed by the crimson. But what she needed to see—what she had hoped wasn’t there—was the bit of black goo starting to drip off the bottom tip of the organ.

“Not much of a do-gooder now, are you?” Killian sneered. She was so startled by the change in demeanor that she nearly squeezed his heart, which she knew would cause undue pain, if not be altogether fatal. Her eyes jumped from his heart to his face, and the change in his countenance was visible—this was the Darkness talking again; even the red glow of the heart seemed to reflect menacingly in his pupils. “Crush it; I dare you. It’d put an end to my long, sorry existence.”

“No,” she answered firmly, and hastily shoved the organ back in his chest so it was a nonfactor. “There has to be another way to solve this.”

“Emma—don’t let me become that,” he said weakly, but she could tell it was him again. 

She bit back a remark towards the fact that he brought it on himself, but he’d dealt with self-loathing much longer than Emma had been alive and didn’t need her added admonishment—not right now. “I won’t,” she promised, though.

But she still had no idea how to do that. She tried to pull on the strings in his aura again, but that only caused more pain—and more vile words from the Darkness in him. She tried to do a cleansing spell on his heart; she tried praying to a few pertinent gods; and was damn close to using up her store of Lake Nostos water if there was a chance of it breaking this strange magical hold.

But nothing. 

“So weak, so useless,” he scoffed. “No wonder you haven’t been able to save your parents yet.”

“You don’t mean that,” she refuted. “I know you don’t.”

“Oh, do you?” He got up and moved away from her, the shadows still clinging to his frame in the moonlight. “Do you even know me, love? I’ve lived for decades chasing one thing. You don’t know the half of my life.”

As close as they’d gotten in the last couple years, he was right—there was still a lot Emma didn’t know. But there was one thing she did. She’d known it for a while, but it didn’t finally click until tonight.

“No, I don’t,” she agreed. “But I do know this: I love you, and I’ll do anything to save you.”

He seemed conflicted, but she didn’t hesitate to step into his space and haul his lips to hers. If all she had to use against the Darkness was her love for him, then she was going to make a damn convincing case for her point.

Killian was stiff for a moment, shocked, but quickly melted into the kiss, pulling her close.

No sooner had he done that than a gust of warm air burst forth from his body and they staggered apart, him gasping.

His hand flew to his chest, and then he glanced around him. “Emma, what was…?”

For her part, Emma was speechless. She’d heard of things like that happening—her parents were confirmed True Love and all that—but was that really—?

“Was that True Love’s Kiss?” he finally asked, astonished.

“I…I think…maybe?” she stammered. “How do you feel?”

“Fine,” he breathed. “The Darkness…it’s gone; it had been haunting me, like a demon over my shoulder and it’s just…disappeared.”

“Thank the gods,” she said, then wrapped herself back around him. “And don’t scare me like that. Ever again. Ever.”

“Never, love—never,” he confirmed, and folded his arms around her as tight as he could. “Just—one thing…tell me again.”

She looked up at him. “Tell you what? That I love you?”

“Aye, that,” he said, grinning softly. “I love you too, darling. More than you know.”

“I mean, I kind of know.”

He chuckled—his usual, deep laugh that always sent the best kind of shiver through her—and just kissed her again. And again. And things quickly got heated, and they may have come together right against that poor old tree. (She would have preferred to take their time, but the sheer relief they both felt was definitely a compounding factor, and the fact that she had places to be later. But after that…she wasn’t going to let him out of her sight—or arms—or other places—for quite some time.)

As long as she could, she held him tight, until she needed to join the rest of her coven. “Shall I meet you back at your place, my love?” he murmured into her shoulder as she righted her clothes.

“You better,” she tossed back. “I thought I lost you tonight. I’m not letting you out of my sight for a very long time.”

“I thought I lost you too, love—my chance at being with you. Thank you for bringing me back to myself.”

“Always.”

Thankfully, her coven’s annual rituals didn’t take long, and she was able to rush back to him, her spirit all the more at ease. 

Then, they spent the next few days in bed. Happily.

As they came out of the honeymoon fog (eventually), Emma was relieved that the shadow of Killian’s past no longer followed them, but her own goals still lay ahead unfinished—and without any further insight into how she might break her parents’ curse.

Until Killian pointed out that she had a new source for one key ingredient—the essence of True Love. She had been using her parents’ hairs tied together for that in the past, but perhaps pulling from someone not cursed would be the trick needed.

Her brilliant True Love was right. 

And at the next Samhain, Emma was able to fully celebrate with everyone she loved. When Killian wrapped her in his arms after arriving ashore from another voyage, she couldn’t help but think that all was as it should be—nor could she wait to see what joys her future continued to hold.

Summary: Emma needs to sell her house, and move on. The ghost that resides there doesn’t want her to leave, and therefore sabotages all of the home showings. Emma is not happy with said ghost… who insists he isn’t actually a ghost at all.

A/N: The main fic was inspired by this post, and originally posted two years ago. I’ve always had an idea in mind of how Emma first met her ghost, so I decided to write up a little prequel for @cshalloweek​. Plus, I’m a sucker for ghost!Killian! Thanks to @kmomof4​ for giving this the once over. Enjoy and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

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Prequel

“Seriously?!”

Emma stuffed the garments she’d just pulled out of the box right back into it. Spinning in place, she surveyed the floor around her one last time, in desperate search of her favorite pajamas while clutching her towel around herself.

She must have left one of her garment boxes downstairs.

If she weren’t already feeling so out of sorts, exhausted from a day that had begun before the sun had even risen, taking ownership and moving her things into the house she’d once inhabited while in the care of her former foster mother, Ingrid, she might have been willing to settle for one of her lesser sleepwear options. However, the comfort her duckling pjs would provide her would be worth the trek back downstairs with nothing more than a candle to light her way (since the electric company had the wrong date on their work order and wouldn’t be there until tomorrow).

With her shower-wet hair hanging limply over her shoulders and dripping into the towel she had wrapped around her, Emma crept down the steps, careful not to trip over the haphazardly piled boxes she’d left on the stairs - not completely certain where some of her items would end up just yet - with her hand shielding the delicate flame of her candle. She paused at the bottom of the staircase, wondering if the missing box with her beloved pjs would more likely be in the kitchen or the living room. Having decided to start in the living room, Emma turned and headed that way only to be stopped short by the sight of a strange man standing at the far side of the room, barely visible in the dim light of the moon and her candle.

He was bent over slightly at the waist, perusing the few trinkets she’d already unpacked and displayed upon the shelves. Clearly casing the joint in search of something that might hold street value. The smart thing to do, seeing as it didn’t appear he’d noticed her presence, would be to retreat back up to her room and call the cops, but Emma wasn’t really in her most logical frame of mind, unnerved by the presence of a stranger in a space she’d always felt safe in. So, what did she do?

Picking up the closest object, she chucked it at the intruder and hollered, “Hey!” only to watch it sail right through the startled man’s chest as he turned to face her, hitting the wall behind him with an echoing thud.

“What the…”

CS Halloweek 2021 — Day 7: Spirit/White (haunted house | betrayal | wicked) @cshalloweek

(CS Haunted Mansion AU)

When hinges creak in doorless chambers And strange and frightening sounds Echo through the halls Whenever candlelights flicker Where the air is deathly still That is the time when ghosts are present Practicing their ghoulish delight

Prompt: haunted house

In which Emma realises that the haunted houses in Storybrooke are nothing like those that she's used to

@cshalloweek

31st October. Spirit/White. Haunted House. Betrayal. “Tell me again”. Wicked.

Rating: Explicit - but only because I’m not sure how high the smut rates… It’s probably only M but I’m rubbish at working that out…

Warnings: Haunted house fun…

Length: Just under 4k

Summary: When he’d suggested they all go to a haunted house, she’d expected it to be everyone. Not to turn up and find that she was the only one who hadn’t pulled out and that he was working at it and expecting her to go through the damn thing alone.

Notes: Well, this is the final instalment of Halloweek, I can’t believe I’ve managed to get something out for every single day! Damn. Huge thank you to @kmomof4 for betaing ALL of them. Even the last minute ones that she turned around in less that 24 hours… You are an angel! (Anything that isn’t right in this fic is officially my fault for adding over a thousand words to it this morning during my final read through… ooops?) Hope you all enjoy it, and thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs!

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Emma Swan was going to kill Killian Jones when she got a hold of him.

When he’d suggested they all go to a haunted house, she’d expected it to be everyone. Not to turn up and find that she was the only one who hadn’t pulled out and that he was working at it and expecting her to go through the damn thing alone. He’d put her bag in one of the lockers for her, and sent her into the darkness with a wink and a smirk that told her he had something insane planned and she really didn’t want to find out what it was.

Emma didn’t really like Killian, something about him just rubbed her the wrong way, but David shared a dorm room with him in their first year at college and their friendship group had been stuck with him ever since. A self-proclaimed ladies man, he always turned up to everything with a girl on his arm, but instead of referring to him as a ‘man whore’, Emma preferred the more accurate term of ‘serial monogamist’. He didn’t string them along any longer than they wanted to be, and he didn’t date more than one girl at once, he never played them off against each other either and Emma had to find something positive to say about the guy.

She preferred occasional one night stands, less complicated and less messy when they ended.

i (almost) dropped your hand while dancing  - @cshalloweek Day 6

Day 6 Prompts (October 30th)

Dance / grey

masquerade | honour | “you’re trembling” | enraged

SUMMARY: Maybe she wouldn’t find him to be that bad if he didn’t constantly show up wherever their latest job was. It’s hard enough to smuggle treasure out of castle without him and his crew interfering to take it for themselves. Rival Thieves AU

RATING: Explicit

WORD COUNT: 4,353 words

TAGS: Captain Swan, CS Halloweek, Masquerade, Thieves, Rivals, Smut

AO3

AUTHOR’S NOTE: don’t look, it’s just me posting my halloweek prompt right before the end of the day… as seems to be the usual. oops. enjoy. :)

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The mask adorning her face itches. Gray feathers flare out an inch from the top corners of her eye mask and tickle at her temples when a breeze flutters against it. Her silver corset top glitters when it catches the light from the flames. The skirt of her gown is comprised of feathers that match her mask and flow down to the tops of her toes, a slit up one side allowing her to flash a peek of skin up to her thigh.

It offers the perfect distraction, older men doing their most to garner a dance with her while their wives glare and hold on tight to their husbands. Vixen seems to be the word thrown around tonight as they all wonder who she came to such a glamorous party with but she didn’t care. As long as their attention is on her and nothing else, they could say what they want. She’ll even throw in an extra sashay so the slit flashes a little more skin, enjoying the way some jaws drop.

The slit in her gown also allows easy access to her knife holster, hidden just under the feathered fabric gracing her upper thigh.

Lips painted a dark red, her small smile makes her demure and unassuming. She acts as though her dress hasn’t brought half the guests in attendance to a tizzy. Instead, she uses it as a cover to duck her head and scan the crowd from under her eyelashes.

“Looking for me, love?”