Come Closer And Feel For Yourself

SUMMARY: Emma has been in love with Killian for a long time, but it takes a pandemic and eighteen hours of panic when he’s not answering his phone for her to realise it. Now they’re quarantined together and sharing a bed and she needs him to know how she feels. If only she could find a way to tell him. 

Killian has been in love with Emma for as long as he’s known her, but he knows the quickest way to send her running would be to tell her how he feels. Now he’s waking up every morning with her in his arms and all he wants is for this to be his life forever. If only he could find a way to tell her. 

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SO here it is, the AND THEY WERE QUARANTINED fic. I realise this is a sensitive subject for some people, so please do be forewarned that there is some discussion of the coronavirus here, though it is primarily a soft and fluffy idiots-in-love story with much emoting and sharing of beds and very little angst. If you choose to read it I hope it brightens your day and helps get you thorough these challenging times. 

Copious love to @ohmightydevviepuu for stopping me from banging my head against the wall ❤️❤️❤️

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Rating: a soft M Words: 4.7k

On AO3

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where none intrudes: 

Killian pulled up in front of the tall brick building, slipping neatly into a parking spot he could barely believe he was lucky enough to find. Normally he had to park several blocks away from Emma’s place—his old place—and drag his loaded satchel or his groceries or now his suitcase through the streets of the neighbourhood trying not to feel self-conscious as curtains twitched in the windows as he passed. 

He whistled a little tune as he took his suitcase out of the trunk, his heart racing in anticipation of seeing Emma again. It had been far too long. Just over a year ago he’d moved to Chicago for a job opportunity far too good to turn down, and since then he’d only managed to see her twice. The last time was Christmas, when they’d both been so busy with the rest of their friends and their family obligations that they’d barely had an hour together to catch up. 

Killian wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than it had been before, when they’d lived across the hall and had seen each other every day, spending most evenings at one or the other of their apartments cooking together and watching TV. As much as he missed just hanging out with Emma—as much as he missed her—he didn’t miss the ache of longing that had pretty much permanently taken up residence just below his heart. It was less acute in Chicago, or maybe it was just different—an ache born more of missing than of wishing—wishing for things he knew could never be his. 

He dragged his suitcase up the steps to her door and rang the bell. It swung open immediately and he barely had time to catch a glimpse of Emma’s pale face before she was in his arms, her own wrapping tightly around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. 

“Oh my God, Killian,” she whispered. “I was so worried.” 

“What?” His arms had come around her automatically and now his hand stroked her back soothingly as she began to tremble. “What’s wrong?” 

“What’s wrong?” she snapped, pulling away and punching him in the arm. “What’s wrong? Haven’t you been watching the news? Why aren’t you answering your damn phone?” 

“I’ve been driving for the past eighteen hours!” he protested, rubbing his arm. “You know I always turn my phone off in the car. Safety—” 

“Don’t you dare say ‘safety first,’” she hissed. “Not when I’ve spent the past eighteen hours wondering if you were dead!” 

“Why would you wonder that?” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, I—” 

“Look, would you come inside?” She grabbed his arm—the one she’d punched—and pulled him into the apartment. He barely had time to snag his suitcase and haul it in behind him before she’d slammed the door and locked it. 

“Go wash your hands,” she said. “I’ll be in the living room. Leave that!” She scowled as he reached for the suitcase handle again. “We’ll disinfect it later.” 

“Disinfect—” 

“Hands, Killian. Living room.” She turned on her heel and stalked away. 

All Killian Jones wants is to survive this February as painlessly as possible. Hopefully without telling his best friend he loves her. That would be a disaster.

It’s made all the more difficult when he gains the attention of a secret admirer.

AN: Thank you so much @csrolereversal​ for hosting this wonderful event yet again! I am so happy to be a part of it. Thank you @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713​ for making such a beautiful pic set as well as being a beta reader to this story. It was so fun working with you.

 FFn Ao3

“0815?” 

The door doesn’t open. Killian curses under his breath, scrolling through his text messages. The landlord had sent him the new code, but he was sparse on details on how to get it to actually work.

“#0815?”

Nope. 

Killina sighs loudly, glancing at his watch, knowing that he was going to be late if he doesn’t open this bloody door. He takes a drink of coffee to settle his nerves. 

Empty. Bloody perfect.

“#815.” He’s about to start pounding his head on the door. His brother always said he was hard headed, perhaps he can just break the door down. 

Why the hell would anyone prefer this bloody contraption rather than a key like a normal bloody person?

He wonders how much he’ll get fined for breaking down his own door to his own shop. It’s far too early for these shenanigans and he is already out of coffee. 

and this pirate:

fall in love and ruin all other fictional ships for us?

That’s the other one I really want to finish since I do have it all plotted out, just another case of biting off way more than I could chew and having to slow down before I burned out completely. I’m a bit out of my usual wheelhouse with the whole 1920s New Orleans setting so it takes me longer to get the “feel” right on that one, but after I got this ask I started thinking about it again and I definitely want to go back to it.

The time is finally here! Are you itching to see Emma as a witty 18th-century woman or maybe Killian is an ex-assassin who is trying to settle down? What movies have you watched that just scream Captain Swan to you? Click on the link below to suggest a movie and it may be selected by authors and artists for our upcoming Captain Swan Movie Marathon Event!

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We can’t wait for your ideas!

New CS Event Idea 

Needing some feedback and a few others who might be willing to help run a new CS Event: The Captain Swan Movie Month. 

Content (fic and art) would be based off movies submitted by the fandom for participants to choose from. These can be retellings, loosely based, or  inspired by the selected film. 

I’m thinking the content would drop in September, giving the event time this spring to collect movie submissions for participants to sign up for at the beginning of summer.

Is this something content creators would be interested in participating in? Are there any shipmates who’d be willing to assist me in running this event?

A seperate Tumblr page would be created for the event, as well as a Discord - if that’s something people would want.

Let me know your thoughts about the event and whether you’d be willing to help get things organized to run it.

Savoring the memory

Just a fluffy drabble. Feels n stuff.

Happy Valentine’s Day Lupercalia, @theirstoryisepic!

OK, so this is kind of non-traditional, but I’m obsessed with the idea that folkloric versions of our holidays are celebrated in the Enchanted Forest (in my head, Killian celebrates the winter solstice), so I went off on a bit of a research kick for Valentine’s day.

SO, OK. The connections between Valentine’s Day and the ancient Roman festival of Lupercalia are pretty much that they were celebrated around the same time (ides of February). Lupercalia as a festival is a bit of a mystery – it might have been a day sacred to shepherds who would sacrifice to Pan as a woodland deity, it might have been a day to honour the wolf that suckled Romulus and Remus – 

We do know that after the rites of the day were completed, the Luperci priests would run around the forum nude save for a loincloth made from wolf pelts, carrying a strip of animal hide with which they would slap the wrists and hands of women as a fertility boon. So yeah, super sexy Valentine times right there.