Summary: -“Seriously? You gave Captain Hook romantic advice?”-Post 4×03. Emma is still hesitant about starting a relationship with Killian. Elsa gives her a little push in the right direction.
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Long after Killian leaves, Emma sits in her car, her eyes shut as she silently thinks over the day’s events.
The Snow Queen, Ingrid; knows her somehow. Emma can’t remember ever having met her before, but neither can Elsa. The sorceress must have erased their memories somehow. The only question is, why?
And then there’s Killian.
Somehow, it always comes down to him.
“If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving.” His earlier words come back to haunt her and Emma wraps her arms around herself. She knows he was speaking the truth, knows that he’s extraordinarily good at surviving.
But she’s still afraid.
She’s lost too many people already, and if she loses Killian now, it will break her.
If Emma is to be perfectly honest, she wants to be with him, wants it so much, it’s overwhelming. Dates, holding hands, good morning kisses, that perfect domesticity she never got to have with anyone she’d ever been with before-she wants it all.
She wants him.
But it’s too dangerous. In the kind of world they live in, anything might happen; she could lose him in the blink of an eye. He told her he’s a survivor, but it does very little to ease her fears.
Emma tried pushing away, thinking that she could keep him safe that way. But it didn’t work, they were inevitably drawn to each other and all she succeeded in was hurting both of them.
There’s a light tapping on the window. Emma looks up, startled, to see Elsa standing on the other side, smiling kindly at her.
“Elsa!” Emma exclaims, rather blankly, wondering what on earth the other woman is doing here. She reaches over and opens the door. “I thought David was drop[ping you back at the loft.”
Elsa slides into the seat a little awkwardly and shuts the door. “He’s still wrapping up a few things at the diner,” She replies. “I saw you sitting out here, and, well, you looked like you could use a friend.”
Emma laughs a little hollowly and grips the steering wheel until her knuckles turn white. “That obvious, huh?”
Elsa shrugs and gives her a little teasing smile. “You’re a bit of an open book.”
Emma tenses a bit at the familiar words, making Elsa glance up at her curiously.
“Is this-” The young queen begins hesitantly, keeping her voice tentative and hesitant, like Emma’s a ticking bomb liable to go off at any second. “Is this about Hook?”
Emma rears up defensively at the question. “What makes you think it’s about him?”
“You were really angry at him earlier,” Elsa points out, and then her cheeks flare crimson and she glances away. “And then, in the street, you two were-”
She cuts off abruptly, looking even more flustered. Emma stares at her in confusion for a moment before realization washes over her.
“Oh, God,” She says in horror. “You saw that?”
“You two were kissing in the middle of the street, Emma.” Elsa says exasperatedly, her face still a bright red. “I’m pretty sure everyone saw that.”
Emma slumps back into her seat and covers her face in mortification. “Oh, God,” She moans again. “Definitely not one of my better ideas.”
Elsa chuckles a little. “I take it you’re realm’s idea of courting is a bit different from mine?”
“Courting?” Emma shakes her head hastily, because courting implies marriage and a future and other stuff she’s definitely not ready for- “Killian and I aren’t courting.”
Elsa cocks her head at this, looking perplexed. “Then what are you two to each other?”
Emma flounders helplessly at that, because while they might’ve kissed a couple of times, danced at a ball together, traded a couple of life altering secrets and he told her he gave up his home for her, they really aren’t together-officially, anyway. “I-I really don’t know, actually.”
“What’s the matter?” Elsa asks in confusion. “You love him, don’t you?”
Emma flushes. Elsa says it like it’s so simple. It’s anything but. Sure, she loves him, loves him like she’s never loved anyone before, loves with so much passion and intensity that it scares the hell out of her. But it isn’t simple.
It never is.
“Henry,” Emma says finally. “He just lost his dad-I don’t know if he’d be okay with me dating someone all of a sudden. I mean sure, he likes Killian, they’re friends, but I don’t know if he’d like us being in a relationship.”
Elsa opens her mouth to speak but Emma cuts her off.
“And then there’s Regina,” Emma continues to ramble. “I just got in the way of her happiness with Robin, it wouldn’t be fair if I tried to be happy while she can’t.”
Elsa finally gets in a word edgewise. “It seems to me, Emma, that you’re simply looking for excuses,” Emma’s eyes widen at this, wondering how the queen manages to be so perceptive. “No, what’s the real reason?”
Emma relents.
“I’m afraid,” She admits softly. “Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in has ended badly. And Killian’s not just any guy, you know? He’s-he’s my best friend. I can’t lose him. And everyone I’ve ever been with is dead,” Elsa’s eyes widen in shock and sympathy at her words, but Emma plows on recklessly. “And there’s always a new villain in town, always someone who might try and use him against me. The Wicked Witch did, and Killian nearly died because she was so desperate to take away my powers. Emma swallows a sob at the memory, shutting her eyes tightly as she tries to hold back her tears. “You understand, don’t you? I have to protect him.”
Elsa reaches out and squeezes Emma’s hand in comfort. “I do, believe me. A while ago, I thought doing the same thing, pushing away the people I loved would protect them.”
“Did it work?” Emma asks and Elsa shakes her head.
“No. I was wrong. It didn’t work, and I only succeeded in making matters worse. Don’t make the same mistake I made. I know you feel like you’re obliged to make everyone happy; having the weight of the world on your shoulders and all that, but-”
“Killian said that,” Emma cuts in, taken aback by the near identical words Elsa speaks.
Elsa blinks and then her mouth tugs into a grin. “I see he took my advice then.”
Emma can’t hold back her snort of laughter at this. “Seriously? You gave Captain Hook romantic advice?”
Elsa shakes her head immediately. “Goodness, no. I’m definitely not qualified to be giving out any of that kind of advice.”
“You don’t have anyone waiting for you back home, then?”
“No,” Elsa’s face clouds over. “All I have is Anna, and I fear I may never see her again now.”
“Hey,” Emma says firmly. “Don’t talk like that. We are going to find her, I promise.”
Elsa gives her a little, weak nod. “Thank you, Emma.”
Emma smiles softly and then exhales. “You think I should go for it, then?”
“I think you should do whatever your heart is telling you to do,” Elsa says simply. “Don’t hold yourself back, Emma. Your happiness is important too, you know.”
Elsa’s words strike a chord within her. The younger woman in right, Emma realizes. When was the last time she did something for herself, when she put hereelf first for once? She’s the savior, it’s her duty to put everyone first, but that doesn’t mean it’s right. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve to seek her own happiness. She can do that, and keep Killian safe.
“Alright,” Emma says decisively and Elsa smiles.
Killian can hardly believe this is happening.
He’s on a date with Emma Swan.
And it’s everything he’s ever dreamt of.
Sure, things might’ve gone south at the restaurant pretty fast, but Emma had not been displeased about it, and even reached out to take his hand reassuringly.
This new, affectionate side of Emma is something he’ll have to get used to.
And Killian plans on enjoying every second of it.
They’re curled up on a blanket on the beach now, Emma pressed into his side as she recounts a tale from her time as a bailbondsperson. Killian smiles down tenderly at her as she speaks. His Swab is always beautiful, but tonight her beauty goes beyond mere words. Clad in a gorgeous dress that’s the color of middlemist roses and her hair pulled up in an elegant high ponytail, she is the most stunning creature in all the realms.
Emma pauses in the middle of her story and catches him staring. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear almost shyly, she asks, “What?”
Killian shakes his head with a low chuckle, unconciously pulling her closer. “I just…still can’t believe this is really happening, my love.”
Emma’s cheeks flush at the endearment and she lets out a short laugh. “Well, you did finally manage to convince me,” She admits. “And so did Elsa, for that matter,” She adds as an afterthought.
Killian looks down at her, his curcuriosity piqued at the mention of their new friend. “What did the Lady Elsa have to do with it?” He asks.
Emma shrugs, absently entwining her fingers with his, and Killian’s heart warms at the simple gesture. “She kind of persuaded me to put myself first, for once, and come on this date,” She says finally. “She helped me look at things in a new perspective.”
Killian grins broadly at this. “Well then, remind me to buy her a drink sometime, in thanks.”
Emma lets out a peal of laughter at his words, and Killian thinks it is the sweetest sound he’s heard in a while. Unable to resist, he dips his head to kiss the smile from her lips, humming contently when she instantly responds in kind, her lips moving sweetly against his.
And when Killian pulls away and looks down at her flushed face and shinning eyes, he can feel his heart pound with the force of his love for her.
“I’m not good at this, you know,” Emma says suddenly and Killian raises a brow at her, smiling cheekily.
“Kissing, love? I must disagree, you are quite-” He’s cut off with a grunt as she elbows him playfully in the ribs.
“Not that,” Emma corrects. “I meant relationships. I’m not really good with long term stuff-my last long term relationship was a decade ago.”
“Swan-”
“But I’m willing to try,” Emma says quickly. “With you, I mean-” Her cheeks pinken adorably. “I want to. I want this.”
Killian smiles in joy and presses a kiss to the crown of her head.
“BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS” – Hook and Emma embark
on a journey through Anne’s memories and finally learn the unexpected truth about
Hook’s family.
“Once Upon a Time” stars Jennifer
Morrison as Emma Swan, Colin O’Donoghue as Hook, Jared S. Gilmore as Henry
Mills, Ginnifer Goodwin as Snow White/Mary Margaret, Josh Dallas as Prince Charming/David,
Lana Parrilla as the Evil Queen/Regina, Emilie de Ravin as Belle, Rebecca Mader
as the Wicked Witch/Zelena and Robert Carlyle as Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold.
Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz are creators and executive producers. Steve
Pearlman, David H. Goodman and Andrew Chambliss are also executive producers.
The series is produced by ABC Studios.
Guest starring are Keri Russell as Morgana,
Maggie Siff as Ethel, Joseph Fiennes as Davy Jones, Adam Croasdell as
Brennan, Kevin McNally as William Cormac, Bernard Curry as Liam Jones and Miriam
Margolyes as Arietta. “Blood, Sweat and Tears” was written by
David H. Goodman & Andrew Chambliss and directed by Alrick Riley.
Note:
this is a fake press release created solely for the purpose of this blog.
summary: Emma Swan has a stressful job and a demanding family, and sometimes she just needs to unwind. Killian Jones is always willing to help out when he gets a distress call.
Emma Swan nods a thanks when the
waitress places her order in front of her. Exhaling slowly, she can
already feel a bit of the tension dissolve and seep from her
shoulders, trickle out of her mind. She closes her eyes and blends
out the cacophony of sounds in the dimly lit bar. A vague whiff of
air brushing her skin and a familiar smell indicate that someone has
slipped into the booth beside her.
“Hello, beautiful,” says a low
accented voice.
With her eyes still closed, she smiles
and pushes one of the two tumblers over to the newcomer before she
finally turns to look at him. “Jones,” she greets back and
reaches for her own drink, “pleasure.”
He smirks. “That you can count on.”
She snorts a little laugh and raises
her glass to him. “I hope so.”
He tilts his head and touches his
tumbler to hers with a soft, clinking sound. They both take a sip,
and their stares lock across their glasses. Suddenly Emma finds the
temperature in the room has risen a few degrees; not that this is a
surprise to her – that’s what Killian Jones does. That’s why she’s
meeting him here regularly. She hums as the spiced dark rum warms her
throat, leaving that familiar sharp sweetness on her tongue. Raising
an eyebrow at her sound, he puts down his glass and slowly runs his
tongue across his full bottom lip, a move that’s always bound to glue
her gaze to his mouth, and he knows it.
“So,” he finally drawls, “how… urgent is it?” The minute pause and the emphasis on the word urgent charge the air between them. Emma feels a blush rise in
her cheeks and is very grateful for the dim lights.
A/N: Happy (Belated) Father’s Day to my favorite pirate daddy, Killian Jones!
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There’s a card with his name on it leaning against a gift bag on the nightstand when Killian wakes. It makes his brows knit together, makes him blink in sleepy confusion when he suddenly notes the sunlight just beginning to creep in through the thin curtains over the window on the adjacent wall. It’s early yet, but his internal clock knows that Hope will be up and fussing very soon. He sits up, turning his head to glance at Emma’s side of the bed. It’s habit, really, but that Emma’s side is devoid of her dreaming form is not.
She’s rarely been up before him since Hope began sleeping through the night, and he wonders briefly if perhaps their little one had simply been early to rise that morning and he’d just slept straight through her cries for attention, thus drawing Emma from their bed to see to her in his place. His eyes flit over to the baby monitor on the dresser, but Hope’s grumbling and Emma’s soft, soothing tone is nowhere to be heard over the speaker. There’s nothing out of sorts with the device from what he can see, the tiny green bulb in the corner is still lit up just as it was when he and Emma went to bed last night.
The sound in the doorway draws his attention then — floorboards creaking noisily beneath bare feet — and he is greeted by a sight that tugs on the corners of his lips as deeply as it does the strings of his heart: his wife, shuffling in through the threshold of their room with a baby on her hip and a tray of food carefully balanced on her arm.
“Happy Father’s Day,” she says in a singsong voice, eyes full of mirth and smile warm.
Guys…IDK if many people here have read my WIP A Thread Through the Labyrinth (FF, AO3), but @teamhook just made me the most amazing cover for it!! It’s fantastic artwork, isn’t it?
Thanks so much!
Lovely art! I’ll have to read the story! How have I missed it????
Emma Swan is a dedicated FBI agent getting over a bad breakup. When she and her
partner, Ruby Lucas, are forced to go undercover as contestants on a reality show, Emma
is forced to try and win the affections of Killian Jones, a man she despises. Killian Jones is a lost boy. Having recently been nicknamed the ‘Bad Boy of Boston,’ he’s
been living up to his moniker using women and rum to avoid dealing with his dark past.
When he’s forced to take the lead in a reality show, he encounters a gorgeous blonde who
turns his world upside down. Miss Congeniality meets The Bachelor
He had questions. So many of them, but as his fingers found the hemline of her shirt, his brain lost
the ability to form sentences. Instead, he was only able to string together a “bloody beautiful,” and
“need you now.”
Emma didn’t seem to be faring much better as her responses barely constituted as anything more
than sighs and moans. He’d ask her everything later. How she was there, how she found him,
what it meant for their future. But first, he’d make love to her like his life depended on it.
When she’d stepped close enough for him to make out her face, he was sure it had been a dream,
but she’d stepped even closer and he’d caught the scent of the perfume that was so decidedly her .
His ring still rested around her neck, just barely peeking out over the top of her dress. Dream or no
dream, he wanted her.
He leaned in and their lips met, tentatively at first, but soon they became a tangle of limbs and
mouths and tongues. Using his bad hand, he pulled her closer so that their bodies were pressed
together, competing for the same space. He let her form’s heat warm his cold, grieving heart. He
finally felt alive again.
Summary: Emma Swan tries to keep the witch thing on the down-low. But
when a handsome stranger discovers her secret and begs her to teach him
magic, Emma finds herself using her powers for good to try and save his
brother. ~9.6K. Rated T for language.
Here is the artwork I made for @shireness-says story, The Prickly Witch’s Guide to Magic. This fic is great, you guys. Lots of emotions. You can read the fic here on tumblr. or on AO3 at the links above.
based on @initiala‘s very simple Mermay prompt, “Look, I’m in this for more mermaid/merman smut,” which I am all too happy to oblige
Summary: Killian and Emma travel to Neverland to find the key ingredient to a spell…but find the wrong one first. and it turns out to be underwater sex pollen. And it hits Emma right in the face. There’s only one thing to be done after that.
Anything Emma had ever known about Neverland—real or fictional, preconceived or actually experienced—was turned on its head when she went below the surface of its waters, especially since she was able to see and breathe this time.
(“Still making us dive in after you, eh, Swan?” Killian had joked after they leapt off the railing of the Jolly Roger into the ocean.
“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” she joked back, but was glad that no one had to mount a rescue this time.)
She’d become so used to the relatively monochromatic Maine sea floor—its deep greens and blues, with the occasional brightly colored fish—that coming down here was like Dorothy waking up in Oz: fish and coral came in every color of the rainbow, the foliage was practically a glowing neon green, and even the water itself was a clearer, brighter blue, not unlike Killian’s eyes. Maybe all that time here rubbed off on him? she wondered.
The only reason they had agreed to travel back to this ridiculous realm—neither of them were really all that keen on it still, for many obvious reasons—was that it was the only place they could get the pollen of the divided lily, which was apparently a necessary ingredient in finally breaking the spell on the town line. And given that it only grew in the waters of Neverland, and she and Killian were the only ones adept at navigating underwater, they were the obvious choice for this little venture.
(“Won’t we draw the attraction of the mermaids here, though?” she asked as they started to strip down to their skivvies on the ship’s deck before they transformed, listing one of her many concerns.
“Perhaps, but they tend to congregate on the other side of the island; and given that they can’t quite drown either of us, they won’t have much interest.”
“I thought this place was supposed to run on happy thoughts, not morbid ones?”
“Really, Emma? Why do you insist on still believing what Barrie wrote, when you’ve spent far more time here than he ever did and you’re well aware of the disservice he did to my dashing self?”)
Even Killian had seemed overwhelmed at first, but eventually, they got to hunting. She’d seen a drawing of what they were looking for, but apparently, no one had ever taken a camera down here. But what she could remember was a white flower with what looked like a dark section in the middle of its petals.
As they searched, he pointed out various other fish and wildlife, usually commenting on how they tasted (“The giant shrimp are quite the delicacy, but the rainbow trout left some things to be desired.”). But no sign of the lily, and eventually, they reached the cusp of a dropoff.
“Do you think it might be down there?” she asked, peering into the deep blue oblivion.
“It’s Neverland and it’s rare magic; it’s most definitely hidden down there.”
Gripping Killian’s hand with one of hers and the magic satchel Regina lent her in the other (even though it was tied around her waist—can never be too safe here), they slowly swam over the edge and down.
Sure enough, growing on many rocky ledges jutting out from the stone wall of the dropoff, were a massive variety of lily-like flowering plants, drifting lazily in the current and in every color of the full spectrum of colors.
“It’s white, right?” she verified as she scanned the array while they swam over it.
“Aye; just be careful that you don’t—”
“Is that it?” she interrupted, a bright flash of white catching her eye. With a quick squeeze of his hand, she dove to where she saw it, nestled in with some red flowers. When she got close, she noted that it almost fit the drawing exactly: white, with a dark blue section dividing the petal. Well, this was easier than I thought it would be.
Too late, she heard Killian’s warning shout of, “No, Emma—not that one!” But she’d already grabbed it at the stem and pulled, releasing a shimmery, inky substance that she inadvertently inhaled.
Illustration for @alexandralyman‘s wonderful fic “Beyond the Horizon.” This is one of my favorite CS fanfics, and if there is anyone left who hasn’t read it (it’s insanely popular!), I highly recommend it. Thank you, Alex, for sharing your talent with all of us!
Here’s an excerpt from part four of my Captain Swan AU of the Tom Cruise/Nicole Kidman movie Far and Away. This is the chapter where they finally get to Oklahoma. You can read the rest here on
The tiny room at Granny’s was mostly dark with just the gentle glow of candlelight to see by. Killian stood in the far corner of the room, facing the curtain where Emma changed each morning and evening. He could see her intoxicating silhouette by the flickering candlelight, her head tilted back and her fingers combing through her hair. Killian’s heart pounded and his mouth went dry just as it always did.
But then Emma softly called his name, and he blinked in shocked surprise as she stepped from behind the curtain. His eyes drank in the sight of her body; every curve, every soft bit of her skin on full display. Her smile was gentle, yet without a hint of hesitance or shyness. She whispered his name again when she reached him, running her hand along the expanse of his chest, then looping her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her close, bending his head to press his lips against hers. The feel of her breasts pressed against his bare chest set every nerve ending in his body on fire as he pillaged her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him back just as fervently, her fingers carding through his hair. She tilted her head back as he trailed kisses down her neck and across her collar bone. His mouth found her breasts as he lowered her to the bed, and her fingers clutched his hair in a tight-fisted grip as she moaned his name.
“Jones!” a harsh voice ripped Killian from the pleasures of his dream. He jolted awake, completely disoriented to find himself suddenly in glaring light instead of the soft glow of candles. The heat he felt was no longer a throbbing simmer inside him, but one that baked his skin. Instead of Emma’s soft curves beneath his fingertips, he felt instead rocky soil. At his back, the rough bark of a tree rubbed him instead of the light scratches of Emma’s fingernails.
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