Short and sweet. With lots of fluff. Do you expect anything less from me?
They were a team.
Throughout their entire relationship this was a fact. And after all the years together, this fact still remained true. Most of all, he just enjoyed her presence. If her hand was free, he reached for it. If her body was close by, he wanting to wrap his arm around her. He wanted to breathe the same air as her. He realized this as he was reaching for her thigh on the passenger side of the car.
Over the years Killian Jones had become a remarkably good driver. Since having Hope, there had been times where she became fussy and Emma was the best at consoling her, Emma had also become a professional multi-tasker and there were times she pumped her breast milk while they were driving somewhere. But he grew to love driving more when Emma became too pregnant to drive, he loved being able to take care of her in that way. And when she couldn’t drive (and definitely didn’t want to) after giving birth to Hope, Killian had mastered the art of the road, even being able to drive with just his hook on the steering wheel.
Regina had created the curse in such a way that every realm was connected through two roads, which intertwined through each other. It was a miracle, really, how she was able to bring every fairytale character into the town of Storybrooke, but she did it. And their family would be together forever.
“That was beautiful, don’t you think?” Emma’s voice piped in through the sound of the wind rushing through the open windows in their now family friendly SUV. The yellow bug being retired to their driveway for the time being, but still used for Emma’s solo drives here and there. “Regina, I mean, the entire ceremony was beautiful.” Her hand fell over his, rubbing small circles over the callouses covering his fingers.
She heard Hope cooing from the back seat and she sighed with contentment. This was her life and she never imagined it would be, but here she was driving home with Captain Hook – the love of her life.
What a life.
“It sure was, Swan.” he chuckled, “It’ll be really wonderful to see where she leads this town,” he paused, smiling at her, “with incredible hope, I’m sure.” His eyes glanced back at Hope, from the baby mirror he installed on the car’s seat, sucking on her fingers and trying to kick the toys hanging from the top of the carrier.
It had been a life. It had been a life filled with incredible sorrow, but immense joy. It had been filled with regrets and mistakes, but some of the best choices of her life. It had been filled with family and friends. Killian. It had been filled with Killian Jones. The man who saw past her brokenness. The man who saw past her walls and desired to break every one of them. The man who waited for her heart to be ready for him. He was it. He was the reason she continued moving forward. Their future was worth every mistake, every battle, every sorrow. If only she could go back and tell her younger self not to worry, that she would have a true fairytale romance. Literally.
She looked out the window, passing a different castle every couple minutes. Her other hand found his arm and she was running her fingers up and down his skin. Reveling in the fact that he was real, and he was hers. All these years later and she was still surprised by the fact that they found each other.
Killian brought her hand to his lips, kissing the soft skin. He sighed, a smile creeping on his face, “I’m gonna love you forever, Swan,” he chuckled, “I’m sure of it.”
Emma laughed, still surprised each time he professed his love for her. The butterflies in her stomach had never gone away. “Killian,” her voice was soft, filled with emotions. “Thank you for this life I never thought I’d have,” she whispered.
He squeezed her hand, and together they rode through the different realms that were now all on the outskirts of Storybrooke. And she knew she could spend forever like that. Killian her shade tree in the summer, her shelter in the rain. She was thankful to continuing to be writing the pages in their story.
When Killian arrives in New York to find Emma Swan with her memories of fairytales and Storybrooke intact, he doesn’t realize his life is about to change forever – that is, until Emma introduces him to his daughter. (Roses in December companion piece)
A/N: Happy Birthday, @katie-dub! I have been so blessed to have gotten to know you over the course of being in fandom together. You are an exceptional woman: smart, funny, caring, and talented. So, of course, you got me to do something I never thought I’d do: write a companion to Roses in December from Killian’s POV. I do so hope you enjoy. And for all you readers, this aligns with the second chapter of RiD.
He tells her not a day goes by when he won’t think of her, and by the gods, he means it.
Killian’s thoughts are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. All-consuming. Dangerous. Whenever he sees a flash of blonde hair, for a second Killian believes it is her. Red will forever be associated with visions of her jacket and the flush of her cheeks. She invades his dreams. She’s a siren, one he would easily submit himself to his doom just to be closer to her.
He can’t be. Damn the curses. Damn the barriers between the worlds.
He plays the precious few memories he has with her in his head. Beanstalks and jungles, her lips moving against his own and fingers questing under clothes. “One-time thing,” that’s what she’d told him the first time, the second time. He has to believe it means something, the repetition of broken vows. She kissed him once, and then again, and she drove away with a whisper of “Good,” and Killian’s world has felt off-kilter since.
(Lies. It’s been off-kilter ever since she pulled him from the pile of bodies. He just hadn’t realized it then.)
She has no memory of him. He can’t get her out of his head, but he’s nothing to her. All of the people she loves, those he ran away from the moment he could, are nothing to her. Probably for the best, because Killian knows all too well the pain of being separated from loved ones (loved one, because he accepts now that he might actually love her), and wouldn’t wish that torment on her. Yes, it’s better she not remember him or her parents when there’s no hope of ever reuniting.
But then there’s a message and a curse he’s able to outrun, and a magic bean he’s able to barter for, and Killian Jones finds himself in a foreign land standing outside the door of the woman her loves. And when he knocks and she opens the door, he’s blown away not just by her beauty – gods, she’s beautiful – but also by the whisper of his name on her lips and the realization that Emma Swan remembers.
For the first time in a year, Killian Jones allows himself to hope.
They hardly get a moment to themselves and Emma’s sure her mother’s designed it this way – some sort of penance for what she walked in on this morning, but really that was Snow’s fault for not knocking when she knew exactly what sorts of things newly engaged couples like to, well, engage in. There’s this iconic Storybrooke building and that memorable spot and so much walking, walking, walking and Emma’s sort of not joking when she suggests they elope.
She wants this, a big wedding and her happy family, her happy beginning, but God if her parents start bickering one more time she’s going to scream.
“You know I’d elope with you in a heartbeat,” Killian says, gladly indulging in her need to tuck herself up against him in the big empty town hall while her parents excuse themselves to argue in private and Henry ducks into the hall to text Violet. Emma nods, shifting her head slightly so she can breath him in; he certainly doesn’t smell like he took a quick and bracing shower, in fact he still smells vaguely like sweat and sex and damn him if that isn’t doing things to her insides. “Just you and me, the lad as witness, the Jolly Roger…”
“A barrel of rum,” she agrees. “Though we’d have to drop Henry off before we honeymoon.”
“Aye. No use scarring the lad.”
“Not more than we already have.”
He chuckles and it vibrates up through his chest, rumbling in her ear and making her feel all gooey. What she wouldn’t give to just drag him back to the house… “I daresay the boy will want to spend less time with us in the coming weeks. Or months.”
Over the years @msgenevieve447 and I have collaborated on our stories/art after we tried our first one (Prison Break) and we had such a great time doing it! Seeing we’re on hiatus I thought I’d take a trip down memory lane and post our OUAT ones. They go from the mid S3 hiatus and so they’re a big mix of missing moment to wild straying from canon. Thanks for the fun as always msgen, and your beautiful words!
Oh and one more – Hush (picture in author’s notes)
Okay @msgenevieve447 isn’t doing fandom crescendo so I’m going over her head and reblogging this which has a sweet selection of her fics attatched. Only 2 days left of #OUAT fandom crescendo and then we get to see Captain Swan again for one final time ❤️
In honor of OUAT Fandom Crescendo here’s the first Captain Swan fic I ever wrote.
It’s a 37k word canon divergence story set (and written) after 3×11. It incorporates this moment from 3×12 location spoilers that was something JMo and Colin tested in the scene but never made the show:
It starts with a scene from the middle of the story, but then quickly flashes back 24 hours (in case you get confused.) Lots of characters make cameos, but I was very purposeful in creating a plot that put Emma and Killian alone and working together for the majority of the story.
It’s pretty light comedy/drama and tropes include road trip, hotel room sharing, mild hurt/comfort, tension/argument, Killian vs the modern world and of course a happy ending.
“THE FIFTH NEREID” – After confronting his
mother, Hook is ready to do whatever it takes to find the truth about his
family in what could lead to a striking clash with his biggest foe,
Rumplestiltskin. In Enchanted Forest flashbacks, Nereus and Doris make an
important decision regarding Calypso’s fate.
“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, Jared Harris as Nereus, Emilia
Fox as Doris/Witch, Alexander Vlahos as Nicholas, Alexandra Dowling as Isabella,
Brad Dourif as Zoso and Caroline Ford as Nimue.
Note:
this is a fake press release created solely for the purpose of this blog.
After seven years, Once Upon A Time is ending. It’s a new day ! However, I know that some people still want to read more adventures between Hook and Emma. This is why I wanted to share the cs fanfictions I read those last few years.
This list will contain more than 400 CS FF (with chapters, numbers of words, ratings and genre). It’s a tedious task but the show is ending and I wanted to give this list before the very end. I will published it before the final (May 18th)
HOW TO BE SURE TO HAVE THE LIST :
Contact me by mp or leave a comment. I will tag you in the post with the list. I already asked to some people if they wanted to be alert.
Of course, share this post, maybe one of yours followers will be interested. And if you have some favorites CS FF, contact me, I will put it on the list ! (if it’s not already here). If you are an author and you don’t want to be on the list, contact me too 🙂
In honor of Once coming to its conclusion, I will be posting my deleted scene fics here on tumblr leading up to the finale. There are 14 total, and they will be posted in chronological order. Each week leading up to the finale, I will post the scenes in a particular arc.
Summary: But the one thing that cuts deepest of all is the mirror that hangs on the other side of the chamber. This is Killian Jones true torture. Or how Killian went from a hero’s death to being tortured by Hades. Title and lyrics from song of the same name by needtobreathe.
Words: Almost 2,000
Rating: T
Episode: Swan Song through Labor of Love (contains dialogue from Labor of Love)
Trigger Warnings: Major Killian whump
I am a troubled mind, I am a calloused heart
A failing engine from driving way too hard
Trying way too hard
I pulled a thirty eight out of my bleeding heart
I killed my selfishness for bringing me this far
This far away from you
Oh, this is the way I wanna go down
This is the way I wanna go out
Killian Jones, sadly, has lied to Emma Swan before. Many times. It’s a fact that he wishes weren’t true. A fact that merely points to the depth of blackness in his soul. But this lie has to be the worst one he’s ever told her.
He lies and tells her it’s okay, nodding at her as she sobs, Excalibur clutched in her fist. The tears streaming down her face break his heart in two, and he wishes she didn’t have to do this. He thought about doing it himself, of holding the sword to his breast and falling upon it. But he feels the darkness throbbing just below the surface, and he knows he isn’t strong enough. It has to be her. So he lies.
He lies and lets her believe it won’t hurt him, that he isn’t afraid of steel slicing right through him. Lies as if he doesn’t mind dying. Not that he doesn’t know this is the right thing to do. But he wanted so much more. His heart breaks to think of all they wanted together and now will never have. Tries not to think of all the memories they will never make in that house he picked out for them.
He told her this day would come, that afternoon in that cabin in the woods. He warned her someday he would lose his happy ending. But now he lies as if he won’t miss it at all.
But then again, Killian Jones has never really been one for “shouldn’t”
He should have died centuries ago, been nothing but bones and dust long before she was even born. He should have despised her for her betrayal, leaving him chained like an animal at the top of that beanstalk with words that smarted far more than he cared to admit. He should have sailed off when he had the chance, with the magic bean in his hand and all the realms at his feet. He should have taken what he wanted like the pirate that he was, not ceded his hard-won ground to his rival and given up his pursuit, his pledge, his oath.
When I win your heart….
He shouldn’t have fallen in love with Emma Swan.
Her final kiss tastes of salt, from her tears or his (it’s both), her skin is warm and alive under his hand when he touches her cheek, her hair is the sunlight he’ll never see again, as bright as the break of dawn over the bow of the Jolly. Her love fills the empty space in his chest as she sought to fill it with her own heart, cleaved in two and offered without a moment’s hesitation.
I love you
He brushes his lips across her knuckles, a gesture he knows is old-fashioned by her standards, a remnant of another time and place. They shouldn’t have had this time at all, he is dead, he died by the hand he holds until she is pulled away from him at last and the light fades away.
She shouldn’t have come here at all, shouldn’t have risked herself for him….but she did.
His heart shouldn’t break when she’s gone…but it does.
A/N: This showed up on my dash and since you all know I am a helpless soul when it comes to Daddy Killian, I dropped everything to write about it:
My Love, I’m in Love With You
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They name her Eva Ruth, after Swan’s grandmothers. Eva Ruth Jones — 6 lbs, 8 oz, 21 inches long — born just a day after his birthday, arrived screeching like a bloody banshee after a rather intense (and nerve-wracking) 36-hour labor. She’s a thief straight away, steals his heart (much like her mother had) and makes him fall for her head over feet, the moment he sets his eyes on her squirming, pink, tiny form. Her hair is dark, lashes long, cheeks dimpled and she is utter perfection. When he holds her for the first time, right in the crook of his left elbow, his eyes full of unshed tears and chest aching fiercely, he thinks that he couldn’t possibly love her more than he does right then.
He’s wrong of course.
She surprises him when she’s five — a blue-eyed, blonde-haired (she’d outgrown the dark around age three) child full of adventure and sass (though he’ll swear to his grave that he has no clue where she could have gotten that particular trait from), who remains as stubborn as her mother. They’re baking cookies (well, placing Snow’s pre-rolled balls of chocolate chip dough on a metal sheet), when she gives him a very serious look from where she’s sitting beside him on a stool.
“Daddy?”
He keeps his smile to himself, doesn’t think she’ll appreciate the way he finds her so adorable with that wee furrow between her brows (the same way Emma’s get when she’s something on her mind).
“Aye, Cygnet?” He says the nickname with much affection.
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