#captain swan drabble

[enchantedlandcoffee]

Captain Swan drabble based on this prompt:

"Killian?!" Emma yelled as she ran into the town square, rain pouring down her face. "Killian, where are you?!" She turned around in a circle, scanning frantically as the blurry figures of her family came into view. Henry ran up to her, a solemn look on his face.

"Mom, it's Hook."

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Emma ran like her life depended on it, heart pounding in her ears as she reached the forest, pausing at the small gathering near a tall tree.

The group parted easily for her, revealing Killian propped up against the tree, his skin an ash white. Emma fell to her knees when she reached him, immediately cupping his face with one hand as she felt for a pulse with the other.

Nothing.

"Hook?" She whispered, tears forming in her eyes as the group around the two dispersed to give them privacy.

"Kiss him, mom," Henry whispered, having led her to the woods, "You've got to at least try."

Emma nodded and wiped a tear from her face before cupping Killian's face again and kissing him softly on the lips. She pulled away, keeping her eyes closed as she prayed for it to work.

A minute passed and there was no sign of life from the pirate, causing Emma to drop her head to Killian's shoulder, tears freely falling down her face.

"I'm sorry." She whispered over and over again, clasping his shirt in her hands.

"I'm not sure it worked, try again, love."

Her head flew up from its resting place, a look of disbelief on her face as the pirate grinned at her.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, love."

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Tagging @kmomof4 @cosette141 @jrob64 @stahlop

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 4 Rewatch Drabbles: 4x2 White Out

(Gif not mine. I couldn't find who to attribute it to. If you're the creator, let me know, and I'll credit you.)

Summary:  A series of 100-1000 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 4 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 662

Other Chapters: (1) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8)

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Emma had stopped shivering.  Surely that was a bad sign.  People who were dying of hypothermia stopped shivering, didn’t they? That, combined with the fact that the desire to go to sleep was overwhelming should have sent alarm bells going off in her head.

But she just didn’t even have the energy to care.  She watched dispassionately as Elsa found her magic and began to slowly open a hole in the wall.  

And then there they were, her father and her…well, whatever Killian was to her.  Her father looked concerned, of course, but Killian, Killian looked frantic, devastated, like his whole world was about to crumble.  He all but climbed into the ice wall himself to get to her.

A sudden warmth kindled inside her at the sight of him.  When had anyone, anyone ever looked at her like that?  Like she was their whole world?  Like losing her was the most terrifying thing he could even imagine?

And so, as soon as she was out, as soon as she was free, as soon as she was in his arms, she hugged him back, as fiercely as her depleted, frozen strength would allow.  

“You okay?” he murmured into her hair.

She nodded, too weak to voice a word.

Words had never been her strength anyway, so she used her actions instead. She cupped the back of his head–the same way her dad always did when he hugged her–pouring out all the reassurance and comfort she could muster.

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Killan’s heart gradually slowed to a normal rhythm.  She was here, alive, in his arms, hugging him and nodding in answer to his questions.  He felt the tears prickle the back of his eyes.

He’d been so afraid, so bloody terrified that he’d lost another woman he loved, and this time, he was sure he’d perish with her.  He couldn’t lose her; couldn’t.  It would more than devastate him. It would destroy him.

Her strength gave out and she sagged against him. In one quick swoop, he picked her up, one arm supporting her upper body and the other under her knees.  She was free from immediate danger, but she was still perilously cold.  He must get her to warmth, to safety.

And so he did.  He carried her to her father’s vessel, held her as Charming drove through the streets of Storybrooke, warm air pouring from the vents of the vehicle.  He carried her up to the loft, held her hand as her father and Elsa brought her a blanket, wrapped his arm around her..

When she laid her head on his shoulder and laced her fingers with his, he knew she’d accepted his comfort, knew she needed him as much as he needed her.

As her parents, her son and Elsa gradually went about their business, she turned to him.  “Hey,” she said.

“Hello, yourself,” he responded with a gentle smile, wrapping his arm around her again, and gently rubbing her shoulder.

“Thanks for saving me,” she said simply.

His smile grew more tender, and he planted a gentle kiss against her temple.  “It was Elsa who did that, love, and I suppose your father as well, as he was the one to talk her through it.”

“But you tried, you wanted to,” she countered.

“Aye,” he said.  “Always.”

Emma smiled up at him, raising a still weak and frigid hand to cup his cheek. She said nothing more for long moments, but he could see it all in her eyes. 

I’d save you too.  I care about you too.  I don’t know what I’d do without you either. It means everything to me that you’re here.

One day she’d say the words aloud, but for now, it was enough.  For now, she was safe and in his arms, and he was never letting her go again.

When she quietly, almost hesitantly asked him to stay with her that night, he didn’t even hesitate.

There was nowhere in the world he’d rather be.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[kazoosandfannypacks]

🍂 Fall Drabble Prompts

on top of all the other projects I'm working on, I thought it'd be fun to open my ask box to some fall drabble requests. Send me one of the following numbers and one of the tagged ships, and I'll write you a drabble! 🍂🥧🍄

pumpkin carving

apple picking

snuggle weather

fireplace

spiced apple cider

boo!

raking leaves

warm soup

corn maze

pumpkin spice

scary movies

wagon rides

costume party

spooky stories

candy corn

thanksgiving

fall carnival

sunflower fields

crisp autumn air

"isn't that my flannel?"

Feel free to reblog for future reference, or reblog and tag a few ships you'll write for if you'd like people to send you requests!

🌻 kazzy's fall drawing challenge🌾

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

#20 "isn't that my flannel?" for Captain Swan please, if you're up for it? :)

Isn't That My Flannel?

AO3

Summary: A ficlet about chilly mornings and borrowed coats.

This prompt is from the Fall Drabble Prompts List.

Tagging others who might enjoy: @anmylica, @deckerstarblanche, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4, @pirateswhore, @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert

Most of the clothing available in this realm left much to be desired after a lifetime of wearing the lightest linens, finest silks, and softest velvet a pirate could pilfer under the incomparable comfort of a well-worn leather duster but whatever made up this hideous coat that Killian lifted from Emma's car this morning was a surprising luxury. 

As he walked through the town on this brisk morning, thick with fog, the cosy warmth of something this lightweight had become a bit of a marvel. His duster weighed about the same as a half barrel of rum and seemed stiff in comparison. It almost made up for the brightly striped pattern with pockets set such that the pattern clashed with the rest of the coat. Perhaps he could find one in black or a deep blue. 

Breathing in the salty air and listening to the lap of water against the docked boats settled things in Killian he hadn’t known were unmoored. That feeling of belonging, of home, was exponentially multiplied when he caught sight of the gorgeous woman he was fortunate enough to call his wife. 

Emma narrowed her eyes and cocked her head at him as he approached, his boots heavy on the dock. Something flashed in her eyes for a moment, but she tucked it away before he could place it. She’d tell him when she was ready, she always did. 

"Hi, love," Killian greeted and held up the warm, spiced lattes to her. She smiled in appreciation before taking a sip from her cup. 

“You look,” she paused, a smile tugging at her lips, “cosy.”

“I stole it from your vessel, Swan,” Killian said defensively, but a blush crept over his cheeks. He knew this brightly coloured monstrosity was not his most flattering attire but surely it wasn’t so awful as to warrant her jesting. 

“Mmmhmm.” Emma returned to her drink as they fell into step, walking along the docks as the sun rose over the water in brilliant shades of reds and orange. 

“What was the emergency this morning?” Killian asked.

“The alarm at the school went off. We checked it out. Nothing was missing or damaged.” Emma shrugged. “It’s probably some kids getting ready for their class prank.” 

“Hmm, clever kids to get in without causing additional destruction.” 

Emma cut her eyes at him. “Do you think that I don’t know Henry can pick a lock? That you taught him?” 

“I am certain that I have no idea what you are talking about, love.” Killian smiled proudly, contradicting the innocence that laced his words. 

“Of course not,” Emma muttered. 

“As it happens, I do know Henry is innocent of this particular crime.”

“I know. Henry is getting the sheep.” 

“He told you?” 

“No. Dad did. Can you believe Henry asked him if he could borrow his sheep to fill the freshmen classrooms?” 

“Actually, I can,” Killian laughed, shaking his head. Sometimes it was difficult to imagine that Henry was the child of thieves and the step-child of a legendary pirate. “Granny should have her first batch of pastries baked by now. Let’s eat before you go back to the station.” 

“Ooh, yes.” Emma licked her lips at the thought of the fresh bear claw she was about to inhale. 

When they walked into Granny’s, David was already at the counter getting his morning takeaway before heading to the station himself. He turned when they walked in, smiling at them. But his smile faded into an expression somewhere between bewilderment and confusion, “Killian, isn’t that my flannel?” 

For the second time that morning, Killian felt his face heat as his cheeks burned red

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@killianjonesz THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK, LOVE!! I really hope it makes you smile. Let me know what you thought and feel free to ask for more. I don't know why this prompt SCREAMED silly at me, but it did.

[kanerallels]

I'd also love a CaptainSwan drabble based on All My Christmases by Jillian Edwards!

ADORABLE SONG I'D NEVER HEARD IT BEFORE okay now have a ficlet!

It was strange to actually have a holiday without waiting for some catastrophic disaster to come crashing down onto their heads. But for once, Christmas was here, and there were no immediate threats.

Well, other than what Killian and Henry were up to in the kitchen. Emma winced at the sound of a crash. Starting to get up from the couch, she called, “You two doing okay in there?”

“Fine!” they both called out at the same time. 

Killian stuck his head out of the kitchen a second later, catching her gaze. “Trust us, Swan. Just stay there, and we’ll be out with cookies in a heartbeat.”

Sitting back down, Emma said, “Alright, I trust you.”

The smile Killian gave her as he returned to his work was warm and sent a flutter through her heart. They’d been married for a little over two years now, but there wasn’t a day that passed where she wasn’t grateful. For him, for her happy beginning.

They had many more Christmases to come, and she was excited for each and every one of them.

[piraterefrigerator]

21st Century Man

For @kazoosandfannypacks

Shut Up And Dance for Captain Swan

Set in 3×21/3×22 (the time travel episodes)

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"Hook, you know I don't know how to dance"

"And you know I do"

"Yeah" Emma scoffed "I'm gonna look real princessy stepping on your feet every few seconds"

"I think I've got enough dancing know-how for the both of us"

"Look, I think we should just sit this out and–"

"Emma, would you shut up and dance with me?"

"What?"

"Just keep your eyes on me"

"Hook, are you quoting the song?"

"Perhaps"

"Look at you becoming a 21st century man" Emma chuckled

"I learned from the best"

[killianxswan]

yelling at me eventually works (thank you discord mutuals<3)

welcome to abby’s ongoing captain swan drabble series

(random, unbeta’d, unrelated, filthy)

majority smut with some whump in there, but feel free to send any type of requests/prompts/anything to my inbox ! i want to start posting more, and these come naturally to me, so i figured this could be good practice :))

as always comments/kudos (and requests!) much appreciated <3

[ram-bles]

The nicknames Daisuke gave from the drabble are so cute 😆 can we get more of those? What nicknames do you think he can come up with?

🌺 Daisuke's list of possible nicknames 🌺

We all know he's creative with these so there's probably a hell lot more but I think these are some that he could use?

Swansea

Boss

Swans

Swansir

Swanserino

Swanskibidi alpha or whatever the kids say these days

Jimmy

Honestly, the fandom treatment where he thinks of anything but his name lol.

Anya

Nyanya 🐾

In gyaruo fashion, Anyachyam/Anyacham

Curly

Bossman/Boss

Big C (for curly)/Big B (for boss) 👉👉

Captain/Cap/Capitano (yes, Swansea influence)

Mister Captain Sir

Sir

[forthechubbies]

Stowaway°One Piece Drabble I II

Zoro X Chubby!Reader

Your words were stolen from your lips as you were forcefully lifted onto the man's shoulders, your heart pounding with fear as you were carried towards the captain.

Your pathetic attempt seems to have no effect on the wretched creature. "Release me this instant!" "Filthy scum, remove your repulsive hands off me!" His monstrous grip held your feeble legs captive, restricting any chance of escape.

"Captain!" He bellowed, causing everyone to freeze in terror. "Stop!" A fiery lash scorched your backside. "You kick me again, and I swear to God-"

"What's the matter?" Luffy mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Then what's that slab of meat stuck to your cheek." Usopp murmured out of suspicion from his Captain.

"Ooh, looks like we've got ourselves a little stowaway," He purred, a sly grin spreading across his face. Zoro pulled you close, his strong arms wrapping around your body. "She's an imperial, and she's got the power to bring the whole damn navy down on us." His voice was low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine.

"Ouch..." you groaned, rolling your eyes at the agony shooting through your wrists from his death grip. "Oh, spare me the drama, darling. I swear, I have zero intentions of harming your precious little boat... or its oh-so-charming crew, especially the lovely brute who seems hell-bent on snapping my wrists like twigs." You emphasized the word "lovely" with a sarcastic smirk, even daring to wriggle free from his clutches.

It wasn't til two girls and a man appeared where things started to get interesting; Nami took the liberty of informing the uneducated of your bloodline...and your wealth.

Nami was the first person to realize the trouble their in. "Zoro, Let her go! Right now!"

"Yea!" Sanji added. " You heard,Nami Swan,Let her go, Block head." Sanji bellowed, unleashing a insult mocking his pathetic excuse for a love life and his habit of manhandling stunning women.

In response, Zoro shot back with a devilish grin, " They can barely catch their breath, let alone complain." His words oozed with a shocking confidence, leaving no doubt about his ability to satisfy any woman lucky enough to cross his path.

The flames of the dispute ignited swiftly, ensnaring you to be caught between two rugged men. They were nothing but wild beasts, you mused, as you pressed yourself closer against Zoro, feeling the intoxicating rush of danger coursing through your veins. The confrontation escalated, teetering on the edge of violence.

You skillfully maneuvered your way out of the treacherous territory, evading the watchful eyes of the two pirates. Just as you were about to catch your breath, a tantalizingly long rubber band coiled around your voluptuous waist, forcefully yanking you towards the captain's commanding presence.

A rapid realization hit you like a ton of bricks. It's his arm!

"Luffy, No!"

"Damn it, Luffy!"

"LUFFY!"

You heard some stuff before bumping into the captain's arms. But Luffy didn't seem to care much - "Are you a real princess?" His eyes twinkled as he hugged your soft toy-like body.

You stood there, utterly astounded by his mind-boggling talent. A gasp escaped your lips, mingling with a sense of horror that coursed through your veins. "What on earth are you?" you whispered, your curiosity piqued to its very limits. And then, with an audacity that defied all reason, you reached out and pinched his cheeks, unraveling his skin stretched like mochi. "Oh my goodness... You're a rubber man?" It seemed utterly and completely... impossible.

Luffy giggled and pulled his arms back to his sides. "Hey, I asked you something first, so you gotta wait for my answer!"

You nervously cleared your trembling throat, a feeble attempt to steady your quivering voice. "Y-yes," you stammered, desperately trying to adjust your disheveled nightgown, hoping to salvage even a shred of regal composure that remained. "Tell me, do you truly bear the mark of a pirate?"

Fearlessly, He smiles. "I'm gonna be the pirate king."

Of course , you don't believe him but that light in his eyes showed his determination.

Pirates are real? The maids often would fill your brain with these nightmare inducing stories of cut throat pirates slaughtering anyone in their way.

Trembling with terror, you couldn't bear to stay put any longer. Without a second thought, you darted further into the ship, seeking refuge behind a sturdy, locked wooden door.

[icarustypicalfall]

MASTERPOST

updated: 17/06/2024

AO3 ACCOUNT AVAILABLE NOW

feel free to like and reblog :)

ily <3

-faith ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

inquisitore's letter <3

mutuals 🫶🏻

Useful stuff

♡ how to make a masterpost

♡ shame blocks growth

♡ how to study effectively

RESIDENT EVIL

leon Kennedy

♡ Exciting don't you think? 🧸

CALL OF DUTY

Headcanons

♡ tf141+ vacqueros using their phones 💗

♡ helping you through a meltdown of adhd\autism 🩹🧸

♡ A day in the mall 💗

Funny gc\texts\tweets\pics

group chats

♡ a sane tf141 group chat - funny

♡ Phillip graves birthday p1 , p2

medic reader x cod men

part 1 , part 2 , part3 , part 4

part 5

COD MEN ON TWITTER?!

♡ Alejandro's twitter struggle

♡ be a meanie day

♡ phil is back??!!

♡ ghost don't..

Drabbles\ short fics

(usually really short thoughts or fics that pop in my head)

♡ rudy being possessive 🧸💗

♡ captain price(awarenesses month)🩹

♡ Alejandro caught you..?💗

♡ rudy my beloved 🧸

♡ mi amor? 💗

♡ meow graves :3

♡ space song: rudy comfort 🩹💧💗

♡ my love mine all mine 🧸🩹

♡ right now 💗💧

♡ nothing is gonna hurt you baby 🩹

Requests

(here I might not include all the cod men due to the time and request)

♡ asking to move in with them 💗

♡ cod men defending reader who got brothered by other soldiers 🛑🩹💗

Fics

Alejandro Vargas ᵕ̈

♡ woe 🛑💧

♡ high infidelity 🛑💧 part 2

♡ cara mia (gomez x morticia)💗🧸

♡ lapse of soul 🛑💧🩹🧸

♡ December 🩹🧸💗

♡ go to sleep

♡ gloria

Captain Price ᵕ̈

♡ you are home 💗🩹

Phillip Graves ᵕ̈

♡ little dove 🩹💧

♡ hallway 💧🩹💗

♡ sweet Cherry wine 💧🩹

♡ Commander's last love: masterlist

chapter 1 💗

chapter 2 💗

chapter 3

chapter 4 💧

chapter 5

chapter 6

Rudy Parra ᵕ̈

♡ holding on to heart ache 🛑💧

PART 2 🩹💗

♡ little crab - fall4rudy 🩹💗🧸

♡ rear view 🧸💗

♡ There you are 💗🩹

♡ Arodr 💗🧸🩹

♡ amor maldectuim 💗🧸🧸🧸

König ᵕ̈

♡ reminiscence 💧🩹💗🛑

♡ mond

Johnny Soap Mactavish ᵕ̈

♡ midnights 💗

Kyle Gaz Garrick ᵕ̈

♡ swan lake 💗🩹🧸

Simon Ghost Riley ᵕ̈

♡ dangerously yours 💗

♡ like a star 💗

♡ diamond 💗

♡ he'd fall harder 💗

Alex Keller ᵕ̈

♡ douceur : alex keller challenge 💗

[cssns]

CSSNS23 IS A GO!!!!!

Alright y’all!!!! Get ready!!!! Sounds like there’s still PLENTY of interest in another year of the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer!!! I have to admit, I’m AMAZED AND SOOOOOO EXCITED!!!! 

THANK Y’ALL SO MUCH!!!!!

So here are the deets...

Sign ups will be open from February 20- March 1.

Get To Know Me’s will start dropping in late April or early May.

Posting Dates will be in July, stretching into August if needed.

For those new shipmates not familiar with the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer, this is an event I created back in 2018 to address the woeful lack of Werewolf Killian fics. And we have succeeded many times over!!! The event is open to everyone. The only requirement is the fic or artwork has to be CS focused and supernatural in nature. In past years we’ve had werewolf, vampire, fae, selkie, soulmate, shapeshifter, witch, ghost, and many, many others!! 

All of the past years fics can be found on ao3 here.

Any fic length is fine, from a 100 word Drabble to a 250,000 word epic MC. Any rating is fine. Any type of artwork is fine, from using traditional mediums of paint and drawing, to digital artwork to videos to gifs. Artists can elect to do their own original artwork and/or they can be paired with a fic writer to do artwork for the fic being written. And we certainly hope to have enough artists sign up that we can pair every author with an artist that wants to be paired. So please! SPREAD THE WORD!!!

Signups open a week from tomorrow, and this post will be reblogged daily on this blog as well as this years mods’ blogs in order for the most people to see the announcement!!

Any questions, you can leave an ask here, or get in touch with me or one of our other mods- @kmomof4​ @winterbaby89​ @jrob64​ @ultraluckycatnd​ @stahlop​ - either on Tumblr or discord.

Come join us!!! It’s gonna be another great SUPERNATURAL SUMMER!!!!

Tagging all former participants to help spread the word!!! Under the cut unless Tumblr ate it.

@kymbersmith-90 @hollyethecurious @hookedonapirate @searchingwardrobes @emmaswanchoosesyou @justbecauseyoubelievesomething @shireness-says @the-corsair-and-her-quill @youre-not-a-cat-youre-a-rat @everlastingcaptainswan @resident-of-storybrooke @donteattheappleshook @artistic-writer @winterbythesea @awkwardnessandbaseball  @branlovestowrite​ @natascha-remi-ronin @distant-rose @pirateherokillian @flipperbrain @snidgetsafan @thejollyroger-writer @seriouslyhooked @doodlelolly0910 @courtorderedcake @delightfully-difficult-pirate @nerdyhuntress @rouhn @drowned-dreamer @stubble-sandwich @its-imperator-furiosa @technicallysizzlingcloud @spartanguard  @captainstudmuffin @andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist @wordsmith-storyweaver @snowbellewells @initiala @ilovemesomekillianjones @jarienn972 @coaldustcanary @gingerchangeling @blessed-but-distressed @mahstatins @jennifer-morrison @polarbearmorgan @teamhook @totheendoftheworldortime @stubble-sandwich @winterbaby89 @lenfaz @yayimallamaagain @tehgreeneyes​ @cocohook38 @eastwesthomeisbest​  @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 @forestiyari @abeylin1982 @shipsxahoy @seastarved​ @wingedlioness @the-irish-mayhem @katie-dub @shady-swan-jones @bleebug​ @blackwidownat2814​ @darkcolinodonorgasm @djlbg​ @emeraldwitches @faerytold @huffleporg @idristardis @lassluna @let-it-raines​ @lizzyc807shipscaptainswan @wistfulcynic​ @thislassishooked @ultraluckycatnd @welllpthisishappening​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose @wyntereyez​ @demisexualemmaswan​ @imlaxdris71​ @ohmightydevviepuu​ @shardminds​ @thisonesatellite​ @stahlop​ @lovelivingmydreams​ @iamstartraveller776​ @goforlaunchcee​ @carpedzem​ @mariakov81​ @clockadile​ @eirabach​ @thesschesthair​ @tornadoamy​ @justanother-unluckysoul​ @killianjones-twopointoh​ @veryverynotgoodwrites​ @everything-person​ @myfearless-love​ @zaharadessert​ @deckerstarblanche​ @killiansprincss​ @wefoundloveunderthelight​ @th3capta1n​ @sotangledupinit​ @grimmswan​ @motherkatereloyshipper​ @mie779​ @o-wild-west-wind​ @whatevenisthisbloganymore​ @romanceapologist​ @undercaffinatednightmare​ @tintedfl0wers​ @tennant-the-tigger​ @piinfeathers​ @freechoicedreamer​ @purplehawkcaptain​ @jonesfandomfanatic​ @jrob64​ 

[enchantedlandcoffee]

captain swan / even if they’re enemies to lovers, them being ‘close’ so everyone doubts it

Emma shivered slightly as she stood outside Granny's diner, her knitted jumper doing little to protect her from the cold. She berated her past self for leaving her red jacket in the washer the night before, knowing full well Henry would end up being late. As she rubbed her arms in an attempt to get warm, she sensed a presence behind her before a warm weight was draped across her shoulders. She instinctively reached up to grab it, feeling the smooth leather of a leather jacket under her fingers as she turned to face the owner of the jacket, a frown immediately gracing her face.

"Nice to see you too, Swan." Killian scoffed fondly, wrapping an arm around the blonde and pulling her close, "I'm surprised to see you're not wearing your own leather jacket."

"I spilled hot chocolate on it yesterday," Emma grumbled, attempting to subtly move closer to the pirate, "and then forgot to wash it."

Killian chuckled and wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her into a bear hug.

"I feel like this is a sign to buy more jackets." She commented, resting her head on Killain’s chest before wrinkling her nose. “You smell like the sea.”

“I am a pirate, love.” Killian answered bemused, slowly rubbing a hand down her back to warm her up, “And considering that your lack of warm clothing choices led to you hugging me in public, I’m heavily against the new jackets idea.”

Before Emma could protest or come up with an insult, the sound of footsteps broke them out of their bubble.

“Mom, I’m sorry I’m- Killian?” Henry called, stopping in his tracks as he surveyed the couple frozen in their embrace,

“Henry! Um-” Emma started, untangling herself from Killian’s embrace and grabbing his jacket before it fell off her shoulders. “We were just- Killian and I-”

At the panicked look Emma sent his way, Killian stepped in quickly: “Your mom left her jacket at home and I thought I’d stop her from freezing.”

Henry looked between the two before turning a questioning stare to Emma. 

“Why didn’t you just wait in the diner?”

send me prompts

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 4 Rewatch Drabbles: 4x6 Family Business

Summary:  A series of 100-1000 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 4 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 470

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (7) (8)

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Emma remembered the time the group home had taken them to a playground and she’d ridden the merry-go-round.  One of the older boys had spun it faster and faster while she and the other children on it had laughed and shrieked with delight.

When the merry-go-round stopped, however, and she’d stepped off, her head spun, and the ground beneath her feet seemed to shift around her.  She’d tried to take a step, but had promptly fallen to the ground, entirely disoriented. The older children had laughed at her as she struggled back to her feet and began crying.

Sitting on the fallen log, peering down at the folder they’d found in Ingrid’s ice cream truck, she felt the same sensation.

She paged through old report cards, essays and tests she’d aced, homemade greeting cards, little awards and certificates from school, even a letter she’d written to Ingrid detailing moments and events she couldn’t recall.

These were the kind of mementos she’d been keeping ever since Henry had found her in New York.  Every little victory, every achievement, every picture he’d drawn her, every little “Best mom ever!” card he’d written in his big, inexperienced ten year old handwriting.  These were the kinds of things a mom kept when she loved her kid.

What was going on here?

How did one lose an entire segment of her memory?

Was this how her parents and everyone else had felt during the curse?  Could she have been under a memory spell?  How could that have worked in the Land Without Magic?

Emma massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on, a slight tinge of nausea–again, feelings akin to what she’d experienced after her merry-go-round adventure.  This–none of it–made any sense!

She thought hard.  Judging by the items in the folder she’d been, what?  Thirteen?  Fourteen?  What had she been doing during those years?

The more she thought, the fuzzier it all got.  She couldn’t remember a single thing from that time in her life.  How could it be nothing but an absolute blank?

Her heart rate soared and her breathing quickened as she felt the panic setting in.  This uncertainty, this loss of control, this feeling of not even remembering her own life was terrifying.

She heard footsteps, and she saw Killian walking toward her, a gentle smile on his lips and sympathy in his eyes.

Suddenly her breathing evened out.  He centered her.  Whatever was going on; whatever was causing all of this, they’d figure it out. Together.  He had her back; she knew that as well as she knew her own name.  He’d help hold her together even if the rest of the world spun into chaos around them.

Yes, this situation reminded her of the merry-go-round, but this time, there was a very big difference.

She was no longer alone.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[kazoosandfannypacks]

This Town (captain swan drabble)

requested by @kanerallels

The faint pink rose in Emma's hand stood in stark contrast to her black leather, its scent reminding her of that horseback ride across Camelot, the pirate who held her hand in a field full of roses and purged all the demons from her mind.

This time, she wouldn't fail to do the same for him. She had a second chance to make things right, to get to him before the darkness did, to save the man she loved from himself. She whispered to the rose, to herself, to everyone and no one:

"I'll never stop fighting for us, Killian."

(a/n and tags under the cut)

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[thesschesthair]

Shipnotized.

Little S3a drabble - no curse AU - just something that came to me after years of nothing lol.

It wasn’t long after their return from Neverland for things to get back to normal. 

The town still walked on tenterhooks, unsure if the danger was truly gone or if they could believe that it was safe for them to continue with life.

Emma would visit the Jolly Roger once or twice a week in the evening, surprising Hook with her presence. It was always the evening; after dinner but before it was time to say goodnight to Henry.

It started with just small talk and a continuation of the flirting that he had thought was long forgotten in the Neverland jungle. 

By the fourth visit, she was pessing him against the captain’s desk and claiming his lips with her own.

It became their little secret.

By day, they’d exchange pleasantries in the presence of others; the barest smile exchanging a promise for later that only they would know. 

By night, they’d embrace in the secluded comfort of his quarters. She’d yet to go further than heated kisses and he never pushed; aware that the next step of physical intimacy would make their secret liaison too real. She wasn’t ready yet… and he wasn’t sure he was ready to face reality either. 

He teased her once about wanting the comfort of his bed rather than the comfort of him… she smirked as he placed kisses down her neck, and mused that maybe she was just ‘shipnotized’.

His confused look at her pun made her laugh. 

He liked the word.

As weeks turned to months, the visits began to last longer. Their glances and smiles when in town became more frequent.

The need to sneak around and keep their rendezvous a secret soon started to weaken.

People noticed… no one commented.

He’s asked to meet her at the station one afternoon; a lost boy causing trouble in town was being held in the brig and she wants him to talk sense to the boy.

She’s there alone and thumbing through a file when he arrives.

“I let the kid go.” she tells him, insisting the boy has promised to stay out of trouble.

He smirks and moves closer, not believing a word she says.

“How convenient, Swan. Well…. Now we’ve got the place to ourselves…”

She smiles and tugs his hook towards her.

“It’s funny,” he ponders out loud as Emma breaks away from his mouth, “this time, we couldn’t be farther from the Jolly Roger, love… are you sure you’re only ‘shipnotized’, Swan?”

She places a hand on his cheek. 

All light teasing leaves the room as she takes him in. Her eyes bore into his as she slowly beams at him with something much more than teasing, “I guess not.”

She reaches down to entwine her hand with his as she leads him towards the exit.

“Shall we go get dinner?”

He gives her a soft, reassuring kiss.

She’s making them real. 

She’s ready.

“Aye, love. Sounds smashing.”

He follows her as they head out….

Together. 

[beth-purcell]

Mild drabble trying to flesh out ideas for my take on Neverland when I eventually get there plot wise haha

Basic gist: Smee plays reluctant doctor and voice of reason to a Lost Boy.

“Please Mr. Smee, I never ask for anything!” As much as the older man wanted to snark that there was a reason his home was not among his crew mates on the Jolly Roger, judging from the little boy's expression, his snark would be taken at face value and nothing would be done. Instead, he sighed softly and knelt down.

“Alright, let me take a look at her.” The Lost Boy carefully held up the bird, struggling to keep it together, as Smee checked over the animal. After a few moments, Smee let out a small sigh. “Now, I'm not exactly one for knowing all there is to know about birds, but she looks to just have had the wind knocked out of her. Once she has a few moments to recoup, she'll be alright,” The boy nodded quickly, holding the bird protectively. “Another one of your games go wrong?” 

“No Mr. Smee, Nibs and I were scouting when I spotted her not moving in the water and I had to help her! Nibs said he'd keep an eye out on things while I went to you for help…” Smee nodded slowly.

“I see…You do have a penchant for the birds here on the island…” The boy nodded, sitting next to the pirate, careful to not jostle the swan. 

“They like me quite a bit…” He agreed, though unsure. “I don't why…”

“Well, you're far calmer than any of the other boys when you're flying around.” Smee noted. “And that's when you're actually going through the shenanigans, Tootles,”

“I suppose you're right…I do quite miss a lot of the excitement, but that's ok!” The boy smiled brightly. “That just means everyone gets to tell me stories, just like Peter!” Smee nodded slowly.

“That's certainly a way to look at it.” He noted. “Stories are usually a delight after all,” 

“When are they not?”

“Ghost stories. Tragedies.” Tootles nodded slowly, though he clearly didn't have a clue. “I wouldn't worry about it; I doubt Peter knows what those mean anyways, and you know how he is about things he doesn't know.” Tootles nodded, his face falling.

“Yeah…” Smee studied the boy curiously.

“Did something happen recently?” Tootles looked away sheepishly, the swan leaning against the boy to try and comfort him as best she could. “Hey, if you want this to be a secret, it can be done; it's not like Peter would believe me…”

“I know, I know….” Tootles let out a sigh after a few moments. “I-I think I remembered seeing my father and someone my age with me…”

“A sibling perhaps?” The boy shrugged sheepishly. “Well, I can see why you don’t want Peter to know; he does not like the idea of fathers…”

“Yeah, and he seemed very nice!” Tootles exclaimed. “W-We were out near a lake and I-I don’t really remember a lot about what happened…” He trailed off, making sure the swan was alright, gently petting the feathers as the swan gave the pirate a look, as if to warn what saying the wrong thing would entail. Smee sighed softly.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with trying to remember, especially if it’s something nice,” 

“...but what if Peter finds out and gets mad?”

“Well, then I suppose you’ll be banished for sometime, at least until he forgets, cause he is rather forgetful.” Tootles didn’t look very convinced. “And in the meantime, the captain will find out and go ‘Such terrible form!’ and what not,” Tootles snickered at the impression of Captain Hook as Smee offered a smile. “And as it would proper form, you’d be allowed two nights on the ship, and then on the third, you’d be asked if you wanted to join the crew.”

“What if I don’t want to be a pirate?”

“Then the captain will be a tad dramatic about it, but it isn’t good form to try and force someone into piracy and the captain is always on about good form, so he’ll ask you what you want to do.” Tootles made a face, clearly thinking.

“But he’s going to want to kill Peter…”

“He can put a pin in it for a moment or two.” Smee leaned in slightly. “He’s a particular individual, and he can’t handle not doing things by proper form, so he can pause on finishing off Peter.” Smee was paused for a moment. “And he knows that he’s got to set an example for the crew or else he’ll never hear the end of it.” Tootles was quiet for a few moments before nodding slowly.

“I guess you’re right…” The swan made a small sound and shimmied itself out of the boy’s arms, shaking out her wings. “Oh! She’s ok! She’s ok!” Smee couldn’t help but smile at the scene as Tootles jumped to his feet, leaping in excitement at the situation. “Thank you, Mr. Smee! Thank you!” Before the man could respond back, the boy and the swan flew off, clearly wanting to go find Nibs and the others, leaving Smee to himself. The man chuckled softly, watching the boy leave before pushing himself up to his feet, making note of the owl that had been observing them the entire time before making his way back to his houseboat.