#defending captainswan

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I actually started reading this going “Ok, this is fine. I get it. I didn’t start shipping CaptainSwan either until I saw the change beginning in Killian Jones. And they acknowledge Regina is a villain like Hook is.”

However, I ended up going “oh, there it is, there’s the delusion!” And things went downhill from there!

“Because EMMA is my favourite character and i ship her with who ever makes her happiest. Right now that means i am most definitely anti captain swan and pro swan queen.”

But there was never a moment when Regina made Emma happier. In fact, there is not one scene of them being happy together because they are together (friendship wise- this doesn't even exist). Henry, Snow, David and Killian have all made Emma happy. There's more evidence of Emma being happy in her friendship with Elsa than Regina.

Regina was busy treating Emma like complete garbage all of Season 4 and even into Season 5. Which if you want to fanon up a happy SQ friendship … be my guest… but don’t pretend like this isn’t a bias showing through. Because it’s just canonically incorrect.

Killian Jones makes her the happiest.

“Why wouldnt i ship my favourite character with the woman knew Emma’s biggest regret was leaving henry and worked to make sure that regret never happened? Why wouldn’t i ship my favourite character with the woman who gave her the life she always wanted?”

If we’re acknowledging that their friendship has taken a turn at this point (canonically we're told this, I disagree with how it was written but it is canon) and we’re not calling S1-2 abuse signs of true love… OK we can be friends.

I disagree that Regina is doing any of this for Emma but I can acknowledge that this person’s perspective on this scene is legitimate.

I personally believe it was all for Henry and Regina loved self-pity so she got to turn herself into a victim (just look how she makes everything about her, the S3 curse, losing Henry her pain was worse, her struggles are worse even though Emma was literally cursed with darkness, Emma's death visions were about her etc etc). Or maybe it just rubs me the wrong way because she can’t for one second recognize that she’s the reason Snow is separated from her daughter AGAIN and the show just completely destroyed Henry’s character by having him say everyone was better off cursed if it meant Regina wasn’t hurting.

Also, pretty sure everyone, including Killian, knows that giving up Henry is Emma’s biggest regret. This isn’t rocket science or something that’s special to Regina.

“Why wouldn’t i ship my favourite character with the woman who gave her her happy ending?”

Except she didn't actually succeed. Emma was miserable and about to marry a monkey.

“How dare i ship my favourite character with this person. I obviously hate emma swan so much. How dare i ship emma with someone who constantly saves her, believes in her and is literally in hell for her? “

That is canonically not true. Regina doesn’t believe in Emma. Unless it's convenient for her to say so because she wants something. They use the scene where Regina wants Emma to save Robin from the wraith as an example but they leave off the part where Regina accuses Emma of being the cause.

And I would argue Regina isn’t in hell for Emma. Regina disappeared on Emma to save a horse and have a family reunion. She was there because all the real heroes were there. But again, if that’s the way you want to look at it fine.

But let’s not pretend that Killian Jones hasn’t done even more for Emma and it was because he truly loves her. He was the only one to never lose faith in her. And. He wasn’t doing it for hero status or for anyone else but Emma and her family.

This is also kind of a straw man argument on the part of Swen because the real issue is…. why would you ship Emma with a woman that constantly belittles her, puts her down, refuses to follow her lead… etc etc NEVER MIND all of the reasons that Regina is the reason Emma’s family was torn apart… a reason that Regina doesn’t regret.

The above post is specific to how they follow Emma's lead but you can find so much more information in my Regina Vs Killian and how they treat Emma series.

“Instead i should ship her with a man who has tried to kill emma just as many times - the last time being like 4 episodes ago???”

No, you don’t have to. But while you claim “just four episodes ago” there is an issue here because there’s a big detail being left out: Killian was consumed by darkness. Regina never was.

This blog owner refuses to accept this detail but more on that below.

Also, correction: Regina has still tried to kill Emma and her family more times than any other character. Killian, when consumed by darkness, was a conduit for the dark ones so he's actually never tried to kill Emma and her family. That is not something he would ever want. He does too much to help Emma stay with her parents for this to even be a thing so it's obvious this is all the darkness' doing. Regina tried multiple times before Emma was born, as she was being born, before the first curse is broken in S1 (Emma's brakes, framing Snow, the apple, the tart) and after the curse (teaming up with Cora, the well, the kill switch).

"Regina wasn’t responsible for Neal leaving emma in prison - that was August and Neal.”

No one disputes this? No one blames Regina for this. Granted, Regina’s decision to cast the curse put all of these character’s in these situations but the choices they make are their own.

“Regina wasn’t responsible for the mess between Lily and Emma - that was Snow and Charming’”

This is a swing and a miss. This isn’t anyone’s fault but Lily and Emma’s. Emma has her own agency (as much as any character can have). She’s responsible for her choices and her actions. Not really sure why this is a big deal though. This is typical growing up behavior. I've never used this as a weapon against SwanQueen because it just doesn't hold water. IMHO. There's stronger arguments against the friendship than this... like why are we discussing this point right now?

Oh because they need to point fingers away from Regina and onto anyone else just like their queen does. Can't have Regina taking responsibility for her decisions!

"Regina wasn’t responsible for August leaving Emma in the foster home - that was August (and i know he was a child but still)"

I’d argue this one is a little more grey because neither child would be there if not for Regina’s curse or those that conspired to get August into the tree thus preventing Snow from going…. but August is just a child. This is not his fault either. So I don’t think it’s fair. I don’t think this specific thing is Regina’s fault… what is Regina’s fault is the Charming family being torn apart.

“Regina cast a curse but it was Snow and Charming that put emma in the wardrobe - not Regina”

And here it is! The Regina Apologist in this Swen has arisen!

No, luv, it is still Regina’s fault. The Charmings had no choice because Regina didn’t give them a choice. Regina would’ve killed Emma and everyone would’ve been cursed for eternity.

“Remember this? It’s rumple being taunted by your precious Killian. See because of situations like these, where rumple was so powerless against other people - other men like Hook - that he takes  power wherever he can. Enter the dark one”

Sorry, luv, but no one forced Regina to cast the curse. She chose to do it. Her actions caused it. Therefore she is responsible for the curse.

"So let’s summarise - If killian hadnt made rumple feel so powerless, rumple wouldnt have become the dark one, wouldnt have lost his son,.."

We don’t know that for sure. And I disagree. Even if Killian hadn’t come along, Milah was destined to leave her coward of a husband who had shamed his family. Her unhappiness was there long before she met Killian. So I believe all of this still could’ve happened with or without Killian. I mean the reason Rumple took on the darkness was to save his son from the Ogre Wars. Last I checked, Killian didn’t cause those!

And even so Regina still chose to cast the curse. Therefore, she is responsible for her role that she played in it. Now is Rumple also culpable? Sure. He helped her, after all. But who’s out there saying that Rumple is a better choice for Emma? There’s probably like one person. So Rumple sharing in part of the blame is kind of irrelevant to the topic.

"Last person who tried to kill Emma’s family - Killian.  And before you say Gold isnt family - yes he is because quite literally in the next episode emma says “You’re henry’s grandfather. Like it or not that makes us family”

Correction: at the time this blog was written the last person to try and kill Emma’s family was the Dark Ones.

And this person is seriously trying to use a line from S2 to justify this when Gold has betrayed them multiple times since including the end of S5 and S6? Yes, Emma says this as justification for helping him during S2. After all, family means a lot to Emma and I think she was trying to help Gold turn a page.

But let’s not pretend that any of them had any real affection for Gold after his multiple betrayals. Emma was ready to take him down in S5 and S6 when he stood in the way of her true love. So. That argument is so disingenuous. It's a perfect example of reaching so far you make a fool out of yourself.

And technically Gold is the last person to have tried to kill Emma’s family by the end of the series. This blog was written prior to the ending of S5 so I’ll let this slide.

"And Hook being the dark one does count as the only thing that can control a dark one is excalibur/dagger and Hook was not being controlled by anyone. This was most definetely hook being an ass and nothing else."

And here comes the Regina Apologist again trying to deny the dark curse. It was not “Hook being an ass and nothing else” like please do not pretend like we didn’t see a complete change in him when the darkness took over! Because we did.

Also, Season 5 tells us repeatedly that those cursed with the darkness become someone else entirely. I've already covered this here:

And this one goes even further into how the darkness controlled even Emma for a hot second:

So the fact that they refuse to accept or acknowledge canon is why we can’t be friends. Because they use their fanon and complete disregard for canon as a weapon against us.

If they had just stuck to saying "yeah I ship Emma and Regina post S3 because Regina is on Team Hero now" and said nothing else... we wouldn't be here right now.

" - is the reason for emma’s darkness" (aka her saving Killian)

Not by any fault of his own. He begged her not to!

It was Regina Mills that begged Emma to risk becoming a full on dark one to save her handbag!

See, I don't know how you can ship SwanQueen when Regina is clearly willing to sacrifice Emma for her handbag and Emma is clearly fighting for her true love Killian Jones... and it's Killian Jones putting Emma first while Regina is still thinking of only herself.

"Pretty sure Regina’s been the one fighting for Emma’s light harder than anyone"

Incorrect! Evidence is in how they each treated Dark Swan and how they treated the Dagger.

It was Killian that faced the Wicked Witch to get to Emma. It was Killian that believed in her enough not to control her with the dagger. It was Killian that helped Emma light the flame. It was Killian that ultimately fought the darkness and restored Emma’s light.

"is awful to emma’s son?"

Killian: "Riveting tale, Snow likes oatmeal. Is my morning breakfast in there too? Henry I thought you were gonna use your author powers to get us to defeat Hades."

And there we have it. Ignoring S1-2 and picking ONE LINE out to try and say Killian was awful to Henry. Oh you would not win this argument with me, luv. You would lose and lose horribly.

Regina Mills abused Henry for the first ten years of his life and was not that great of a mother in later seasons either. That alone trumps one frustrated line from Killian Jones who was worried for everyone's safety when they'd all come there to help save him.

And even with the first ten years of abuse, we have these present day moments where Regina was just awful to Henry:

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A Wedding to Remember Ch. 6 Home Truths Realized

We are back with the longest chapter in the fic, as well as where we earn our rating! If smut isn't your thing, stop reading at the double scene change line and resume reading at the same. I hope you enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think! Thank you again to @snowbellewells for the lovely artwork up above!!!

Summary: Killian Jones, younger brother to the viscount, is home from Cambridge and ready to enter society, including finding himself a wife. Perhaps he may find his future bride here, at a week long house party his sister-in-law is hosting at the Jones country estate before the London season officially begins.

Rating: M (smut)

Words: 3100 of approximately 16k

Tags: Bridgerton Inspired Fic, Matchmaking, Regency Romance

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Ch. 6 Home Truths Realized

Killian sat in the dark of the upstairs parlor, a half empty bottle of his brother’s second best rum on the desk in front of him. 

When Mary Margaret’s father arrived from their estate after being summoned by Liam, Killian had retired, having no connection to the newly affianced couple, nor any purpose in what were sure to be extensive negotiations and details to be hammered out by Liam, David, and Lord Blanchard.

So he sat here, in the dark, most of the way to being very drunk, trying to make sense of the maelstrom of conflicting feelings inside him. He was quite relieved that the betrothal of Miss Blanchard took away the choice he was facing between herself and Miss Nolan. Though he was also thoroughly dismayed at the physical altercation between himself and David when the earl and Miss Blanchard were discovered. He’d felt a nearly familial connection with the man when they’d initially met and feared that friendship might now be ruined. And then there were the feelings he was harboring for Miss Nolan herself. Now that he could see clearly - without the associated confusion and guilt that he’d felt when he first realized his affections for her - the difference between what David and Miss Blanchard shared and what he initially felt for Miss Blanchard were glaringly obvious. Especially in the light of the love he now recognized he held for Miss Nolan.

How could he have been so blind? He believed himself to be an intelligent gentleman, even-tempered overall - though more than willing and able to defend and protect if called upon to do so - and not prone to following the whims of emotion that so often characterized young men and ladies alike. So how he could have fancied himself in love with Miss Blanchard, even for a moment, was quite beyond him. 

Yes, she was beautiful, beyond any doubt, but so was Miss Nolan. Breathtakingly, in fact. And where Miss Blanchard was gracious, kind, and accommodating to a fault - the timeless elegance of a pearl - Miss Nolan possessed an inner fire, a strength of character and will that was due to adversity and external pressure - the hard edges and flash of a diamond. And while he recognized the rare beauty and value of a pearl, his own personal taste leaned toward the alluring sparkle of the most valuable gem on earth. 

After spending the week with both ladies, he knew exactly where his heart truly belonged. Firmly in the hands of Miss Emma Nolan.

The masquerade was still going on downstairs, and he could only assume that Miss Nolan had been returned to the ballroom once the principal parties sequestered themselves in Liam’s study. Perhaps he should return as well. If she was still there, he might have occasion to speak with her, or even share a dance.

But first, he must determine if he was too drunk to make an appearance.

Could he stand? Yes. 

Could he walk? Yes! 

Ah, but could he walk a straight line? Eh, not quite.

He huffed in frustration and opened the door to the darkened hallway. A figure caught his eye as he left the study. He blinked to bring the figure into focus, then a happy smile spread across his lips as he realized it was none other than Miss Nolan - walking along the center of the hallway runner, head down, murmuring something under her breath.

“I beg your pardon,” he said, making her gasp in surprise and no small amount of fright.

“Mr. Jones,” she cried, her hand flying to her chest. “I… I didn’t see you there.”

“Yes… well… I…” he stammered, gesturing behind him towards the parlor he’d just left, but unable to think of anything else to say. He scratched behind his ear in embarrassment before finally lifting his eyes to hers. “I was going to return to the masquerade, but as I was only doing so in order to see if you were still in attendance, I was quite pleased to find you here just as I was leaving.”

Her mouth worked, but nothing was coming out. Maybe he’d frightened her more than he thought.

“Miss Nolan?” he asked, hesitantly, reaching out but stopping before actually touching her.

She shook her head briefly and looked down, refusing to look him in the face. “With all my companions absent, I saw no need to remain in the company of the matron Lady Jones placed me with before resuming her duties as hostess. She couldn’t be expected to remain with me the remainder of the evening, not if she wanted to keep tonight’s… eh… events from her other guests.”

Emma could feel the heat on her cheeks and could only hope the hallway was too dark for him to notice. Just the thought of what they’d nearly walked in on and what was now going on downstairs was enough to send her heart into palpitations. 

Which were not helped in the least by Mr. Jones’ sudden appearance in the darkened hallway. He literally took her breath away. His hair was a little more disheveled than normal, and his mask and cravat were missing entirely. Even in the dim light she could see the high color of his cheeks, and his eyes, though slightly unfocused, still sparkled.

She really should continue on her way. 

But she couldn’t bring herself to move. Nor could she think of a single thing to say. 

Mr. Jones swayed slightly, and Emma reached out in case he lost his balance completely.

“Mr. Jones,” she inquired softly, “are you… intoxicated?”

He appeared to think about it for a moment - his brow furrowed and stroking the scruff along his jaw. “Yes, I believe I am,” he finally said. “Though I’m not quite sure exactly how drunk I am.”

Emma couldn’t have hidden her surprise if she’d tried. “Is that something you usually know? Exactly how drunk you are, I mean.” She was clearly at her articulate best this evening.

“Yes, actually,” he replied. “I can usually tell exactly how drunk I am. But for some reason, not tonight. I rather suspect…” He trailed away and Emma waited for him to continue. When several seconds of quiet had passed, she huffed in frustration. Why did people always stop speaking just when they were about to say something meaningful?

“Mr. Jones?” she prodded. “You suspect what?”

He shook his head rather briskly for someone who was clearly intoxicated. She was amazed that he remained steady on his feet afterward.

“Not important,” he asserted. “Not in the slightest.”

Silence descended again, and Emma was quite at a loss of what to say or do to remove herself from this situation. She really shouldn’t be standing here in a darkened hallway… alone… with him… 

So naturally, she didn’t move.

He was looking at her in the most peculiar way. Almost as if he was seeing her for the first time. His head tilted a bit in question, his eyes searching hers as he reached for and lifted her chin just the right amount for his lips to gently touch hers.

If she wasn’t so stunned at his drunken audacity, she might have had the wherewithal to push him away. Might have, anyway. She’d like to think so. After all, this was a man who’d been completely besotted with her dearest friend, and she could only assume the reason for his drunkenness was the devastation of his broken heart at what had transpired earlier. He would never have done this had he been sober. 

But that knowledge made no difference to her traitorous heart. It pounded in her chest so that she was sure he could feel it as his arms encircled her and pulled her close. His lips against hers were gentle, coaxing, light as air, but insistent at the same time. She was utterly powerless against the surge of emotion his tender affection raised in her. 

She was a maiden. A debutante. She’d never been touched by a man - other than her brother - much less kissed. Though her betrothal was now official, her heart belonged to the man who now held her in his arms, and while she should push him away, she couldn’t bring herself to do so, propriety be damned. 

She was leaving for London in the morning - as were they all - but she’d be preparing for her wedding instead of making her debut into society. The way he held her, the way he touched her, was igniting something inside her that she was helpless against. Whatever his reasons were for kissing her now, as well as secretly getting drunk far away from the rest of the houseguests, she didn’t know. But she couldn’t resist him. 

She loved him. 

And this was her one chance to experience love. 

Of their own volition, her arms lifted and wound around him, one hand settling in his hair, the other stroking the skin of his neck where it met his shoulder. His lips left hers and peppered the softest of kisses down to her jaw and then down the slope of her neck. Her head fell back, granting him more access, as a trembling sigh left her lips.

“Emma,” he whispered into her skin. His lips left an unquenchable fire in their wake that Emma feared would burn her to cinders. Every part of her was lined up to every part of him and she could feel an urgent hardness at her hip.

She gasped into his mouth as his lips captured hers once more. A low moan escaped her as his tongue sought out hers, tenderly caressing, leading her along a sensory overload that threatened to drown her.

“Killian,” she breathed. He lifted his head from hers, the smile on his lips positively blinding. It happened so suddenly that if he hadn’t been holding her so closely, she would have collapsed into a puddle at his feet. “What?” she asked in a daze.

“You called me by my name,” he informed her.

Emma’s mouth dropped open, then closed, then opened again. “W - well,” she stammered, “you… called me… by mine…” She could barely string the words together, so caught up as she was in the passion between them.

“Emma, I…” He stopped when she shook her head sharply. She didn’t want to hear anything he had to say, for it couldn’t possibly be anything beneficial to her and to the state of her heart.

“Don’t, please,” she begged. “I can’t bear it.” She looked up into his eyes and saw more than she ever thought she’d see directed toward her. Affection, tenderness, wonder, and passion all swirled in the bottomless pools of his azure gaze. Was it possible that what she was seeing was actually meant for her and not another? Was there any way under heaven that Killian Jones cared for her? She shoved the thought away before it could even truly form. Of course, he didn’t. But that wouldn’t stop her from inviting him to her room and to her bed tonight. She wanted just one chance to know the love and happiness that David and Mary Margaret had found before she submitted herself to the sentence imposed on her a decade ago. 

She drew in a deep breath, never breaking their gaze, before finding her voice again. “Will you…”

“Will I…?” he repeated, softly.

She stared up at him, like a tremulous rosebud, just on the cusp of opening to the summer sun. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in all his born days. If eyes were truly the windows of the soul, then he knew his heart had truly found its home. The passion and love filling his own heart were reflected in her gaze and the joy that surged within him knew no bounds.

“Will you… come…?” she asked, quietly, hardly above a whisper.

“Will I come, with you? To your room?” he replied. She nodded slowly, red flushing her entire countenance. “I would be honored.” He cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her before tucking her arm into his and escorting her down the hall.

It wasn’t lost on him that she was inviting him into her room. The room she shared with Miss Blanchard. By accepting her invitation, he wanted to show her that he accepted what she wanted to give him. That he accepted her - and all that she was - without reservation or condition. If he’d suggested his own room, he feared that she’d perceive the overture as nothing more than trying to interpose his own desires - his own wants and needs - over her own. When instead, all he wanted to communicate to her was that he loved her. In the most passionate and ancient way possible.

“Miss Blanchard will be occupied for some hours yet, I’m sure,” he whispered as they approached her door. It was too holy a moment for him to speak any louder. She nodded as he opened the door for her and she preceded him inside. Once the door was shut behind them, Killian caught her hand and turned her toward him.

Moonlight streamed into the room from the tall window on the other side, bathing her face in its silver beams. Her skin looked like the finest porcelain and the jade of her eyes nearly glowed in the soft light. Within their depths he saw her love and desire, laid bare for him alone to see. The tremendous gift she was giving to him took his breath away.

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He drew her back into his arms and let his lips and hands speak for him as he slowly undressed her, worshipping her as each part of her body was uncovered to his gaze. The gasps and moans of pleasure that fell from her lips were music to his ears. Once he laid her out on the bed, he rose and began to undress as he simply admired the glorious beauty before him.

“Don’t, please,” he urged when she went to cover herself. He laid down by her side, gently taking one hand in his own and gathering her to him with the other. “You take my breath away, Emma.”

Emma caught her breath at his quiet words. Looking up into his eyes, she completely forgot whatever she’d been about to say in reply. The heat from his skin enveloped her, like a well-tended fire. She reached out for him, her touch tentative until he nodded encouragingly.

“Yes, Emma,” he said. “You can touch me. I want you to touch me.” 

The gentle reassurance in his words gave her enough confidence to continue. Killian kissed the pad of each finger he held in his hand as her other hand traced the firm muscles of his chest and arms. The strength she found there thrilled her completely. He rolled them until she was firmly beneath him, surrounded by him, her senses completely overwhelmed by him.

“Killian, please,” she whispered just before he captured her lips again. His hands roamed her naked skin, and his hips rocked into hers, that hard part of him rubbing against her deliciously, pushing her higher and higher until with a gasping cry, cascades of sublime ecstasy filled her very being.

She floated on a cloud of transcendent completion for some moments before she could open her eyes. When she finally did, the look on his face took what little breath she had left completely away. Joy and utter delight filled his countenance. She was helpless to do anything but return his beautiful smile.

“This will hurt at first,” he informed her, gently, “but it will only be this one time, and it will last but a few moments.”

She’d heard the same from some of her classmates, so she simply nodded in reply. He leaned down and began kissing her neck, his tongue tracing circles into her skin and sending delightful shivers down her spine as he made them one. The accompanying sting wasn’t nearly as bad as she’d expected, and when he began to move within her, she met him eagerly, his name a gasp on her lips.

The tension was growing inside her once more as they moved together, and as his hips met hers again and again, she chased her release, their cries and moans of ecstasy mingling until she reached that pinnacle once again and felt him throb within her, signaling his own completion.

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He collapsed on top of her, and she held him as tightly as she possibly could, loving the feeling of him against her and not wanting him to leave her embrace too quickly. A satisfied hum left her lips as she pressed them against the skin of his neck. It was answered by a quiet moan as he rolled away from her embrace.

He looked down at her and took one of her hands in his own, placing it over his heart. “I don’t want to crush you.”

“You weren’t,” she promised, in a whisper. “I rather liked the feel of you.” She could feel the blush staining her cheeks and looked away from the tenderness of his gaze. She didn’t want the illusion to shatter just yet. It would come soon enough. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“Thank you? For what?”

“For joining me… here,” she stammered. “For giving me a taste.”

His brows furrowed together before he spoke. “Of course, Emma. I wouldn’t have refused your request.” 

“I know,” she replied hurriedly. “But you didn’t have to. I just wanted…” She shook her head, trying to find the words to explain. His fingers trailed down the side of her face and the gentleness of the action nearly brought tears to her eyes. “I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

“I’m to be…” 

The knob on the door rattled, interrupting her. They both turned their heads sharply, their mouths agape.

“Mary Margaret!” she exclaimed. “Quick! Get under the bed.”

Killian rolled to the floor and under the bed as the door opened. He reached out and grabbed his clothing, hoping against hope that the darkness meant that Miss Blanchard wouldn’t notice the scattered clothes on the floor of the room. 

He was as silent as he could be as he listened to her enter the room and prepare for bed. He drew shallow breaths as she climbed into the bed and whispered Emma’s name. When long moments of silence were her only answer, he didn’t know if Emma was only feigning sleep to keep their liaison a secret or if she’d truly drifted off. Either way, he was stuck where he was until he was sure Miss Blanchard slept.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long before he could hear the soft whistling snores of both of the ladies' breaths, signalling true sleep. He crawled out from under the bed, quickly dressed, and slipped silently from the room.

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Thank you for reading and sharing! Next chapter will be up on Friday!

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also ouat for the ask!! FORGOT THAT U WATCHED IT TOO

SHDJHFJ TY BESTIE

my favorite female character: REGINA

my favorite male character: mr killian pirate husband jones 🥰

my favorite book/season/etc: season 1 and 5

my favorite episode (if its a tv show): THE ONE WHERE EMMA FINDS NEIL AGAIN SCREAM

my favorite cast member: lana parilla

my favorite ship: CAPTAINSWAN BELOVEDDD

a character I’d die defending: killian can do no wrong

a character I just can’t sympathize with: gold. I fucking hate him I’ve never once thought oh poor bitch NO he gets no sympathy no love no attention he’s a traitor and a horrible person

a character I grew to love: emma tbh that took a while

my anti otp: belle and gold….no

[harmonytre-reblogs]

“This is how I think of “shipping”: When you start shipping someone, it starts out as a little sailboat. As hints are seen (in the actual show, movie, book, game, etc.), the sailboat slowly grows larger. When it becomes canon, the boat becomes a giant pirate ship with cannons (get it?). If the people suddenly break up, that means the ship ran into a giant Broken-Love-Iceberg.“

-me (HarmonyTRE)

(P. S. All of these I ship platonically too, and the younger couples are only wholesome. NONE of these I ship in more than romantic ways. And some of them I don’t ship now, but shipped when I was younger so they feel nostalgic. So if the ship seems odd, it’s probably that asdfghjkl.)

Key:

Fandom/show/movie/game/short film/etc.

Ship

Semi-ship

!:OTP

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Index:

Never Draw

Commission Only

Shows

Movies

Games

Other Media (short films, comics, etc.)

Live Action

Steven Universe AUs

Undertale AUs

Not Finished/Caught Up

(long, so I’ll put under the cut)

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Never Draw:

Frisk/Sans (fr.ans)

Keith/Lance (kl.ance)

Shiro/any of the minor paladins

Papyrus/Chara (?)

Papyrus/Sans (fon.tcest)

Steven/gem ships

Steven/Pink Steven

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Commission Only (won’t do for requests, challenges, etc.)

Lance/Allura (Allurance, Cotton Candy, Mr. and Mrs. Blue Lion)

Au Sanses (unless listed, and only if they have clearly different personalities, appearances, and names)

Allura/Shiro (Shallura)

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Shows

Voltron: Legendary Defender

!Pidge/Lance (Plance)

Keith/Allura (Kallura)

Hunk/Shay (Hunay)

Romelle/Matt (Romatt)

Pidge/Hunk (Punk)

Hunk/Romelle (Hunelle)

Keith/Axca (Kaxca)

James/Ina (Leiffin)

Keith/Pidge (Kidge)

Ryan/Nadia (Kindia)

Lotor/Allura (Lotura)

Krolia/Tex (Krolidad, Krolitex)

Zarkon/Honerva (Zanerva)

Krolia/Kolivan (Kolivan)

James/Veronica (Jamonica)

Miraculous: The Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

!Marinette/Ladybug/Adrien/CatNoir (Love square, Marichat, Adrinette, Ladynoir, Ladrien)

!Alya/Nino (DJWiFi)

Mylene/Ivan (Myvan)

Penny/JaggedStone (Jaggenny)

Plagg/Tikki (CheeseCake)

Nathaniel/Alix (Nathanix)

Kim/Ondine

Rose/Juleka

Steven Universe

Steven/Connie

Ruby/Sapphire

Sadie/Lars

Pearl/Bismuth

Volleyball/Spinel?

Pearl/Volleyball

She-ra and the Princesses of Power (SPoP) {Double Trouble, Glimmer, Entrapta, Wrong Hordak}

!Glimmer/Bow (Glow, Glimbow)

Seahawk/Mermista (Seamista)

Entrapta/Hordak (Entrapdak)

Catra/Adora (Catradora)

Scorpia/Perfuma (Scorfuma)

Spinerella/Netossa (Spinnetossa)

*Star vs. the Forces of Evil (Marco, Janna, Tom, Star}

!JanTom

!Starco

Eclipsa/Globgor

Jackie/Chloe

Trolls

!Branch/Poppy (Broppy)

Phineas and Ferb

Phineas/Isabella (Phinabella)

Candace/Jeremy (Candermemy)

Baljeet/Ginger (Baljinger)

RWBY

!Ren/Nora (Renora)

Ruby/Oscar

Sun/Blake (BlackSun)

Pyrra/Jaune (Arcos)

Weiss/Neptune (Iceberg)

Velvet/Fox (Zootopia)

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

Troy/Benson (Trenson)

Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day

Yadomi/Anjo

Yukiatsu/Tsurumi

The Dragon Prince

!Callum/Rayla

Amaya/Janai

My Little Pony (MLP)

!Fluttershy/Discord (Fluttercord)

!YonaYak/Sandbar (Yonabar)

DerpyHooves/DoctorWhooves (DerpyWhooves)

PinkiePie/CheeseSandwhich (CheesePie)

BigMac/SugarBelle

Ember/Thorax (Emberax)

Sunburst/StarlightGlimmer (StarBurst)

ZephyrBreeze/Treehugger

HTTYD (How to Train Your Dragon) (any show besides Race to the Edge, because I haven’t seen it)

Hiccup/Astrid (Hiccstrid)

Fishlegs/Heather (Feather)

Toothless/Nubless (Nightlight)

Pokemon {seen all but seasons 8-15, 21+}

!Jessie/James (Rocketshipping, KojiMusa, JAJL)

Ash/Misty (Pokeshipping, Sakashipping, Gakishipping, Bikeshipping, Sushishipping, AAML, Twerpshipping)

!Serena/Clemont (Geekchicshipping)

Lana/Sophocles (Sparksurfershipping)

Butch/Cassidy (Neoshipping)

Serena’sSylveon/Clemont’sBunnelby (Fairybunnyshipping)

Brock/Lucy (luckshipping, squintshipping, blushshipping)

Casey/Georgio

NurseJoy/Nicholas (from Celebi episode)

Hal/Elisa

May/Drew (Contestshipping, ShuHaru, DAML, Mew, Day)

Togedemaru/Pikachu (SpikyPika)

Serena/Jimmy

Brock/Wilohmena (Sissyshipping)

Glitch Techs

Zahra/Five (?)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (ATLA)

Sokka/Toph (Tokka)

Zuko/Katara (Zutara)

Katara/Aang (Kataang)

Suki/Sokka (Sukka)

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Movies

Rise of the Guardians

Jack/ToothFairy

Big Hero 6

Gogo/Fred (Gogozilla)

HoneyLemon/Tadashi (Tadahoney)

Your Name (Kimi no na Wa)

Taki/Mitsuha

Katsuhiko/Sayaka

Miki/Tsukasa

A Silent Voice

ShoukoNishima/ShoyaIshida

Leap! (Ballerina)

Victor/Felicie (Felictor)

Inside Out

Riley/Jordan

Anger/Disgust (Angust)

Wreck-it-Ralph (and Breaks the Internet)

Felix/TamoraCalhoun (Hero’s Cuties)

Trolls

Branch/Poppy (Broppy)

Hotel Transylvania

Jonathan/Mavis (Jonavis)

Smurfs: The Lost Village

Smurfette/Hefty

PapaSmurf/Smurfwillow

Brainy/Smurfblossom

Clumsy/Smurfstorm

Zootopia

Judy/Nick (WildeHopps)

Coco

Hector/Imelda

Pepita/Dante?

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs (and 2)

SamSparks/FlintLockwood (Sparkswood)

Lego Movie (and 2nd)

Emmet/Lucy

Tangled

Rapunzel/Eugene

Frozen

Anna/Kristoff

Megamind

Megamind/Roxanne (Megarox)

Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse

Miles/Gwen

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Games

Undertale

!Toriel/Sans (Soriel)

Undyne/Alphys (Alphyne)

Muffet/Mettaton (Muffaton)

!Nice Cream Guy / Burgerpants (Nicepants)

Sans/Grillby (Sansby)

Gaster/Asgore (Kingdings)

Toriel/Asgore (Asgoriel, Torigore)

Asgore/Rudy (?)

Grillby/Muffet (?)

Royal Guards

Deltarune

Noelle/Susie (Suselle)

Henry Stickmin

Henry/Charles (Chenry, Stickvin)

Riddle School

Phil/Smiley

*

Other media (short films/comics/etc)

Paperman

Meg/George

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Live Action

Psych

Juliet/Shawn (Shules)

The Space Between Us

Gardner/Tulsa

The Goldbergs

Erica/Geoff

Barry/Laney

Adam/Jackie

The Greatest Showman

Barnums

PhillipCarlyle/AnneWheeler

The Librarians (tv series)

!Cassanda/Ezekiel (Casekiel)

Eve/Flynn (Fleve)

Jacob/Serina

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Klaus/Fiona

Violet/Duncan

Jacques/Olivia

Alex Inc.

Eddie/Deidre

Scrubs

JD/Elliot (Jelliot)

Turk/Carla

The Office

Pam/Jim (PB&J)

Michael/Holly

Dwight/Angela

Drop Dead Diva

Stacy/Fred

Stacy/Owen

Jane/Gracen

Jane/Ian

Stranger Things

Mike/Eleven (Mileven)

Nancy/Jonathan (Jancy)

Joyce/Hopper (Jopper)

Lucas/Max

Chuck

Chuck/Sarah

Timeless

LucyPreston/WyattLogan

RufusCarlin/Jiya

Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist

Zoey/Max

*

Steven Universe AUs

Feral Beast Steeb

Feractus

Pink Steven AU

Connverse

Cactus Steven AUs Blog

Feractus

LISTEN ALL NIGHT (suf-fering)

Connverse

*

Undertale/Deltarune AUs

Timetale AU (Punny Skele-scientist, Allesia the Hedge)

Sans/Alphys (Salphys)

Paper Trail (lynxgriffin)

Susie/Noelle (Suselle)

Overtale (yuramec version)

Sans/Toriel (Soriel)

*Underswap

Sans/Napstablook (Napstasans)

Underfell

Sans/Toriel (Soriel)

Payryus/Mettaton (Papyton)

Alphys/Undyne (Alphyne)

*Outertale

Sans/Toriel (Soriel)

Sans/Grillby (Sansby)

Handplates

Gaster/Alphys (Bi-entists)

Crossover

Insans/Sappy

Rain/Imposter (platonic)

*

Not finished/caught up

Fruits basket{season 2}

Tohru/Kyo (Kyoru)

Ritsu/Mitsuru

Wild Kratts {quite a lot to catch up on}

JimmyZ/Koki (Joki)

My Hero Academia/Boku No Hiro Academia {recent season}

!DenkiKaminari/KyoukaJirou (Kamijirou)

IzukuMidoriya/OchakoUraka (Izuocha)

EjirouKirishima/MinaAshido (Kirimina)

ShoutoTodoroki/MomoYaoyoruzu (Todomomo)

FumikageTokoyami/TsuyuAsui (Tokotsuyu)

MashiraoOjiro/TooruHagakure (Ojitooru)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012) (TMNT) {half of final season}

April/Donatello (Apritello)

Raphael/Mona

Leonardo/Karai (Leorai)

Mikey/Renet (Renetangelo)

The Flash {recent 1-2 seasons}

Barry/Iris (Westallen)

!Kaitlyn/Cisco (Snowmone, Snowvibe, Killervibe, Frostvibe, Vibefrost)

Joe/Cecile (Joecile)

HRWells/TracyBrand

Ralph/Izzy

Digimon Tamers {missed quite a lot because my brother watched without me}

Juri/Takato (Jurato)

Rika/Ryo (Ryuki)

Kingdom Hearts

Sora/Kairi

Once Upon a Time (OUaT)

CaptianHook/EmmaSwan (CaptainSwan)

Belle/Rumpilstiltskin (Rumbelle)

Regina/Robin (OutlawQueen)

Doctor Who

TheDoctor/Riversong (Twiver)

Amy/Rory (Ponds)

God Friended Me {just part of 1st season}

Kara/Miles

Heroes {just starting season 2}

Hiro/Charlie

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I’ll Miss This One This Year - Chapter One: Winter

Summary: Last Christmas, Emma Swan swept Killian Jones off his feet. Since then, nothing has gone right for them. A year on from their first meeting, can a bit of Christmas magic finally give them a shot at the happy beginning they’ve been searching for? A CaptainSwan AU inspired by the song Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses.

Also on: AO3     FFN

“Bah humbug!”

“Well, that’s a bit strong!” Emma defended herself, letting out a light chuckle.

She cradled her hot chocolate in her hands, complete with cinnamon of course, and was sat in one of the booths within Granny’s café. Mary Margaret and Ruby were sat across from her, the latter most astounded by Emma’s earlier statement.

“You know it is my favorite holiday,” Emma maintained.

“You can’t claim it’s your favorite holiday whilst insisting that you’re not doing anything for Christmas!” Ruby protested, sounding entirely horrified at the suggestion.

Emma didn’t see the big deal. It wasn’t like her lack of Christmas plans were going to affect Ruby. She had already delved, with a copious amount of detail, into her own intentions for a magnificent Christmas with Granny.

“I’ve had a hectic year. The thought of sitting down and doing all-but nothing is very appealing,” Emma explained her reasoning. “Besides, I had Henry over Christmas last year so he’s with Neal this year. It’s Christmas by myself this year. There’s not much I can do.”

“I don’t think you should be spending Christmas alone, Emma,” Mary Margaret voiced her opinion on the matter for the first time, sounding slightly concerned. “You’re more than welcome to come to ours. David won’t mind and Leo loves you.”

Leo Nolan, Mary Margaret and David’s two-and-a-half year old son, loved everyone. She wasn’t special there.

Emma waved a dismissive hand, “I don’t want to impose.”

“That’s nonsense!” Mary Margaret shook her head. “Besides, we have plenty of food to go around. Something possessed David to buy a twenty-pound turkey so he seems to be expecting to feed a small army.”

“Hold on, a twenty-pound turkey for three of you?” Ruby repeated, like she didn’t quite believe what she was hearing.

“Yeah. We’re going to be up to our ears in turkey and eating turkey sandwiches all through January,” Mary Margaret replied with a small chuckle at the situation. “So please come, Emma.”

“Fine, I’ll come,” Emma conceded, agreeing that it did sound better than spending the entirety of Christmas Day entirely on her own, “but, even with the four of us, it will barely put a dent in that turkey.”

“I could invite some other people who would otherwise be spending Christmas on their own!” Mary Margaret sat up a little straighter as the idea hit her. Her eyes brightened as it all started to come together in her mind, “Ooh! I could invite Graham!”

“Woah, hold on a minute,” Emma cut in, interrupting before Mary Margaret could get too ahead of herself. “I could very easily change my mind on coming if I suspect you’re making plans to set me up with Graham. Again.”

“I just think that you two would work really well together,” Mary Margaret explained softly.

“Yes, we do work well together. At work. At the station. We tried the whole dating thing, remember? Work got awkward, it didn’t work and we both agreed things were simpler as friends,” Emma reminded her.

“If that’s what you want,” Mary Margaret shrugged, though she didn’t sound at all convinced.

“I know what Emma wants!” Ruby piped up again, a huge gleeful grin plastered across her face.

An inquisitive Mary Margaret instantly turned to Ruby. Emma had a horrible feeling she knew exactly what was coming out of Ruby’s mouth next. She hoped she was wrong.

“Killian.”

Damn. She said it.

Emma squeezed her eyes shut. That was going to lead to a whole load of questions.

“Who’s Killian?” Mary Margaret asked, glancing between the two other women.

“You must have heard about Killian!” Ruby proclaimed, completely oblivious to Emma’s stare screaming at her to stop talking. “You know, skydiving, skiing, global explorer Killian.”

Mary Margaret looked totally lost and she turned to Emma, “You’ve never mentioned a Killian to me.”

“Because there isn’t much to tell,” Emma shrugged.

She promptly took a long sip of her hot chocolate, trying her best to hide behind the mug. If she took long enough drinking, were it at all possible the conversation topic would get moved along? Long shot, she knew, but she was desperate.

Unfortunately for Emma, Ruby decided that Emma’s actions were a cue for her to step in, “They met the morning after Christmas Day! Emma was on the ski slopes and she lost her balance-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Emma interrupted, hastily placing her mug back down on the table, “if you’re going to tell the story, at least tell it accurately.”

“Well, you tell it then,” Ruby prompted her. “You were there. You’ll be more accurate.”

Emma couldn’t exactly argue. She had caught her out there.

Mary Margaret was leaning forward, awaiting the information eagerly.

“Okay,” Emma conceded, knowing her two friends well enough to know they wouldn’t give in until they got what they were after. “It happened last Christmas when Henry and I went skiing for that week. It was our last morning before we had to come home…”

 ---

“Alright, Henry, this really is the last one this time,” Emma maintained as they both hopped off the ski lift. “I need to get you to your dad’s.”

“I know, I know!” Henry responded, nodding as he hurried off ahead.

Henry had taken to skiing like a fish to water. He loved it. It also turned out he was somewhat of a natural skier, or at least more natural than Emma. Sure, he had fallen a few times, especially when first getting to grips with it, but Emma reluctantly admitted to herself that she had fallen more.

At the very least, the kid didn’t seem to be counting. He was too caught up in his joy of skiing to care.

“Race you to the bottom!” Henry exclaimed.

Within moments, he was off down the slope, picking up speed as he went, twisting and turning as he navigated his route down.

“Oh, that’s totally cheating!” Emma laughed, not that he could hear her complaints. She hadn’t been ready, and he knew that.

Head-start or not, Emma was determined to give him a run for his money. She wasn’t about to allow him to win that easily. She set off after him, picking up as much speed as she could and throwing all caution to the wind. Her competitive streak had been brought out and she wasn’t prepared to lose to a ten-year-old.

The picturesque views she took in over the last week were ignored on her final ski of the trip. Her sole focus was on Henry who she was slowly, but surely, gaining on. The scenery around her blurred as her speed gradually increased.

Before long, the bottom of the slope was nearing them. Emma had managed to get herself in line with Henry over on the other side of the slope. They were neck and neck! She was satisfied with that, willing to take the draw if it kept him from demanding a rematch. There was no time for that.

Just as she was approaching the bottom, a young child, no older than four, appeared out of nowhere, jumping around in the snow, utterly oblivious to the surroundings he found himself in. Emma was heading straight for him. In a blind panic, Emma swerved to the left, avoiding the child. Her new course, however, was sending her straight towards the large sign at the foot of the slope, which mapped out the area. Once certain she was clear of the child, she swerved back to the right.

It was a move which came too late.

Her left ski caught against the pillar of the sign and the jolt in momentum sent Emma flying. Her eyes squeezed shut as she braced for impact in the snow. There was an unexpected ‘uff’, followed by an ‘oof’ and then by an ‘urgh’ as Emma finally landed on the ground.

Except, it wasn’t the ground.

Whatever she had landed on was more solid than she had come to know the snow to be.

She snapped her eyes open and then instantly wanted to be swallowed by the ground when she saw that she had knocked a man off his feet in her flight. She had landed right on top of him, using him as her own personal crash mat.

And, of course, he had to be hot.

Ridiculously hot.

Hot to the point she wouldn’t be surprised if the snow started melting around him.

What a fabulous first impression she had no doubt made.

She suddenly caught herself just staring at him and blinked out of that mortifying trance. To make matters worse, she found she was still on top of him, no doubt squashing his chest. She scrambled off him into the snow beside him.

It wasn’t very often Emma found herself wanting to disappear, however, it was one of those times. The temperature was rising unbearably rapidly under the ski helmet and visor she was wearing, which was most definitely caused by the exercise she had just done, and only that. She pulled the helmet off, dropping it into the snow next to her, watching from the corner of her eye as the stranger pushed himself into a sitting position.

He turned to her and Emma was ready for anger, irritation or some other form of hostility. In a sight which caught her entirely off guard, there was none of that. Instead, there was a huge grin across his face which, when combined with the copious amount of snow in his messy hair, made him look like a madman. It was his blue eyes which drew her in, the concern in them being especially unexpected.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked.

And with that question came her third surprise in just as many minutes.

He was British, complete with the dreamy accent that Emma had never before understood the fuss over. She got it, with him.

Emma couldn’t quite believe what was happening. She was in the middle of Colorado and she had managed to go flying straight into a ridiculously handsome British guy.

If she hadn’t made such a fool of herself, she would have been questioning where her good luck has suddenly come from. Instead, she had to force herself to snap out of the weird trance she had fallen into once more and pull herself together. She was a grown woman, not a damn teenager with a high school crush.

“Am I alright?” Emma repeated as she began unclipping her boots from the skis. Avoid eye contact, reduce humiliation. “You’re the one I knocked off your feet. Are you alright?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” he assured her with a light chuckle. “You are the one who came flying out of nowhere.”

“Which was not my fault!” Emma hastily informed him. “I was on the slope and this kid came out of nowhere. I had to swerve to avoid him and hit the sign. Honestly, I have no idea where his parents were but they most definitely weren’t watching-”

“HOOK!”

A young child’s voice interrupted her as he appeared out of nowhere, darting straight at the stranger and jumping on top of him. The man let out a soft ‘oof’ as he fell back into the snow then laughed, grabbing the young child and lifting him into the air. The boy erupted into laughter before the man proceeded to gently drop him into the snow, much to the child’s further amusement.

“-him…”

Emma trailed off lamely as that rare desperation to completely disappear returned once again. Of course, the child responsible for her accident was the very one that so clearly knew the man before her. And she’d just stuck her foot in it.

The sooner she got her skis off and got out of there the better.

Fate was being far from kind to her.

“I’m going to assume, from your reaction, it was this little lad who got in your way,” the man assumed correctly, ruffling the boy’s hair as he watched Emma, waiting for her response.

“Yeah,” Emma admitted apologetically.

She had no idea what had gotten into her. Why the hell was she apologising? Everything she said was right. The man clearly hadn’t been watching the boy properly for him to have wound up playing on the slope. Yet Emma found herself desperately wanting to avoid offending the man.

“Well, you’re absolutely right. His father wasn’t watching him,” the man openly admitted as he got to his feet, brushing the snow off his clothes and out of his hair in the process. He gestured loosely with his right hand towards the row of cabins which made up the resort’s ski stores and cafés. “He went off ages ago to find the lad some food and is taking his bloody time about it too.”

He stood above her, a small smile on his face and offered his right hand for her to take. With both her skis finally unclipped from her boots, there was nothing stopping her from getting up. Matching his smile, she took his hand and let him help her up.

She glanced at the boy who was still in the snow, content and laughing away to himself as he made a snow angel.

“So… he’s not yours?” Emma checked.

“No.” It was an instant response. “No way. But, I must admit, I was meant to be watching him and, I do also confess, I got distracted so your little altercation with the sign was entirely my fault.”

He held his hands up in a mock surrender and the smile on his face grew.

“What are you smiling about?” Emma challenged.

“Because I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he responded smugly.

“Let me get this straight, you’re glad I hit the sign?” Emma clarified.

“Aye, for else we would never have met,” he confirmed with a nod.

“I could have hit the kid you were supposed to be watching,” Emma reminded him.

“You didn’t have to put up with him trying to wake you up at three in the morning yesterday,” he joked lightly. “In all seriousness though, I would greatly appreciate it if his minor misadventure remains between the two of us. Else, Robin would never let me hear the end of it.”

“And what’s in it for me?” Emma questioned, matching his previous smug tone.

“A trip to the Overlook for lunch, paid for by me, of course,” he replied instantly. He hadn’t even needed time to think about it.

Emma raised an eyebrow, “Like a date?”

“Aye,” he confirmed.

Emma considered her options.

On one hand, she had only just met the guy, she didn’t know him, and she didn’t even know his name. The kid had yelled Hook whilst charging at him but there was no way that could be a name. Could it?

On the other hand, there was something about him that she felt drawn to, something hooking her in. She couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Mom! Mom!” Henry’s voice drew her back to reality.

Damn.

That was her decision made for her. She was surprised to find herself hit by a large pang of disappointment. Was she really about to dive in with both feet and go for lunch with a guy she knew nothing about?

“Can we go one more time? Please?” Henry pleaded.

“No way, kiddo,” Emma replied to Henry following a brief glance at her watch. “We’re already an hour behind.”

Emma turned back to the man. It was his turn to look surprised, an eyebrow raised as he took in Henry’s appearance.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go,” Emma told him, “I’ve got to get my kid to his dad’s on the east coast.”

She bent down and grabbed her skis off the snow-covered ground. When she stood back up, the man had his phone in his hand.

“Well, can I at least get your name and number?” he asked. “We can get to know each other, make some other arrangements?”

Emma considered it for a moment and received a nudge from Henry in encouragement. In the end, she agreed, giving him both pieces of information. It was only after he had picked the child up out of the snow and walked away that Emma realised she hadn’t received any of his information in return. Not even his name.

Seeing him again suddenly relied on him actually bothering to get in contact with her. Something told her that her number wasn’t the first he had received all day. There was no way a single guy like him was walking around without any advancements.

Had she made that much of a good first impression? She had made an impression, she was sure of that, how could she not with her entrance? She was far from convinced it was a good one though.

By the time she and Henry had packed up their things and gotten to her yellow bug, Emma was surprised to find she had been contacted by an unknown number.

Hey love, you swept me off my feet in more ways than one today. Killian.

Emma was glad Henry was in the car already, head instantly buried in his book. He totally missed the blush that engulfed her cold, pale cheeks.

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For your fandom meme asks: G,P,S,T,X

thanks for asking darling <3

G- Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it?

My first otp was definitely CaptainSwan (Killian Jones x Emma Swan from OUAT) I was obsessed with that show and had fan pages on practically every platform

P- Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

I think an au with a reader who’s a student or just taking a gap year and your character of choice who’s a just a host or a prof that hosts students would fun to write.

S- Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Natasha and Steve were completely platonic but understood each other in ways that a lot of the other members just didn’t- a lot of nights neither of them could sleep so they ended up sitting together watching movies and one night fell asleep on each other and that just kind of became a habit. They would take naps together or sneak into each other’s rooms at night to hold each other and it was never anything romantic, but just comforting a dear friend who had been through as much as you had.

T- Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

Wanda: Bottom, Natasha: Switch, Carol: Top. I will die on that grave. Steve likes to draw and enjoys reading poetry. Sam and Natasha would have been best buddies. Carol and Natasha too. They would have been skeptical of eachother at first because they’re both so reserved but they’d be on a mission and some ass would say some misogynistic shit and they’d both go to give him hell at the same time and from there on they were like okay you aight ;-) BRUCE THINKS CAROL AND VALKYRIE ARE THE COOLEST MFS EVER HE IS CONSTANTLY LOOKING AT THEM IN ADMIRATION and they think it’s adorable and would defend him to the death

X- top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

Carol Danvers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Emma Swan, Killian Jones, Newt Scamander, George Weasley <3

fandom asks

[alphinias]

Top ten ships (In no order)

STYDIA, because these two kids are just so perfect for one another and the definition of pure. Kudos to Obroden for having some of the best chemistry ever. 

Bellarke, because, duh. They are literal soulmates who have defied space and time to find their way back to each other, and I am so, so tired, Jason. Also, I chose this gif because underrated touch af.

Pacey and Joey, because, how could I not ship them? These two are the thing that saved Dawson’s Creek for me (I’m guessing you can probably sense a common theme amongst most of my ships by now. I enjoy slow burns with lots of relationship development, because those are just the best and most compelling relationships).

Delena! I understand that these two aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, and I can respect that. But I am firm in my belief that every single ship on this show has been toxic at some point (It’s literally full of murderous vampires, so, yeah).

Captainswan. I sometimes think I am admittedly losing interest in these two a bit, but I still love them. 

Karamel. I know that these two are a bit controversial, but I will defend them until the end. They are absolutely precious, and Melissa and Chris have some of the most natural chemistry ever. It makes so much sense that they started dating IRL. Unfortunately, the end of season three ruined the show for me and I will no longer be watching.

Clace. So, I want to make this clear. I don’t really think season one TV clace was that good of a ship. Season two and three redeemed TV show Clace for me, but they are primarily here because I love them so much in the books.

Zade. These two are so, so underrated! A lot of people don’t give Hart of Dixie a chance, but these two >>>>

Olicity. I’ll be honest, I think the peak of these guys was seasons 1-3, before they tried to add a ridiculous amount of drama to their relationship to keep them apart. I am not caught up on the show currently, but even though the relationship drama rubbed me the wrong way, I ultimately love their foundation enough that they’re still a solid ship for me.

Everlark, because Team Peeta for life. I’ve loved these two since I was 14, and they were one of my first major ships

*I left all my purely book ships out of this, but rest assured that Feysand, some ships from TLC, etc, would certainly be here if that wasn’t the case. 

Honorable mention:

...to Dramione, because judge me all you like, but these two have the best fanfiction in existence. I don’t really ship them in canon (I am perfectly satisfied with the Ronmione endgame), but I was converted into a believer at the age of 13 when I clicked on one of their stories thinking, “These two? What? Disgusting.” Little did I know. Little did I know.

[silverbrumbyfan]

The Dos and Don’ts of shipping

I haven’t posted anything for a while, I wanted to but whenever I looked up the tags for my ships it made me want to be sick.

I just, I am speechless.  There are people who claim to be fans of  shows celebrating when certain characters are written out and claiming it was due to their efforts.  You mean your bullying?  Your death threats to the cast and writers.  Your twisting of every good scene of this character.

I am of course talking about Chris Wood who plays Mon El in Supergirl but he’s not the only victim. So I feel like i need to make a list of dos and don’ts here because this kind of behaviour is unacceptable. 

Do

Be proud of your ship.

Create your own blog or follow someone else’s if you need to discuss it with people who also support it.

Defend your ship but remember to keep things civil.

Always offer evidence to support what you say about your ship.  If you can’t then don’t say it.

Don’t

Go on Youtube, seriously just don’t.  Sometimes you get serious shippers most of the time you get trolls.  And you also get grammar nazis who ignore everything you said because you misspell one word forgetting that the person on the other end might not be english or dyslexic.

Create an anti blog or use anti tags, in my opinion these should be banned and seen as straight up bullying.  The blog/tag should be based on the character alone because of their flaws but if you talk about getting rid of the actor to get rid of the character that is bullying.

Insult other ships or the people who support them, there is no need for this and if you try to defend your ship with insults your argument becomes ineffective and immature.

Be sheep.  Abusive and toxic are two words I have seen used frequently in these arguments but the people who say them never offer any evidence to back them up however they are like shippers trigger words and if one person uses them everyone does.  Seriously though someone explain to me how CaptainSwan is toxic and abusive.

Assume that if a show gets rid of a character your ship will happen now.  I’m not saying that supercorp will never happen but there are still obstacles in its way such as James and Supergirl’s secret identity.  What I’m saying is shows don’t get rid of characters specifically to make room for new ships, look at Vampire Diaries.  Elena goes into her cursed sleep, Damon is alone everyone thought Bamon would happen than bam we get Bonenzo out of nowhere.

Twist scenes.  I’ve seen a post tagged with Karamel, the image is of Kara looking a little uncertain with the caption ‘Mon El is terrible’. Which is ridiculous because the image is taken moments before Kara and Mon El have their first official kiss. 

Focus on the bad things.  No one is perfect, every ship has their issues but you can’t just say this character is bad because they did this thing especially if the character has worked hard to better themselves.

Try to influence the cast and writers in a negative way.  Just don’t send death threats and hate towards the cast.  If you want them to listen once again you just have to be civil and decent.  How can anyone be proud of getting their ship after they practically threatened the cast and writers.

EDIT

Disclaimer - I am not assuming ALL people shipping non canon ships are awful people but I have seen far too much of this behaviour to ignore it.  I do not support these ships but I am aware of them and I can see why people ship them.

[captainswanandclintasha]

Awake and Alive - Chapter 8 (8/20)

Summary: While Emma and the other Nevengers are leaving Storybrooke for Neverland to search for Henry, a misterious and unkown woman comes in Storybrooke, looking for a long lost man and some answers about herself. Meanwhile in Neverland Emma and Hook discover something about themselves that is going to change their lives forever.

Rated M for future chapters and HA for HARD ANGST. Yet no one is dying. I promise. Thought I can’t say the same about the readers (or the writer) and F for fluff (also for future chapters)

Many many thank to Cathy (@ultraluckycatnd​) for her help in betaing this story!

Tumblr: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 

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Sooo um.... That HA from the rating? Hard angst? Yeah. 

*author runs away and hides from angry readers*

*whispering* I am sorry!

As always tagging  @cinnamonduckling, @captainswan-shipper88, @tirsu, @tomeandflickcorner. Let me know if you want to be tagged for future chapters!

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Emma’s legs were hurting from so much running in the forest in such a short time.

She couldn’t understand how it happened, how their plan failed. Well, almost failed. Their plan was a good one, she was sure of that. Even Gold’s addition was good. They found Pan’s camp, thanks to Henry who held him from moving it again. They were prepared to fight with Pan’s minions and even with Pan. Emma was ready to really hurt those little fuckers.

They got Henry from Pan, Gold trapped Pan in Pandora’s box and for a few minutes, everything was good. Henry was back in her arms. He was safe, he was alive, and he didn’t hate any of them. She could finally breathe normally. Even Hook was much better after they got Henry back.

That was, of course, until everything went to hell. Pan’s shadow along with three other shadows attacked them when they started to walk back towards Hook’s ship. Tinkerbell came to their help, shooting fiery arrows at the three new shadows and scaring them away, but Pan’s shadow remained and attacked them. The arrows did nothing to it, Regina and Gold’s magic did nothing as well. The shadow was too powerful.

All they could have done was to start running back to the ship, hoping that they would lose the shadow in the forest. The only one who was not with them was Gold who, as the coward he was, disappeared in a black cloud as soon as the shadows attacked them. They continued to run, but the damned thing was still following them.

She felt her legs starting to slow down and she stopped, just for a moment, to catch her breath.

“Emma, run!” she heard Hook yelling behind her. She looked back to where he was and saw Pan’s shadow too close to him.

She looked at him and saw that he was starting to slow down; his face losing its color and turning a horrible shade of white that scared Emma. She decided right then that she would wait for him and help him get back to the ship.

“Run!” he yelled at her again.

“I’m not leaving you!” Emma yelled back at him.

“Take Henry! Go to the Jolly!” Emma hesitated, Henry was a few steps in front of her with Regina and her parents, running. “Go, Emma!” Hook yelled again.

Emma looked at him being chased by the shadow and with a big knot in her heart, she started to run in the opposite direction, towards Henry. She hated leaving Hook behind in his state, but deep down in her heart she knew Hook was right. They had to get Henry to the Jolly. Faster.  

Soon enough they were on the beach and they could see the Jolly in front of them. Emma stopped running and looked behind her, waiting for Hook to appear from behind the trees.

“Emma!” Regina yelled at her.

“Hook isn’t coming!” Emma yelled back.

“He will! Come on,” David told her.

With a sigh, Emma started to run towards them. While she ran, Emma was still looking behind her to see if Hook was coming but there was nothing. He was not coming.

When they were finally on the ship, they stopped running. Henry dropped onto a box sitting on the deck with everyone surrounding him breathing heavily. Some sat directly on the deck while others found some boxes to sit on. Everyone but Hook. She looked towards the beach, but there was still no sign of him. She looked towards the forest, hoping that he would be close but there was still no sign of him. Emma opened her mouth to say something about Hook, but David was faster. Jumping on his feet, he started to speak.

“Hook isn’t coming,” he said, looking at the others.

“He will,” Mary Margaret told her husband.

“He won’t,” Emma said, her back turned to them...

“How do you know that?” Mary Margaret asked her.

“I just know it,” Emma said, turning to face them.

She could read the hesitation on their faces and she could feel the question that was on everyone’s tongue. How did she know that? Why was she so sure that he wouldn’t come?

Fuck everything, Emma thought to herself before she decided to tell them Hook’s secret.

“Hook’s dying. When he jumped in front of that arrow a few days ago, he was poisoned by dreamshade. He has been slowly dying since then, but he didn’t want to tell you and I promised that I would keep it a secret,” she explained. “I’m afraid he won’t make it back to the ship. Not alone,” Emma said looking back to the forest.

“We have to help him!” Henry said, jumping to his feet.

“Henry, we just got you back,” Regina gently told him.

“Grandpa can go,” Henry suggested.

“I will,” Emma said.

“Emma!” Snow reprimanded.

“You can’t. Henry needs you here,” Regina told her.

“Hook is out there, alone, dying. I can’t leave him there.” Emma responded.

“Let me come with you,” David said, preparing his sword.

“No. I can do it. Give me two hours.” She started walking away before anyone could say something else.

“Tink?” Emma gestured to the fairy to come with her. When they were away from the others, Emma started to talk. “Hook has been poisoned with dreamshade. He said there is no cure for it, but I was wondering if maybe you know something?”

“I am sorry, Emma, Hook was right.”

“There is absolutely nothing? Are you sure?”

“There might be some things that can be done by those with light magic, but I don’t know anyone who has it. And these two,” she said, pointing to Regina and Gold, “are far from that.”

“Maybe we will find someone in Storybrooke. Do you think he can make it back there alive?”

“I guess it depends on how bad he is.”

“Okay. Thank you,” Emma said before starting to walk off the ship.

When she was back on the beach, Emma started to run back toward the forest. She didn’t know exactly where she lost him, or where he could be. All she knew was that he was there, somewhere, and hopefully not dead.

Not dead yet said a small voice inside her head.

Emma decided that it was wise to ignore that voice. She didn’t want to believe that she wouldn’t find him, or even worse, that she would find him dead. He promised her, after all.

“Hook! Hook!” Emma started to yell in the middle of the forest. “Hook, where are you?!” she continued to yell.

But there was nothing. Not even a small leaf moving in the trees. And even then, Emma could feel something bad was going to happen. She moved deeper into the forest and continued to yell his name, looking for him, but there was nothing.

“Hook!” she yelled one more time, louder.

This time she heard something behind her. She turned, with a smile on her face, expecting to see him but instead of Hook, she was face to face with Pan’s shadow.

“Fuck. You again?” Emma found a tree branch on the ground and took it, swearing at herself the moment she realized she dropped her sword on the deck of Hook’s ship.

“What have you done to him?” Emma said behind her teeth.  

Pan’s shadow started to fly towards her. Deciding not to run away, Emma used the branch to protect herself. Somehow it worked. The shadow didn’t come close to her, but then it wanted to attack her again. Emma used the branch again but this time, the shadow didn’t turn away from her.

“Where is Hook?!” she yelled again at the shadow.

This time, when the shadow attacked again, Emma wasn’t careful with the branch and somehow it got broken. With a swear, Emma threw away the remains of the branch and started to back away slowly. She turned around and started to run again with the shadow following her. Emma wasn't really being careful where she stepped so when the shadow flew on her right, she turned to defend herself but stepped on some tangled roots on the ground. Before she could catch herself, she started to fall. She continued to fall downhill, not being able to stop herself until she was at the bottom, her right arm hitting a tree hard.

“Fuck,” Emma groaned, turning to be on her back. “Fucking shadow.”

“Emma?” she heard from somewhere close to her.

“Hook?” she said rising to her knees.

She saw him a few feet away, supported on a tree, paler that she ever saw him and barely holding his head up.

“Hook?” Emma said softly, rising and walking toward him.

She sat on the ground beside him and tried to put her right palm on his cheek, but the pain in her arm was too powerful. She prayed that it wasn’t broken. Instead of touching him with her right hand, she put her left palm on his cheek.

“What happened?”

“I fell,” he said, weak.

“We have to get you out,” Emma said, preparing to help him get back on his feet.

“Emma,” he said, stopping her. “What are you doing here?”  

“I was looking for you. Pan’s shadow attacked me, and I fell.”

“You should have taken Henry back to the ship,” he said looking at her with soft eyes.

“He is there, safe with the others.”

“Emma, you have to get back there. Leave this island. Pan’s shadow won’t leave you alone for too long. Tink can take the ship out of here.”

“I told you, I am not leaving you.”

“Emma, I’m dying.”

“I know that! You kept reminding me of that fact the last few days.”

“No, Emma,” he whispered. “Right now, I can feel it.”

“Hook,” Emma whispered, feeling tears coming to her eyes. “Killian,” she said, putting both of her hands on his face, ignoring the pain in her arm.

“Your arm?” he asked, and she wanted to let out a laugh at the fact that even now he was worrying about her.

“It’s nothing. You have to stay with me for a little longer, okay? We are going to get out of here.”

“Emma.”

“Killian, please.” He smiled a little hearing her. “What?”

“You keep doing that,” he said still smiling.

“Doing what?”

“Saying my name. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it,” he said smiling and letting his eyes drop.

“Stay with me,” Emma said, slapping him softly on the cheek.

He opened his eyes and looked at her. Since the moment they met, Emma noticed his eyes, both their blue color and the intensity that was there. The way the color changed from the color of the ocean when he was calm, joking with her or flirting, to the color of the night sky when he was angry or he wanted something really bad had always fascinated her. But right now, the color of his eyes was slowly fading.

“Emma, I am serious. You have to go before the shadow comes back.”

“I’ll go. When you decide that you are coming with me.”

“I can’t move, Emma.”

“I will help you.”

“You are so stubborn, Emma Swan,” Hook said with a grin.

“I know. Come on,” Emma said, putting an arm around him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to help you get up. I need a little help though.”

Together, they rose to their feet and started to walk slowly. Hook was whimpering from time to time. Emma was holding most of his weight and she was sure that if he hadn’t have been wearing his pirate coat, his weight would have been much lighter. With a hand still on his back, she moved the hand that was on his chest to touch the place where his wound was. She felt the wetness as soon as she put her hand there. When she brought her hand back to look at it, her palm was red.

“You’re bleeding,” Emma said, trying to keep her voice steady. “We have to stop and take care of it.”

“No, we are not stopping. It will be night soon, Pan’s shadow can appear around us at anytime. We have to get back to the ship.”

“No. We are stopping,” Emma said, stopping in front of a fallen tree trunk. “Sit.”

She helped Hook sit down on the tree trunk and then she knelt down in front of him, starting to work on getting his shirt off.

“You should have told me much earlier that you wanted to get me naked”, Hook tried to joke.

“Shut up,” she said with a small smile.

After a few tries and curses she managed to get his shirt off, and now Hook was in front of her in just his leather pants. If his chest hadn’t have been covered in black veins and blood from the wound, she would have taken her time appreciating his abs and the  generous amount of chest hair that was covering them, but she didn’t have time for that. Not now and maybe not ever if she didn’t take care of him and let him die.

“What are these?” she asked, tracing her fingers over the black veins that were inches away from his heart.

“The dreamshade’s effects. I’m going to die when they touch my heart.”

“Hook, these are inches away from your heart.”

“I know.”

Studying them closer, Emma remembered how they got in that position. His wound, she had to take care of his wound.

“I have to clean this.”

“The rum is in the pocket of my coat.”

Emma moved to take the coat and started to look for his flask. She found it and without another word to him she poured the liquid on his wound. Emma winced when he let out a cry of pain, but there was nothing else she could do. She tore a piece of her shirt off and started to clean the wound with it. When all the blood was cleaned, the only thing that was left behind was something that looked like a small scratch. Even she had bigger wounds back when she was a bails bond person. How something so small could kill him so quickly was beyond her understanding.

She kept the cloth pressed there to make sure it stopped bleeding, but the thing that scared her the most were the veins that kept moving under her eyes.

“I told you I was going to die,” he said, following her eyes with his.

“And I told you I won’t let you.”

“Why?”

“I think we already had this discussion,” Emma said.

“You said you care for me,” Hook said letting his head drop.

“I do.”

Hook let out a deep breath and looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

“I imagined this happening a different way,” he said.

“Imagined what?”

“Making you care for me. I was thinking about courting you when we got back to Storybrooke. I knew you had walls, I still know that. I can still see them sometimes, but I was hoping that when we got back, one way or another, I would have destroyed them.”

Emma felt tears coming to her eyes at his words. There wasn’t a single sign that he was lying. He was telling her the truth and she wondered why he was doing it. A deep voice inside her mind told her that he was saying these things now because he knew he would die. He would die knowing that he told her everything he couldn’t say when he was fine.

“You did it without knowing. You started to destroy them from the moment we met. That’s why I left you on the beanstalk. I was afraid. But then you came back, you helped us, you brought us here and you risked your life. For us, for me.”

“I wish you would have told me this sooner,” Hook said.

“I was afraid,” she whispered.

“I know. I also wish for one more thing,” he whispered.

“What is that?”

“I wish we would have had more time.”

Hearing his words, Emma let out a hard sob. She felt her tears starting to fall on her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

“Emma, don’t,” he said putting his hand on her cheek, wiping away her tears with a finger.

She couldn’t say anything so instead, she put both of her hands on his cheeks and brought his face towards her, resting his forehead on hers, her eyes remaining closed the whole time. She felt her hands getting wet, so she opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes were closed as well, tears falling down his cheeks.

Emma let down all the walls that were around her and her heart and leaned into him, bringing her lips closer to him. Remembering the feeling she had that morning, before Mary Margaret could interrupt them. His breath was hot on her face, their lips were closer than ever, barely touching when they heard noises around them.

Fuck , Emma thought.

They separated and looked around them. The color on Emma’s face drained as she saw the shadow behind Hook.

“We have company,” she told him.

“Emma.”

“I’ll take care of it,” Emma said, rising to her feet and taking Hook’s sword in her hand, forgetting about the pain in her arm.

Emma started to walk behind Hook, holding the sword up to protect them both. The shadow’s eyes flashed and Emma could have sworn that she saw anger there, if that was even possible.

“I am going to end you once and for all,” Emma said as the shadow started to fly towards them.

“I am going to vanquish you from this world,” she continued, moving the sword to hit it, but missed.

“I am so done with you” she said attacking again but this time hitting the shadow. The shadow flew towards her and Emma raised the sword again.

“I am so done with this island!” she said, rotating the sword above her head as best she could with only one hand, hitting the shadow again.

This time after Emma hit it, the shadow flew towards Hook instead of her. Emma yelled out a ‘no’ and started to run back towards him. Seeing her coming, the shadow raised its hand and suddenly Emma found herself in the air, flying away from Hook. She found herself on the ground, sword thrown a distance away from her. She was back on her feet, ready to attack the shadow again, when she heard Hook screaming.

“No!” Emma screamed, starting to run toward him.

“Emma, run!” Hook yelled at her.

Emma found a rock on the ground and threw it at the shadow, but nothing happened.

“Get away from him!” she yelled.

“Emma, go!” Hook yelled again, his voice weaker this time.

She looked shockingly at Hook as she saw the shadow pulling out something from inside him. It took her just a second to notice that the thing that was being pulled out of Hook had his form; it was his shadow.

“Let him go!” Emma yelled at the shadow in fear.

The shadow looked at her and its eyes flashed again as it continued to pull out Hook’s shadow.

Emma didn’t know what to do. She was looking at Hook, crying in pain, and felt her heart hurting her as well. She had no idea what was going on, but his screams were getting worse with every second.

“No, no,” Emma continued to say to herself. “Find something to do, Emma. Something, anything, even something magic.”

Emma’s eyes flashed, remembering Gold’s words from a few weeks ago. Her magic was controlled by her feelings. She hoped that it would work. Last time her magic manifested, she was scared for Mary Margaret, she wanted to help Mary Margaret. This time it was about Hook; she wanted to help him, she wanted to protect him. She thought about what she felt for him, how much she wanted him, needed him, alive. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the magic she knew was inside her.

She knew the exact moment her magic was about to manifest. She felt it inside her, like something that was waiting to get out. So she let it out. She let out everything while screaming, firstly letting out an indescribable yell and then screaming Hook’s name.

With her scream, there was another scream that filled the forest. It wasn’t human, that was for sure and Emma thought that it was the shadow’s. She opened her eyes and all she saw was a white light. A few moments later the light disappeared, everything coming back to normal. Emma looked around her, being ready for the shadow to appear again, but it wasn’t anywhere. She looked towards Hook and saw him on the ground.

“Hook?” Emma ran towards him, dropping to her knees.

He was face down, so Emma turned him on his back. His eyes were closed, there was no sign of any new wound, but Emma let out a scream when she saw the veins that were forming a black circle around where his heart was.

“No, no, no!” Hook!” she started to shake him. “Wake up, wake up! Killian!” She continued to scream at him and shake him.

“You can’t do that. Please Killian,” she said, pressing her hands on his chest.

She put two fingers on his neck, searching for his pulse and when she didn’t find anything, she dropped her head, listening for any sign that he was breathing. But still nothing, there was nothing at all. He didn’t have a pulse, he wasn’t breathing and no matter how many times she shook him or pressed on his chest, he didn’t move.

Emma let out a sob as she felt tears coming down her cheeks.

“Please wake up,” she cried, finally stopping herself from pressing anymore on his chest.

The veins didn’t move. They stayed there, frozen in a circle covering the place where his heart was and Emma knew, in that moment, that no matter what she tried, he wouldn’t wake up. She moved her hands to his face, one hand moving a strand of hair that was on his forehead and the other stroking his face. One of her tears fell on his cheek and she moved her palm to wipe it.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry,” she said, continuing to move her hand over his face, knowing that he wouldn’t even know it.

“I am sorry I killed you. I am sorry I never told you how I really feel. I am so sorry, Killian.”

Emma continued to stay on the ground, crying and saying over and over again how sorry she was for everything. She knew that sooner or later she will have to go back to the ship, go back to Henry and her parents, but she couldn’t leave him there. She couldn’t leave Hook alone in the forest, on an island where no one cared about him.

Emma looked again at Hook, eyes closed and not moving. She had to admit that he looked much younger like that, not a single worry on his face and she wondered if this is how people felt when they die. She stroked his face again, her eyes moving from his eyes to his lips. They were so close to kissing today, not once, but twice, and they had been interrupted both times, the second time bringing him his death. She never got to feel his lips on hers and now she never would.

Her tears continued to run down her face, falling onto his. One of them fell on his lips and Emma couldn't stop herself. She must be crazy, wanting to kiss a dead man, but she needed to. She needed to know how his lips felt, even in this state.

“Killian, I am so sorry I did this to you. You wanted to help me, protect me. I’ve been a bitch to you, yelling and punching you, without realizing that all this time my walls made me do it, in a desperate move to keep you away and protect my heart. But all this time I should have let you in. I should have let my heart have what it wanted from the very beginning. You. Deep down, my heart wanted you and I kept you away like the idiot I am.”

With one last stroke of her hand on his cheek, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. She didn’t expect anything to happen, she knew he wouldn’t answer, but still, she couldn’t let him go. She pressed her lips harder to his and that’s when she felt her magic taking over.

She didn’t see any light, any rainbow like the time when she kissed Henry; she saw nothing. She just felt her magic taking her over, taking over them.

She kept her lips on his, not wanting to let him go. She was still kissing him when she felt it. Or maybe she imagined it? She felt his lips answering hers, but that wasn’t possible, right? He was dead. Then she felt his skin starting to warm under her hand. What was going on?

She wanted to pull away, to look at him and try to understand what was going on. When she started to raise her head, she felt a hand in her hair, pressing her back to him. Under her lips, Hook’s lips were forming what felt to her as a grin or even a full blown smile, kissing her back. She smiled too, feeling him alive under her hands so she gave in, kissing him harder than she kissed anyone in all her 28 years.

[ouatsnark]

saw someone say once cs got together their relationship was just straight up love bombing and then hook putting emma down when what she was doing wasn't about him but their romantic relationship was a really long process in their timeline, i need a debunking

Do people not understand how people falling in love flirt?

Killian Jones made some pretty colorful declarations but the thing is... he was completely and totally sincere about them. His actions backed up his words. From the start he was impressed with Emma's leadership and we saw how he listened and followed her lead for the entire series. He declares that he intends to win her heart but not through any trickery and again he stands by that as he waits patiently for her to see who he is then lets her make every single move in their relationship. He once says that he would like to know everything about her and this was the truth because he follows through in S4 when he asks her to "show him her beginnings" and proceeds to learn who Emma really is. This is reflected in him bringing her onion rings, in knowing that his Emma wouldn't be trying to destroy light magic and in that story time speech he gives. These were not love bombs but honest declarations. There's probably even more but those are some top examples off the top of my head.

There is not one instance of Hook putting Emma down while they were together and not cursed and there is NOT ONE SINGLE instance of Hook EVER putting Emma down because something wasn't about him. That's just a straight up lie someone fanoned up cause they felt like they needed more fodder for their hate.

[kmomof4]

Return to Me: A New Fic for CSSNS24

Here is my second fic for the final @cssns!!

Ohhhhhh, I am SO EXCITED to share this fic with you!! I have to tell y'all, I thought I had an idea of what the original Dracula story looked like, and that idea is what inspired this fic. But turns out, I had no idea what Dracula was really about, which shouldn't have surprised me since I've never read the book nor seen any Dracula movie. Too much of a wimp... But anyway, that idea is where this fic came from, even if the idea bore almost no resemblance to the original story. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!

@snowbellewells and @hollyethecurious deserve all the love and long distance internet hugs for their beta work on this fic. They both had suggestions and insights that made it so much better!!! Thank you so much, ladies!!!

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Summary: Vampire Killian Jones has been waiting for his bride to return to him for 250yrs, and now that she has, there are a couple of obstacles that must be overcome before they can truly be together. Will they succeed?

*Spoiler Alert*

Of course they will. Happy endings are ALWAYS guaranteed with me...

Words: 7300

Rating: M for violence and smut

Tags: CSSNS24, Vampires, Reincarnation, TLK, Happy Ending, Temporary Major Character Death

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Return to Me

Queen Emma stood at the window in the highest tower of the castle she called home and watched as her love led their army away to fight King Malcolm - the despot of a cobbled together kingdom some leagues away, who’d now turned his sights on adding her husband’s small kingdom to his dominion. 

She had no doubt that Killian would ultimately emerge victorious, but she couldn’t help the dread that squeezed her heart as she watched him march away, leading his men into battle. Their kingdom was small but prosperous, their people strong, loyal, and eager to defend their homeland and their Sovereign from the aggression of a very well-known and universally hated tyrant. The people of Malcolm’s kingdom were little more than slaves to his oppression, with no real strength or motivation, other than fear, to conquer strong and well-defended lands. 

There was nothing she could do but hope and pray for his safe return to her, so she turned away from the window and prepared herself for the day ahead. She was no stranger to duty and was ready to fulfill hers while her beloved was away. It was important for the remaining people in her kingdom to see and to know that their welfare would not suffer while their Sovereign was absent. And that duty fell now to Emma alone. Just as her husband wouldn’t fail their kingdom, she would prevail in her charge as well.

Many hours later, a large hand slammed over Emma’s mouth, waking her from a sound sleep. The strangled scream that burst from her was muffled both by the offending appendage and the way she struggled within her assailant’s grasp. It was only moments before the hand was replaced with a gag that was stuffed in her mouth and a bag placed over her head. A strong arm was wrapped around her middle as she did everything she could to escape. There were several of them, as evidenced by the grasping hands trying to grab her flailing limbs. They were finally successful, and her hands and legs were bound securely as she was carried through the silent halls of the castle. The guards who should have defended their queen had obviously been dealt with when her kidnappers approached her chambers. 

They emerged into the night, evidenced by the slight breeze against her bare arms. She was unceremoniously thrown into a cage of some sort - the wooden bars solid and tearing at her exposed skin. She tried to stand in her prison as, with a jerk, they began to move, but her tied hands and feet made that impossible. She fell into a heap, tears of pain and fear filling her eyes.

Still blinded by the bag over her head - the stink of it making it difficult to draw a deep breath - Emma tried her best to keep her wits about her and not panic.

Who were these men and where were they taking her?

~*~*~

She must have fallen asleep at some point in their journey, because she was jerked into wakefulness when they came to a sudden stop. The air didn’t seem as close now as when they set out from the castle, and the sounds of many horses and low murmurs among the clanking of iron told her she was in the camp of an army. King Malcolm must have sent men to kidnap her to give him an advantage in the coming battle. She could hear her captors dismounting and coming to the door of her cage.

She positioned herself as far away from the door as she possibly could. There was blessed little hope for escape, but she wouldn’t make it easy for them. The gate of her prison was opened and, from the lurching tilt of the cage, she knew the man who’d just climbed inside was quite large. She held her breath waiting for him to put his hands on her. She suppressed a shudder of revulsion as a large hand wrapped around her bound ankles and began to pull her forward. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as his stench reached her. The moment she perceived that she was close enough, she pulled her head back and then forcefully jerked it forward, hoping beyond hope that she’d make contact with some tender part of her aggressor’s anatomy.

A sickening crunch and a howl of pain reached her ears a moment later. The hand around her ankles disappeared, and Emma began kicking her legs, trying to keep anyone else from laying their hands on her person. But her victory was short-lived. Similar to the night before, strong arms wrapped around her middle and hauled her bodily out of the cage she’d traveled in. 

She twisted and flailed as much as she could while in her captor’s grasp, until she was put down on her feet and tied securely to some kind of post or tree. Only then was the bag over her head removed.

She blinked furiously against the bright morning sunlight that was just cresting the hill on which she stood. Once her eyes focused, she could see the army bearing the colors of her kingdom on the opposite hill, on the other side of a small valley where the two armies would presumably meet in battle. The army and her beloved were too far away to see clearly, but she now knew with certainty who had kidnapped her and also had a pretty good idea of his plans for her.

She turned her head to the side to see King Malcolm, a gloating sneer on his face. Finally seeing him in person rather than conjuring him in her mind's eye, he wasn’t nearly as impressive as the tales made him out to be. He was only slightly taller than she was - certainly not as tall as Killian - stocky, and with straight hair the color of dirt. His teeth were yellow, though the beard and mustache he sported was neatly trimmed.

He stroked his chin as he moved toward her. “It’s a shame that I’ve already bound myself to Lady Fiona,” he mused, his sneer turning lascivious as he looked her up and down. “You’d make quite a lovely bride…”

His words came to a sudden stop when Emma spit in his face. He roughly grabbed her chin in his hand and moved closer to her, his face inches from her own. He stank, like the rest of his men, and Emma was glad she’d had nothing to eat for hours, or she would surely lose it from the foulness invading her nostrils.

“Now you listen here, you draggle-tail.” The sneer was back in full force, and Emma glared with all the animosity she held in her heart for this foul coward of a man. “The only reason you’re still alive is because I want to be sure King Killian sees what happens to those who defy me.” He turned away from her, and over his shoulder she could just see the line of her kingdom’s army charging down the hill toward the valley.

They were too far. He was too far. He’d never reach her in time. A calm resolve settled about her shoulders. King Malcolm intended to kill her to punish Killian. She could see him now at the front of the army, though he was still too far to make out any details of his beloved face.

She thought back over the past weeks and months of their lives together. Killian approaching her father to arrange their marriage. The flutter in her heart and instant connection she felt with him when she saw him for the first time as she entered the church to join her life to his. After their wedding, when she was escorted to her chambers - Killian explaining that he did not expect consummation of their marriage when they’d only met a few hours ago at the altar - turning to her husband and informing him that she expected consummation and would be sharing his bed henceforth. Killian’s affectionate appellation the exchange engendered. The days, and nights, since then, the love and happiness they’d found together. 

She gasped in pain as the blade King Malcolm carried found its mark. Numbness spread through her body from the fatal wound as her lifeblood spilled to the ground below. 

She could see Killian now, far enough ahead of the main line of the army, even as darkness encroached on her vision. His scream of anguish reached her ears even as she sagged against her bonds, her strength failing her. Her vision was blurring, but she struggled to keep her eyes on him until the last possible moment. 

I love you, Killian.

Then her eyes closed and Emma knew no more.

~*~*~

Many, MANY years later

Killian awoke from his slumber at dusk, yet another long and lonely night stretched out before him. No different from every other night. He sighed, melancholy settling on his shoulders like a cloak. He didn’t know how much longer he could endure this lonely existence. But when he thought of the future - the future he was waiting for, that he’d been promised - he knew he could wait forever. To the end of the world, or time. 

As he moved through the corridors of the castle, something came over him. He could smell a freshness in the air, a sense of anticipation that rivaled the longing for spring when the first crocuses and snowdrops pushed through the frozen ground.

Turning his attention to the village below his castle, he sent forth his preternatural hearing to try and locate the source of this difference in the air. The village was growing quiet as shopkeepers closed their doors, children were called inside, and families gathered around the table for the evening meal. All was as it should be. As King of this tiny kingdom, he took his duty to see to the welfare of his people seriously. Just as he had during his days of life. Even if it wasn’t strictly necessary any longer.

The inn on the edge of the village drew his attention as he focused in on the newcomer who’d just entered the common room. The kingdom didn’t have visitors. Since the day his existence had changed, no one but those specifically traveling here for some reason had ever come. So this man had a reason for being here, and Killian needed to know what it was. The man’s voice had an oddly familiar huskiness to it - something about the cadence and inflection, the way he uttered the words more than the words themselves - that made Killian want - no, need - to see exactly who spoke.

With a wave of his hand, he transformed into a bat and quickly flew down to the large pine tree in the open courtyard of the inn. This particular perch would give him a good vantage point to see inside both the stables and the common room, as well as many of the private rooms inside, in case he wasn’t immediately able to put eyes on the speaker who had brought him down to the village in the first place.

He hung upside down from one of the lower boughs of the tree, peering inside the common room, when the freshness of the air he’d noticed earlier permeated his concentration causing him to turn his attention to the stables. An involuntary gasp in the form of a high pitched squeak- too high for humans to hear- left him as his eyes beheld his love for the first time in centuries.

His shock was profound as he transformed back to himself and hid in the shadows of the huge tree. Blood tears filled his eyes as they eagerly drank in everything about his Swan - his pet name for his beloved bride because of her beauty and fierceness if provoked. Long golden hair that curled slightly was gathered at the crown of her head, but still hung down to her shoulder blades. His keen eyesight could see the green of her eyes and even the dimples on her chin and on either side of her full pink mouth that he’d traced many times with his tongue in the throes of passion. It was all the time he had before she entered the common room of the inn, shutting the door tightly behind her.

Killian moved to the window, still careful to remain in the shadows, to see if she joined the man he was seeking or if she was traveling alone. She sat down at a table across from a man whose countenance tickled the edges of Killian’s memory, but he couldn’t quite place him. They were sitting close enough to the window that he had no trouble hearing their conversation.

“Neal, what is going on here?” she asked, furtively looking around, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You bring me to this… place… not on any map, out in the middle of nowhere with no explanation other than you have some mission to fulfill before the wedding. This looks straight out of, I don’t know, almost Medieval times. No paved roads, or vehicles for that matter, other than carts and horses. The women are all dressed like…” She looked down and motioned vaguely at her own attire of pants tucked into tall boots and a close-fitting shirt with no evidence of a corset underneath, all covered by a red leather jacket that barely skimmed her waist. “Not like me.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “It’s like time stood still here.” She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. “I think it’s time you told me exactly what this mission is and why we’re here.”

Just at that moment, the innkeeper approached their table holding two keys. “Dr. Cassidy, Miss Swan,” he began. Killian was shaken down to his marrow to hear his own sobriquet applied as a proper name to his reincarnated love. She looked at the innkeeper confusion furrowing her brow. 

“We’re together,” she informed him. “We just need one room.”

The innkeeper shook his head. “Separate rooms for men and women who are not married,” he informed her. “King Killian would never allow otherwise.” He left the keys on the table and withdrew just as one of the serving girls laid down plates of roasted chicken, vegetables, and fresh baked bread in front of them.

The consternation on her visage was very familiar, and Killian felt a surge of inexpressible joy that brought a wide smile to his lips. 

“Is he kidding?” she asked this Dr. Neal Cassidy. The stare she pinned him with was also very familiar, and Killian could almost feel sorry for the man as he seemed to squirm a bit under her intense gaze. “Explain. Now,” she continued. “What is this place? What are we doing here?” 

The man leaned across the table and lowered his voice, obviously not wanting to be overheard. 

“Ems,” he began, glancing around to make sure there was no one near enough to hear him. Too bad he didn’t know Killian stood just on the other side of the wall and could hear every word that proceeded from his lips. “The reason we’re here - the mission - is to kill…” His love’s eyes widened as Dr. Cassidy glanced around again to be sure there was still no one within earshot, “a vampire.”

Killian let out a resigned breath as full recognition flooded him. Here we go again, he thought. The reason this Dr. Cassidy sounded, and then looked, vaguely familiar to him was because he was of King Malcolm’s bloodline. The last in a long, long line of adversaries who refused to leave him in peace. 

“A… vampire?” she asked, incredulously. “But…”

“Don’t say they don’t exist,” Cassidy interrupted, his hand waving dismissively about. “I can assure you, they do. And this one has had a vendetta against my family for 250 years.” Killian could clearly see the disbelief in his love’s eyes as the man continued his impassioned explanation. “This vampire has killed every single one of my male ancestors, from my own father to my great-great-great-whatever going back to 1768. Why, I have no idea. But I didn’t want us to begin our lives together with this shadow hanging over us. So I’m here to kill him, before he comes after me. And I will succeed.”

The words took a moment to register, but once they did, Killian’s eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed in suspicion. This man, this Dr. Cassidy - descendent of Malcolm, the man who’d… - was planning to marry his Swan. He stood rooted in the shadows unable to do anything but watch and seethe in helpless fury.

“Neal…” she began, doubt and confusion in her eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” he insisted, interrupting her rudely. “Look, I know it sounds crazy, but you wanted an explanation and you got it. Just trust me, ok?”

“Fine,” she said, though her eyes told a different story altogether. “Let’s say I trust you, and vampires are real.” The skepticism in her tone was on full display, and Killian knew she still didn’t believe Dr. Cassidy’s words. “What if you don’t kill him?” she asked. “What if he kills you, too?”

“He won’t,” he assured her, reaching across the table toward her. “We’ll attack during the day, while he’s asleep. A stake to the heart and cutting off his head will ensure his death. Then we can return home, get married, and live our lives in peace.” 

Killian ground his teeth in anger at the lies Dr. Cassidy was spinning. Why the man felt the need for deception about the history between his family - King Malcolm’s progeny - and Killian himself, he could only speculate. But the man was obviously not worthy to call his Swan his own. 

“And you know how to find him?” she asked.

Dr. Cassidy nodded and pulled out a small notebook. “This has been handed down to me from my father and from his father before him. Everything we need to know to kill the creature is right here.” He opened the book and flipped to a page with a map. “This is a map of the castle, so yes, I know exactly how to find him.” 

They finished their meal in relative silence. Once they’d satisfied their respective appetites, they each took a key and walked toward the stairs on the other side of the common room. Killian’s gaze fixed on Dr. Cassidy. He had some plans to make before he’d surely face this latest adversary come dawn.

~*~*~

Emma Swan rummaged through her duffle and pulled out her sleep shorts and tank top as she tried and failed to put Neal’s words from her mind.

Something about his explanation didn’t ring true to her. She had a sixth sense type of thing- she likened it to a superpower- but she could always tell when someone was lying to her. And as she ran back over his words about the vampire, she knew he was not telling her the truth. Not about the vampire himself, though. As unbelievable as his words were, they were not the rambling mutterings of a madman. And her superpower had been completely silent when he spoke about its existence. It was only when he spoke of the reason for the vampire’s vendetta that her intuition awoke, telling her of his deception. He had to know why, why the vampire was targeting his family. That was the only thing he said that wasn’t straight facts. For some reason though, he didn’t want her to know what the reason was.

She crawled into bed, closed her eyes, and prayed sleep would find her quickly.

It seemed only minutes later that Emma felt a feather light brush against her cheek and heard whispered words laden with tender affection.

“Emma. Emma, my Swan.”

Her eyelids fluttered open and her gaze landed on the most handsome man she’d ever seen. There was something very familiar about him, though she couldn’t say just what it was. It didn’t even occur to her to be alarmed at the presence of a strange man in her room. His hair was black as midnight and his blue eyes shone in the moonlight spilling into the room. His skin was unnaturally pale and neatly trimmed scruff the same color as his hair covered his jaw. He was tall and well built. His pants clung to the long lean muscles in his legs and he wore a dark shirt that wouldn’t look out of place on a pirate of old underneath a red brocade vest. 

“Who are you?” she asked as she sat up in the bed. “How do you know my name? What are you doing here?”

He knelt beside her bed and extended his hand toward her. She placed her hand in his, feeling inexplicably drawn toward him.

“I am Killian Jones,” he said. His voice was low and rich and it wrapped around her like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. “I am the Sovereign of these lands, and you are my love. I’ve waited for you for 250 years.”

“What?!” she cried, pulling her hand from his. His last words made her mind race back to what Neal had said earlier as she quickly put the pieces together. “You’re the vampire!” She couldn’t contain the horror in her voice or, she was sure, on her face. “Oh, God! You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” She could hardly believe what she was seeing, visual confirmation of Neal’s words. She pulled her legs toward her chest and scooted as close to the head of the bed as she could, trying to present as small a target as was possible. “Why me? Neal said you targeted his family! I’m not his family, yet!”

“No, my Swan,” he assured her, gentle compassion beset on his features, his hand still outstretched, her superpower as silent as could be. “I am not here to kill you. You are my bride. Returned to me. As promised.”

Bride? Returned to me? As promised? “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Nobody promised anyone anything!” she exclaimed. Without fully realizing what she was doing, she extended a hand towards him, and he gently clasped her fingers.

Love. A deep and abiding love that she’d never known swept over her as pictures filled her mind. Pictures narrated by the man kneeling before her. 

“King Malcolm demanded tribute from our small but prosperous kingdom. He was nothing but a tyrant, and I refused. Our people were loyal and strong, and I knew that we could defeat him if it came to battle. The dawn when we were to meet, our lookout ran to me with his spyglass. I opened it and trained it across the valley to where his army was mustered.” 

A gasp of profound grief filled her mind as she saw what Killian saw through the spyglass. A woman tied to a post, her face covered with a dark bag. The obvious leader of the army, King Malcolm, grabbed the bag off of the woman’s head, her long blonde hair settling about her shoulders. There wasn’t time to get a good look at her face, but the scream of anguish from Killian told her that whoever it was, was someone of great import to him. He sounded the advance - the thunder of hooves and battle cries of the men deafening in Emma’s mind. Watching the scene now through Killian’s eyes, as they got closer to the opposing army, King Malcolm drew his blade across the throat of the blonde woman, Killian’s cry of fury now filling her mind. The armies met, and Killian was relentless against his adversaries until he met King Malcolm himself. The fighting between the two men was brief - Killian obviously a far superior swordsman. It was only moments before Killian’s sword was buried in his enemy’s gut, withdrawn and brought down again where King Malcolm’s neck met his shoulder, literally slicing the man in two. 

The battle was over, and Killian rushed to the dead woman on the other side of the valley. Emma watched through Killian’s eyes as he gently turned her face towards him. Emma’s breath caught and she couldn’t look away from the ashen visage of Killian’s beloved- her own face. His grief and despair poured from his lips as he gathered his love to his chest, uncaring of her blood that covered him. 

Killian’s narration resumed.

“King Malcolm was soundly defeated, paying for his hubris with his life. But not before he took my greatest treasure away from me. My Swan, my bride, my Emma. We’d only been married a few months when I rode away to war. If I’d known what his plans were…” 

His words drifted off for a moment before resuming again. “I’d heard of a witch who lived in the woods near the border of our kingdom. I’d left her in peace because, to my knowledge, she didn’t use her magic for nefarious purposes. I took the body of my beloved to her, mad in my grief, hoping that something could be done to bring my love back to me.”

Emma watched as Killian emerged into a clearing with a small hut on the opposite side. She could smell the woodsmoke tinged with aromatic herbs from the chimney. Could hear his gasping cries and the sound of his pounding fist upon the door. When it opened, Emma gasped in horror. The witch had no face. Long matted red hair framed a pale visage with thick black stitches where her eyes should be. She spoke in an otherworldly whisper as she invited Killian Jones in.

He laid the body of his beloved on a pallet on the floor and begged the witch to do something, anything. Holding her hands out in front of her, Emma gasped again at the bright blue eyes in the center of each of the witch’s palms. She slowly moved her arms back and forth, the eyes darting around, before she began to speak.

“I am powerless against the bonds of death, Killian Jones,” she murmured, but with an undertone that reminded Emma of the swell of the ocean pounding against the rocks of the seashore. “But know this, your love will return to you one day, not by my hand and many lifetimes hence. I will give you a potion that will enable you to live until that time. When she returns to you, her True Love's Kiss will restore you to life and you will live out your days in peace.”

The witch fell silent and her arms dropped to her side, the unnerving eyes now covered from Emma’s sight. The witch turned to a shelf laden with bottles and her hands moved surely among them until they settled on the one she sought. She turned back to Killian and handed him the bottle before speaking again.

“Drinking this will give you endless life, and will freeze time within the confines of your kingdom. The night will be your domain, and you will thirst for blood. Until the time your True Love returns to you.”

Killian uncorked the bottle and downed the contents in one go. It was only seconds later that he doubled over in excruciating pain, his cries surely reaching far beyond the woods in which they all stood. It seemed forever to Emma, but his cries finally came to an end and he straightened upright again. His eyes darted around the hut before landing on the witch. Emma could feel the struggle within him - his thirst for blood was overwhelming, but his gratitude for the witch’s prophecy and the potion kept him from slaking that thirst on the first available person he met. His hands shook as he reached out toward her, expressing his thanks. He turned and picked up his bride and quickly took his leave. It wasn’t far into the woods before the thirst took him completely. He hid his love and found a deer to satisfy his hunger. Emma had never hunted anything in her life and couldn’t watch this particular scene. As she waited for it to be over, she heard his voice in her head again.

“Since this time, I have never left my lands.” His voice was sad, resigned, the weight of centuries contained within it. “I’ve only left my halls to feed on the animals of the forest as I waited for you to return to me. Malcolm was the first, but he was by no means the last, to seek to forcibly take my dominion from me. Over the centuries, father and then son have sought to destroy me, but all have failed. Your Dr. Cassidy is the last of that line. Each one has come after me. I have never, in 250 years, sought them out. Malcolm was the one who took you from me, and he tasted my wrath. I held no ill will toward his progeny. I have only ever defended myself against their aggression.”

The scenes came to an end, and Emma was back in her room in the inn, Killian Jones, still gently holding her hand in his own, kneeling before her.

“I knew he was lying,” she whispered. “He said he didn’t know why you targeted his family, but you didn’t. They targeted you.” He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. “His great-great…” Emma shook her head slightly, “whatever murdered your love… Murdered… me?” He nodded again. “And you’ve been waiting for me to return to you all this time.” Emma’s heart broke at the sadness in his eyes, and she moved to the edge of her bed, placing her feet on the floor, only inches separating them. “I can’t. I won’t allow this to happen.” She brought her hand to his face and cupped his jaw before lifting his face to hers and placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

A prism of rainbow colors blew through the room, and Emma gasped as she pulled back from him. Memories of her previous life flooded her mind - the contract of marriage drawn up between her father and Killian, her love for him from the moment she laid eyes on her betrothed, the swan nickname that he’d called her when she insisted on sharing his bed on their wedding night. She remembered the happy days of their lives before Killian had ridden off to defend their home from Malcolm and then being kidnapped and murdered on a high hill, her beloved on the other side of the small valley that lay between them.

“Killian,” she cried, falling into his arms where he still knelt on the floor. She kissed him fiercely, her hands in his hair, her body held in strong arms and lined up against his from their knees to their lips. They separated briefly, and Emma thought she could drown in the bottomless pools of blue that stared back at her. His skin was no longer pale, but glowed with youth and health. Her fingers trailed lightly down his face to his neck where she could feel his pulse fluttering under her fingers.

“Emma,” he whispered. “You’ve returned to me, and brought me back to life.” He was too overcome to say anymore and rose to his feet, his beloved still in his arms. Taking a deep breath, he was completely without words to express the love and joy flowing through him, not to mention the blood flowing through his veins! He was alive! At long last! He lived again, and his Emma, his Swan, was in his arms after 25o years. He captured her lips with his, teeth and tongues clashing with all the fervor of lovers long separated, finally reunited.

He lowered her to the bed and drew back, his eyes raking over his beloved, taking her in from head to toe - green eyes like emeralds glazed with passion, blonde hair fanned out over her pillow, her lips were red and kiss swollen, her chest heaved, nipples at attention as she struggled to catch her breath. Her long long legs writhed on the bed, seeking friction for the arousal she clearly felt.

“You are so beautiful, my Swan,” he murmured. His fingers trailed lightly down her arms, then sought the bare skin underneath the bodice she wore. She gasped and grasped the bottom of the garment before drawing it over her head in one smooth movement, baring her breasts to him. 

Killian quickly removed his own clothing as she took her bottoms off before returning to her on the bed. Stretching out beside his love, his fingers lightly grazed the side of her breast as his mouth sought hers again. His moan of rapture came from the depths of his very soul. His beloved wife was returned to him. There were times over the past two and a half centuries that he despaired of ever seeing this day, but now that it was here, it seemed all these years without her were but a blink of an eye.

The fervent and frantic motions between them calmed when Killian captured her lips. Emma clung to him, drawing him closer and closer to where she desperately needed him. Her hands traced the long lines of his back from his shoulders to his ass, and delighted at the lean strength she found there. She rolled to her back, bringing him with her, settling him between her legs. Pressing her hips against his hardness, she shuddered at the exquisite pleasure that raced down her spine.

Killian released her lips and dipped his tongue into the two dimples on either side of her mouth and the one on her chin, just as he had remembered doing earlier this evening when beholding her for the first time in so long. He worked his way down the graceful slope of her neck, nibbling and biting, leaving open mouth kisses and raising gooseflesh in his wake. He circled one nipple and then the other with his tongue before drawing it into the warm cavern of his mouth, sucking gently. Her moan of pleasure went straight to his cock and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to wait to be inside her until he brought her to the pinnacle of ecstasy. 

“Killian,” she breathed, writhing beneath him. “Killian, please. I need you so much.”

“Patience, dearest,” he replied in between kisses down her torso. “I must quench my thirst on you now.” She released her breath on a shaky exhale as he spread her legs and blew gently on her soaked folds. Killian couldn’t help but chuckle as she squirmed, but his need was also great, so he dove into the decadent feast laid out before him and was rewarded with a burst of sweetness on his tongue and a high pitched cry from his beloved signaling her climax. He lapped up every drop she bestowed on him before moving up her delectable body once again. Capturing her lips once more, he lined himself up with her channel and pushed into her scorching hot depths.

“Emma,” he cried, “How I love you!” He began to move, slowly at first, but then with more speed as his passion overtook him. 

“I love you, too, Killian,” she moaned. “Take me. Mark me. Make me yours! Please!” 

“I have missed you… so much… my love…” He buried his face in her neck and obliging her words, sucked on her pulse point, drawing heat to the surface of her skin. Her walls gripped him as she fell again, and he could hold himself back no longer, emptying himself into her with a roar of euphoria. 

He collapsed onto his love, but couldn’t open his eyes for several minutes, his newly alive body utterly exhausted. When he could move again, he rolled off of her and gathered her into his arms, nuzzling and kissing her neck. She hummed in satisfaction and met his lips with her own. 

“At times, I would despair that this day would ever come,” he murmured into her lips.

“But I’m here now. And I’ll never leave you,” she promised him. “We need to do something about Neal. He plans to kill you come dawn.”

Killian chuckled amusedly. “Let him come. I’m human again. I won’t be asleep like he expects. I’ll be waiting for him.”

“Let me,” Emma said, her green eyes flashing, her voice filled with passion. “His ancestor started all this - trying to take everything from you and separating us for 250 years by murder, no less. And Neal lied to me about you. Allow me recompense for all that he and his ancestors have taken from us.”

Killian stroked her cheek tenderly. “As you wish, my love.” He gathered her close, her head resting on his chest. “Once we awaken in the morning, you’ll meet him and I’ll slip away to the castle. I’ll be waiting for you in the great hall.” He smiled gently at her. “We will resume our rule of this land, side by side. As it should be.”

“I can’t wait,” Emma murmured. She reached up and kissed him gently before settling her head back on his chest again. It wasn’t long before her breaths evened out and deepened, indicating her peaceful slumber. Killian struggled to remain awake for just a few minutes more of finally holding his love in his arms again after so long. He stroked her hair gently and kissed the top of her head before his eyes slowly closed.

~*~*~

Killian peeled his eyes open and sat up, alarmed, to find himself alone in his chambers at his castle. The magic within him - that bound him and his kingdom - always made sure that he was safely ensconced in his castle before dawn. And the remnants he could feel now left within him must have done the same. Even if it was no longer necessary. He gasped in fear and looked down at his hands in a panic, terrified he might find it was a dream and he was still a vampire. The sun was just beginning to rise over the trees and into his chambers and he could clearly see that his hands were warm and pink with life, rather than the pale ashen color he’d seen for so long. 

He rose from his bed, still naked, his eyes darting around his chambers. It was dawn, and he was awake! He was alive! He hadn’t seen the sun in 250 years and it was glorious! The comparison to Emma’s hair was completely unavoidable. 

Emma!

She’d be here with Dr. Cassidy soon, and Killian needed to prepare himself. He dressed himself carefully and proceeded to the great hall to receive his guests.

~*~*~

Emma and Neal approached the castle, bold as brass. When she’d awoken alone that morning, Killian’s clothes were still scattered around the room, testimony to the night of passion she’d shared with her love, besides the sizable hickey he’d left on her neck. She’d needed to leave her hair down to hide it from Neal when they left the inn on horseback about forty-five minutes before. Now they could clearly see the gates of the castle, wide open.

As if they were expected.

It was exactly the same as her memories of her past life. As they passed under the portcullis, she knew what she’d see - the wide courtyard where the market day was held weekly, or the army Killian commanded practiced drills. They approached the keep, and Emma held her breath. Neal strutted forward as if he was the lord of this castle, and Emma ground her teeth in anger. 

She followed behind him as he consulted the notebook he’d shown her the night before. They continued through the halls of the castle until they entered the Great Hall. Emma’s heart leapt to see Killian on the other side, silently waiting for them. 

“Killian,” she cried, running to him, completely uncaring about Neal’s reaction. He rose to his feet, unspeakable joy on his face. Catching her in his arms, their lips met in a kiss so full of passion, she never wanted it to end. 

Much too soon for her liking, Killian pulled back. 

“My love,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down her cheek. The move was so full of tenderness, it made Emma want to weep.

She met his sapphire gaze with her own and whispered. “Soon,” she assured him before turning to Neal, who stood dumbfounded where she’d left him by the doors. Taking slow, deliberate steps, Emma crossed the room until she stood just a few feet away from her former fiancé.

“I imagine you have some questions,” she began. “Are you wondering how we could possibly know each other, what that kiss was about, exactly what is going on here? I am very happy to answer those questions,” she said with a satisfied smirk on her face. She paused for a moment, before taking another slow and deliberate step toward him. “But not before you hear what I have to say to you.” 

Another step.

“You lied to me,” she accused softly. “You said that this monster had a vendetta against your family, and you didn’t know why. When actually, it was the other way around. Your family held on to a hopeless vendetta against him.” The blood drained out of Neal’s face, and Emma couldn’t help the small smile that touched her lips. “You and each of your male ancestors have come against him. Never has he come against you. Not once in two-hundred-fifty years.”

“Emma…”

“Now, for the questions… And the answer is really all rolled up into one. What exactly is going on here? Justice. You came here, the last in a long long line, expecting to finally destroy the vampire whom you claim has plagued your family for centuries. When actually, my True Love and I will be exacting retribution for your and your family’s crimes against us.”

Neal’s voice shook as he whispered, “True Love?”

“Yes,” she replied. “True Love. And you want to know how I know?” She nodded at him, a knowing and gleeful smile on her face. “I know because after he told me the truth, his kiss brought the memories of my past life back to me and brought him back to life again. This vampire has waited for me to return to him after your ancestor murdered me in cold blood, in full view of him and the armies they both led. Since then, your family has come against him, over and over again, until this very day. You are the last. And you will be the last. With no son to take up your vendetta, we will live out the rest of our lives in peace.”

With those words, Emma reached into the bag at her side where she carried all the weapons Neal had brought along on his fruitless quest. Quick as lightning, she pulled out the wickedly sharp wooden stake that he’d planned to plunge into Killian’s chest and plunged it into his neck. Blood poured through his fingers, too much to be stopped. He staggered forward, his other arm reaching for her, his eyes glazed and unseeing. Emma stepped back out of his reach into Killian’s warm embrace.

It was only moments before he was completely still. Emma turned to face her True Love and was shocked to see tears in his eyes.

“What is it?” she asked.

“It’s over,” he said in a whisper.

“It’s over,” she repeated, nodding gently. 

“And you’ve returned to me.” A tear slowly tracked down his face as he looked into her eyes and tenderly, reverently stroked her cheek.

“And I’ve returned to you.” She lifted her hand to his face and drew him down to her lips, her kiss promising forever.

The End

~*~*~

Thank you so much for reading and sharing! I'd love to know what you think!!

[kathcroissant]

otp challenge????

Okay so there’s this thing I saw on someone’s tumblr

Pick your top ten ships without reading the questions.

here are mine:

1. Stucky (aka Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes from Marvel’s Captain America)

2. Johnlock (aka John Watson x Sherlock Holmes from Sherlock BBC)

3. Stydia (aka Stiles Stilinski x Lydia Martin from Teen Wolf)

4. Phan (aka Phil Lester x Daniel Howell from Youtube)

5. Klaine (aka Kurt Hummel x Blaine Anderson from Glee)

6. Dastiel (aka Dean Winchester x Castiel from Supernatural)

7. SpideyPool (aka Spider-Man x Deadpool from Marvel’s Comics)

8. CaptainSwan (aka Captain Hook x Emma Swan from Once Upon A Time)

9. Malec (aka Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood from Cassandra Clair’s Shadowhunters & Freeform’s Shadowhunters TV Series)

10. Cherik (aka Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr from X-Men)

Questions: 

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Dastiel. Wow that is actually my first gay ship EVER. I started shipping them about 6 years ago mainly because of random fan art and fanfiction, I don’t thing there is a scene or an episode that made me ship them, I think the fandom on the internet did lol. 

2. Have you ever read a FanFiction about 2?

I read SO MUCH FANFICTION about Johnlock. Beginning summer 2016 I had such an intense phase of shipping them for about 9 months. I was literally going insane and wishing for it to go away, I’m not even joking. And I read I think almost EVERY good fanfic there is in the fandom (NOT joking). I can just open ao3 and start commenting on fics, cause I read them all omg what is my life seriously.

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr?

Phan indeed was my screen saver once. Only once. Cause I kinda... um... I don’t like shipping them (or any RP for that matter) but there’s nothing I can do about it I need help.

4. If 7 were to suddenly break up today, what would your reaction be?

Spydeypool is not cannon (unless there’s smth Idk?) but I would be offended if they broke up... haha

5. Why is 1 so important?

Stucky was more important than my own fucking life for 2 years straight all right???? They’re beautiful, their story is beautiful, protect Bucky Barnes at all cost. 

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

This is definitely a serious shi(t)p. So much drama jfc. 

7. Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

I’d say Phan  Cherik. Have you even seen Days of Future Past?

8. Out of all of the ships, which ship has the strongest bond?   

Kill me, but it’s Phan.

9. How many times have you read/watched 10’s fandom?

Not as much as I wish. I mean those shipping “phases” that I usually get of different pairings just never last very long when it comes to Cherik. But don’t worry, I had my fair share of them. Still intend to have so more in the future I hope. Btw I’ve watched Days of Future Past like million times cause it’s the second best Marvel (Fox hah) movie there is okay?

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

For me? Stucky. As I said, two fucking years of my life. Not that I stopped shipping them, noooo. It’s just not that intense anymore, I guess.

11. How many times, if ever, has 6 broken up?

Again, Dastiel is not a cannon ship. But if it were, there would’ve been sooooooo many break ups honestly because Dean Winchester is a bloody drama queen.

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

Ooh, Johnlock or CaptainSwan? Shit, I don’t know??? But I think like... Sherlock would probably freak the fuck out if he saw zombies, cause you know... unexplainable and that would be his and John’s downfall. So CaptainSwan would probs survive.

13. Did 7 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

Spideypool is not cannon (but they should be jfc have you seen the comics????). I think they would hide their love eyes for each other cause some shit reason Idk my brain can’t explain it.

14. Is 4 still together?

Is Phan still together? You can’t ask me that. Don’t you ask me that like EVER. Just... DON’T.

15. Is 10 cannon?

Nope. But Cherik is one of those pairings that are just cannon, even if it’s not. D’u know what I mean???

16. If all ten ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

There would be like an intense fight between Stucky, Spideypool and Cherik cause you know superheroes and all that. 

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 5’s ship?

Are you talking about sabotaging Klaine?? Like, YEAH

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

Stucky all the fucking way.

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 3’s tumblr page?

There should’ve been number 4 I s2g Not really, I ship Stydia, but not that much.

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she’d break them all up forever, which ship would you sink?

Way to put me on the spot omg. I’d sink CaptainSwan cause sure there was a time I shipped them so hard it hurt but not now, I don’t even watch OUAT anymore. Sorry, CapSwan.

[wlwhc]

Dating Regina Mills would include

anon ask: Dating Regina Mills would include?

warning: mention of sex

I LOVE REGINA SO MUCH UGH!

Masterlist / Prompt List / Fandom List / Ask me anything!

I think that Henry would probably introduce you to her

like “Hey mom, meet Y/N! she’s new here and she’s cool!”

and she would probably think that you were just a friend of henry

she didn’t think that you would be such a breathtaking woman 

at first not believing that she’s from a story

“hahaha yeah, and what? Emma is Snow, right?

“actually Mary Margaret is Snow”

but one day you saw her do magic and you were like

“REGINA MILLS THAT’S AWESOME!”

she didn’t expect that reaction

“But I’m evil, I've done so much harm-”

“yeah, you did, but right now, you don’t seem to be so evil, whatever happened in the past it stays in the past, just don’t try to poison anyone and we’re good”

seeing her as Regina and not the evil queen

defending her when someone says that she’s evil

“she’s like a cute little kitten, sometimes grumpy but still a kitten”

Henry loving you

you’re like her big sister more than another mother to him

Regina loves to see you play video games with henry

being her weakness along with Henry

her being so damn overprotective even though you can defend yourself

she is so sweet with you omg

she can be flirty but she instantly laugh it off

the town ship you two so hard

even Mr. gold

Emma and Snow always trying to set you up with her

Snow:“Y/N! I heard that Regina was having trouble with something, why don’t you go and help her? oh! also take this *she gives you 2 cups of coffee* now go!”

PET NAMES

love, kitten, babygirl

whatever to make you blush

A lot of PDA

holding hands always

cheek kisses

forehead kisses

make out sessions when you two are alone

she won’t let go of you

she’s so addicted to you

she will constantly look at you with that lovesick gaze

cuddles are a must

every day you two have to cuddle

maybe on the morning she won’t let go of you

or maybe at night she will wrap you in her arms and just cuddle

she’s always there when you need her

she will give you the warmest hugs

same with you, you’re always there when she needs you

you’re her shoulder to cry on

always reassuring her that she’s not evil

You can calm her down in seconds

Emma always want you around on mission for that reason

Also, you can defend yourself

Cora and Zelena hating you

Cora threatening you all the time

you actually laughing at this

Zelena also tried to get you away from Regina like she did with Robin once

but at the first tried you went running to Regina

“REGINA YOU’RE WEIRD SISTER IS STALKING ME”

you always listen to her even if she’s rambling about work

tracing her lip scar

she get all shy when you say some compliment to her

and when you give her some gift

she’s a romantic

will spoil you to death

will do anything to do the perfect date for you

soft and caring sex

other times when she’s stress it will be a little rougher

she likes to give you hickeys

she will make sure to give you all the attention first

then you can make her melt at your touch

she will wake you up by giving you sweet kisses

you wake her up by whispering sweet thing in her ear

“Goodmorning my queen~”

being with her no matter what weird situation appears on Storybrook

baking together

if you don’t know how to bake or you’re bad at this (like me)

she will teach you

or you will just watch her while she pretends to be on a baking show

helping henry with his homework

Regina always melting at this

and just being one of the cutest and strongest couple of Storybrooke

CaptainSwan can’t reach at you two level of cuteness

Hope you like it guys!

[robronspoilers]

Episode Descriptions (Week 3)

via captainswan

Tuesday January 17th

Aaron's irritated at how much time Robert's spending on the business plan for Rebecca. Chas is worried about Aaron and she warns him about being jealous and suggests he talk to Robert about his insecurities. Will he take his mums advice?

Wednesday January 18th

Aaron's sick of Chas going on about the wedding so when Charity suggests they get hitched in Vegas the idea appeals. Aaron makes the suggestion to Robert who suggests they flip a coin to decide where to get wed.

Thursday January 19th — 7pm

Aaron confesses to Finn he and Robert are getting married in Vegas but is later put out when Jimmy tells him Robert’s been out with Rebecca all morning. He calls Robert, who lies he's still at work even though he is having a celebratory drink with Rebecca. When Aaron appears, Robert lays into him over his jealousy and the pair argue. Is this just a lovers tiff or something more serious?

Thursday January 19th — 8pm

Finn chases after Kasim and his dad Paul as they drive away, leaping into the road in front of them. Kasim then shoves Finn, desperate to prove himself to his dad. Finn's left hurt when Kasim spells it out, he doesn't need him anymore because he's crazy. Soon there is a fraca and an already angry Aaron finds himself getting involved, beating up Kasim. Aaron then tries to defend his actions before storming off, leaving Finn gutted when Kasim blames him for the attack. Robert and Aaron are holding crisis talks about their relationship but are interrupted when the police knock on the door.

Friday January 20th

Robert tries to reason with Finn to help with Kasim but he is left stunned and frustrated when Finn harshly declines and storms out. Later, Robert visits Finn to apologise, will he be able to convince Finn to help him or will it result in further conflict?

[motorcyclegirlfriends]

Certain pirate fans? Im confused by that previous ask😔

Fans of Once Upon a Time’s Killian Jones (Hook) don’t have a great reputation amongst wlw fans because a portion of them have been vocally homophobic, and his character has taken focus off of the show’s lead, Emma Swan. There are also issues fans have with the things he’s done (things that the writers have forgotten and will no longer address), that stans of his defend. 

Essentially a lot of bad blood has developed between swanqueen and captainswan shippers, and having been a swanqueen shipper, I am wary of migrators from that group. 

[littlebookandanimequeen-blog]

Opening

I am an up and coming actress, singer, dancer, and screenwriter who is determined to do my homework before plunging into the swamp of Tinseltown.

I also have written a blog that defends my hatred of the relationship of CaptainSwan. Just give it a chance, read it through, and then post comments there, or PM me here. The URL/Link for that blog is as follows: http:// ouatevilregal.blogspot.com/2017/07/an-explanation-of-my-hatred-of-captain.html

On FictionPress I  am still xXsilverliningofhellXx.

I am against the OUAT pairing CaptainSwan, as it is an objectified toxic relationship. Don’t give me any shit about not knowing about toxic relationships, I have fucking lived through one, and won’t hear it. You can’t change my mind, sorry not sorry.

Anyway...

I am xXsilverliningofhellXx, and I guess if you are reading this you have found my profile. My favorite band is Love, Robot. If you don't know them, look their music on YouTube. The song I love the most from them is Cucha, from their first album Rebuild/Rebirth. Here you're going to see my screenplays. Feel free to message with links to LEGITIMATE film production companies who may very well be willing to work with me on turning my screenplays into feature length films.

''What do you do when your body gives up? I see try, but your eyes don't shine the same. What do you do when love fades away? And the rest of your body disintegrates.'' - Cucha, Love, Robot. (In the official studio video, the male singer looks kind of like Henry Mills from ABC's Once Upon A Time, if you know what I mean...)

"I am the antagonist, I am not who I may seem to be." - Commonwealth Avenue, Love, Robot.

I don't give a damn what think of me or my writing, because I won't stop being the person I am. I don't want to be anyone but myself.

God and Satan are dead, and you can't persuade me to think differently. Believe in whatever you want, it's none of my business, and I don't care. But I am on my own side.

I applaud you if you have made it this far into my profile.

Things About Me:

My Once Upon A Time (OUAT) OTP is SwanQueen/Swen.

My Star Wars OTP is Hea (Han/Leia).

I love Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them.

My favorite Harry Potter character is Luna Lovegood.

I have two OTPs for Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them: Newt and Tina and Queenie and Jacob.

I am particularly fond of the character of Seraphina Picquery, and really hope she's in the next movie.

I'm a Slytherin and Horned Serpent.

My favorite music:

Avril Lavigne

Tonight Alive

Michelle Branch

Vanessa Carlton

Blacklisted Me

Love, Robot

Commonwealth Avenue Love, Robot

I am the fuel to your fire Is what I thought as you bummed a cigarette That night I was so damn tired I swore that I might never love again

You tried to keep it together But I knew you weren’t going to get much sleep I kept my hands to myself And reality became a bad dream

As I sat by the ocean I wondered if I would ever speak again Or if all of my answers Would wash up on shore so I could rest

I am the fuel to your fire But my love You know I will burn you bad Ignite all of your insides Until the only thing left to do is hide

I read everything I wrote that night And realized Who I thought I was Was just a lie Was just a lie

I am the fuel to your fire All my veins run thick with gasoline I wear a mask of desire Make you believe I am what you need

I am the antagonist I am not what who I may seem to be You better stay away from me ‘Cause you lit the match And I’m starting to bleed

Breaking my back I fall to my knees I’ll cover my mouth So you won’t hear me scream I need you to know I never meant to let go The day that I loved was the day I lost my own

I am the bad taste left in your mouth You know I tried to be better But I didn’t know how And I can be honest I couldn’t promise To be able to give you everything that you wanted

I'm a Coreillian woman still figuring out this world. Also, I like to think that I'm a perfect cross between Once Upon A Time's Henry, Regina, and Emma. Or Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them's Tina Goldstein and Seraphina Picquery.

"Don't worry love, no matter what I do, I'm coming back for you." - Stay, Love, Robot