#emma and hook

[alltheshipsilove]

sometimes i just google "Hook and Emma All Scenes" and watch Once Upon a Time that way because I only appreciate that show for giving us Captain Swan

this post giving in memoriam but ok that's the vibe i guess

[cosette141]

You, Me, and Who You Used to Be | CS Fic (CSSS 2024 Gift for BelovedCreation)

Merry Christmas!!

I'm your Santa this year!! :) 🎄🎄

Using your prompts of pining, Enchanted Forest, and angst with a happy ending, I give you:

Summary: (CS movie divergence) After getting her parents back on track, Emma’s magic returns. But before she can conjure a portal home, Killian is abducted. Alone in a world she knows nothing about and with no idea how to find Killian, Emma enlists the only person—or rather, pirate—who would be as motivated to save Killian as she is. However… Killian’s past may just be what destroys the future. CS

AO3

Words (so far): 5k+

NOTE: This is currently only the first chapter of this fic - long story short, the fic I spent weeks on just was not coming together, so I last minute changed to this one. It was an idea I had written the beginning of years ago that I remembered when I was trying to find something to align with the prompts you gave me :D so I knew it would be perfect to write for your gift!! I spent the past week working super hard on this trying to get it finished for you in time, but it was getting so rushed and you do not deserve a rushed gift!! So I decided to give you the first 5k words now, and I'll be updating it with the rest over the coming weeks! :)

Chapter One (under the cut!)

A/N: Story context: This is a canon divergence of the CS movie, which begins right after Emma gets the wand from Rumplestiltskin. (He does not send him to his vault of do-not-touch things in this version tho. We’ll pretend Elsa gets to Storybrooke some other way lol. I’ll also be ignoring Marian, which, the show pretty much did when it just ended up being Zelena anyway lol. 

Emma smiled at the faintly glowing wand in her fingers, feeling the warmth of the return of her magic, lighting a glow in the vast dining room of Rumplestiltskin’s castle. 

Everything was back on track.

Including herself.

Perhaps she had been trying to take the easy way out, blocking her magic from returning so she could go back to New York with no ties left behind. 

But more than anything, it was Killian’s smile now that made the warmth inside her grow even more, and if it wasn’t her imagination, made the wand spark a little brighter.

“It works,” whispered Emma, staring at the wand in awe, eyes snapping to Killian. “My magic is back!”

“I knew you could do it, love.” said Killian softly, a relief in his eyes, like it was for both the possibility of getting back home, and for the fact that he still blamed himself for her powers being taken in the first place. 

“Ah, the Savior, of course,” murmured Rumplestiltskin from his perch on the edge of his dining table. “I should have known you would have magic of your own.”

Emma suddenly realized just how much Rumplestiltskin knew. “Is it a problem that you know…?”

“It would be,” he agreed, but lifted his hand, where a potion bottle materialized. “However, I have spent the past few hours mixing myself a Forgetting Potion.”

Emma smiled. “Good. Well, let’s do this, then.” She then lifted the wand, about to attempt to bring forth the time portal.

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Rumplestiltskin, jumping down and pushing her hand with the wand down. “Not in here. You might bring any number of my possessions with you.”

Emma winced, eyes finding the myriad of scary-looking things in the castle, wondering just how catastrophic that could be. 

She looked from Killian’s raised eyebrow to Rumplestiltskin. “So where do we—“

But not a second later, Rumplestiltskin’s castle was gone, and suddenly they were outside. Trees, greenery and blue sky replaced the walls of the Dark One’s abode. They weren’t too far from the town below, and not far off was the sea. But they were in an empty enough area of the forest that no one should see anything, and nothing should come with them.

 “Well,” said Killian, giving her another smile, “ready, there, Swan?”

Emma nodded. She lifted the wand again, concentrating on her magic, on the emotion in her chest, bright and raw. The tiny flicker of a portal, like a zipper drawn in the very fabric of the air, appeared before them. 

Killian grinned. “That’s it, lo—” 

He was cut off with a grunt, and Emma’s eyes snapped to him, her concentration broken and the tiny beginnings of the portal fizzled back out of existence. 

Emma’s heart stopped. 

They were no longer alone. 

A burly, muscled man had his arm around Killian’s neck in a chokehold, his other arm pinning Killian’s left arm to his side. Killian let out an angry, surprised snarl, jerking hard against the grip. 

“Hook!” cried Emma, jamming the wand in her back pocket to hide it and running toward him, only skidding to a stop when three other thugs suddenly flanked the first.

“Sw—“ began Killian, his right hand scrabbling at the hold around his neck, but his airway was quickly cut off. Red rushed to his face, and Emma’s heart froze.

“Sorry, darlin’,” said the man’s raspy voice. “We got direct orders to bring Captain Hook in. He stole from us last night, and now he gon’ pay. Pretty stupid to show yer face in the open like this, without yer crew, no less.” A dark chuckle. “Shoulda sailed away when he had the chance.” To someone behind him, he shouted, “Lucky catch, men!”

Killian struggled against them, something angry and feral, landing a blow to the man's gut. The man growled and stumbled, and Killian reared back to hit him again until the man snapped, “Stop fightin’ or the wench dies!” That made Killian freeze, staring at her with icy horror. 

For a moment, Emma and Killian stared at each other, and it felt like time stood still.

Panic rushed through Emma's chest.

Magic.

Magic.

But she had no idea how to use her magic.

And if she took even a step forward, she'd get a sword through her in seconds.

Killian grunted as a second thug grabbed him on his other side, ripping Killian's sword from his sheath.

Panic rose even sharper in Emma's chest.

Killian swallowed, eyes locked onto her. “Go—home,” Killian managed, his eyes pleading and broken, with something in them that looked like goodbye, only making Emma’s eyes burn. 

“Hook—!” breathed Emma, running for him, but froze when three swords pointed in her direction, so close to her it made her stumble back, falling to the ground.

And by the time she made it back to her feet, they were gone.

-.-.-.

Dark had fallen.

The air had chilled. 

But none of it gave her the cold dread inside her chest. 

She’d searched for hours.

But those men obviously knew this forest better than she did, and it was easy to get lost in it. 

Too easy.

She let them take him.

Emma kicked herself.

She should have done something.

She should have done something.

She should have been spending all the time back in Storybrooke learning magic instead of shoving it away.

Because now Killian was gone, and it was all her fault.

She got them stuck in the past.

She was the reason Killian stopped trying to free himself from those bastards.

She was the reason that they may never see each other again.

Emma couldn’t stop seeing his eyes. 

The resignation.

The defeat. 

The horrible, utter sadness.

She was now alone, and she’d never felt this alone in her entire life. 

It was one thing to grow up being alone. 

And it was another thing entirely to find people, to fall for people, and to have them ripped from you.

It was an entirely different thing to know what it felt like to not be alone.

And ever since meeting Killian, more or less after he decided to become a part of something , he’d been practically glued to her side. He’d voluntarily gone back to the land he hated more than anywhere, he’d given up his revenge, he’d found her in freaking New York City —an endeavor Emma still didn’t know how he managed to do—and how he managed to find her in a world he knew hardly anything about?

Emma stopped on the path, feeling the chill of the air. 

Even the air felt different in the Enchanted Forest. It felt… unearthly, which, wasn’t exactly off point. The magic in the land seemed to crackle like a charged atmosphere. The animal sounds, the nightly coos and caws were different, and all this different was unsettling and…

She really, really didn’t want to admit she was scared. 

But Emma didn’t have Mary Margaret with her this time. She didn’t have a princess squad to help her through. And, she didn’t have Hook.

Killian, who was god knew where. 

He might even already be—

No , said a firm voice in her head, trying to quell the hair that raised on the back of her neck at the thought. They wouldn’t have kidnapped him if they were going to be quick about it. 

The idea of him suffering at all…

Emma swallowed, hard, trying to shove down the rush of panic that shook her fingers.

How the hell was she supposed to find him?

She was a complete outsider. 

She not only wasn’t from this town, she wasn’t from this world , and she wasn’t from this time, not by a long shot. 

She was trapped thirty years in the past, and Killian could be anywhere. 

“Go home.”

Emma shut her eyes at Killian’s echo.

Go home.

He wanted her to go home.

He wanted her to leave him here, conjure the portal, and go home.

The very fact that he thought she would made her chest hurt, because how could he think she’d leave him here?

But…

“You really thought I’d let you drown?”

“Given our history, can you blame me for being uncertain? ”

Here she was thinking how he could possibly think she didn’t care about him, when…

“Do you even care about them? Or anyone in this town?”

He said anyone.

He meant me.

And replaying it all, how could she think he’d know she did?

All she’s done since he saved her in New York, was walk away from him.

But she did care.

She more than cared.

And now, she may never —

No.

Emma opened her eyes, ignoring the burn in them.

Determination set into her face, Emma made up her mind without hesitation. 

There was no way she was leaving here without Killian.

The thought of returning to life without him, living without him…

It felt wrong. 

Something about him in her life just made sense. Even now, she felt like something was missing, and suddenly she was wondering how she ever considered leaving her family, leaving him, to go back to New York. 

“Go home.”

She couldn’t go home when he already became her home.

But… 

How on earth—or, how in the Enchanted Forest—was she supposed to find him?

And before they did something terrible and irreversible to him?

“He stole from us last night. Now he’s gon' pay.”

Emma blinked. 

Killian didn’t steal anything from anyone; she knew he hadn’t. He’d been too concerned with messing up the time continuum.

He hadn’t stolen.

But Emma had a pretty good feeling who had.

And Killian was currently paying for his crime. 

Emma smiled grimly, a plan unfolding in her head. 

She started walking, faster this time.

She just hoped the Jolly Roger was still in port. 

-.-.-.

Emma clung to the shadows when she entered the town. 

Thanks to Rumplestiltskin returning her clothes, she was no longer wearing the ragged dress and cloak that they had stolen, and was back in her jeans and leather jacket. Something that, Killian’s voice reminded her, hasn’t come into vogue, ever. So… she had to be careful. They just fixed the timeline; they cannot ruin it all over again.

But Killian was worth that risk.

As she clung to the dark areas of town, Emma was reminded of a younger her, living on the streets, dodging shadowy corners to pitch black alleyways. It was evening, the sky blackening with an array of stars, but the town still bustled with life, mostly around the taverns. 

Emma passed the tavern she and Killian had found his past-self in, and Emma risked a look inside, but he wasn’t there. 

Her heart quickening, Emma suddenly worried he wasn’t even in town.

She picked up her pace, following the path past-Hook had led her down when he’d been her inebriated guide. 

Emma emerged from the cover of an alley, looking up to see the sea, and ships of all sizes moored at the docks. And among them—

Emma felt relief flood her. 

The Jolly Roger. 

She smiled despite herself, picking up her pace. As she got closer, she could see the crew retracting the anchor—

They were leaving. 

Her heart pounding, Emma began to sprint. 

With grunts of heaving, two members of the Jolly’s crew were lifting the gangplank.

It was halfway up when Emma got to it, flinging herself off the dock and onto it, barely making the jump. She slid down the wood, landing in a heap on the deck. 

“What in the blazes—?!”

The two men nearly dropped the gangplank, but managed to finish shutting it, faster, as if worrying that someone else was going to attempt Emma’s jump. 

Her entire body throbbing from the mistreatment, Emma slowly picked herself up from the deck. She quickly noticed at least a dozen pirates were staring at her in shock. 

But a voice broke through the din, and Emma would recognize it anywhere. 

“Well, you don’t bloody see something like that every day.”

-.-.-.

Despite her protests, Emma had been manhandled by two of the crew members and dragged into the Captain’s Quarters a moment after she’d seen him. He’d witnessed her reckless jump onto his ship, but hadn’t said a word to her yet. 

She was currently in the chair opposite his desk, two burly hands on her shoulders keeping her pinned down, and Hook was in his chair behind the desk, staring at her in silence. 

“What are you doing aboard my ship?” he said finally. 

Emma flicked her eyes to the pirate holding her down, then back to Hook. “I’ll tell you, but only you.”

Hook sighed, then flicked his eyes to the man behind her, giving a minute nod and a slight roll of his eyes. Then, when the door clicked shut, he gave her a pointed look.

Emma let out a breath, her heart beating in a frenzy. This Hook was not half as drunk as he was when they last met. His gaze on her was cold and measured and there was no trace of the softness Killian had now. It unnerved her, this air of danger he held, sitting before her. Waiting. 

But Emma swallowed, trying to remember, this is still Killian. Just… buried under two hundred years of pain and resentment. 

It didn’t make her feel better. 

“I need your help.” said Emma at last, holding his gaze. 

His brow lifted, like that was the last thing he’d expected her to say. “My help?” he echoed, lips twisting a little in amusement. “I’m a pirate captain, lass. You’ve mistaken me for someone who gives. Pirates take.”

Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the irony that all he’s done the past two years was give. 

Worry fluttered in her stomach, suddenly wondering if her Killian was all right.

And when did he start being ‘her’ Killian?

Emma let out another breath. “Yeah, that’s actually what brings me here. All I need to know,” said Emma slowly, “is who you stole from last night.” 

She’d thought it through; if she could just get the name or the place of the person who he’d stolen from, she could go find Killian without Hook ever needing to know she was from the future. 

Hook paused. 

Suspicion suddenly gleamed in his eyes. 

He stood, and rounded his desk until he was standing before her. 

The suspicion only deepened in his eyes.

Emma could feel the danger radiate off him like a cologne. 

She was trying not to shrink under his intense gaze when he leaned even closer, his face inches from hers. He searched her eyes.

“You,” he whispered. “I remember you.”

Emma’s heart skipped. “You do?” she breathed. 

She should have known it was irrational to think he meant he remembered knowing her. 

Because his eyes narrowed, coldness in the blue. “You owe me a nightcap, love.”

Emma froze. “Oh,” she said, biting her lip. “Didn’t blame the rum, huh?”

He leaned back slightly, but looked no less predatory. “I’m guessing this is from you as well,” he said, brushing the metal of his hook to his cheek where Killian had hit him. 

Emma winced. “Not exactly—“

He was suddenly in her face again, eyes narrowed, colder than ice. “You were trying to get me drunk. To get on my ship,” he muttered. “Why?”

Oops.

Emma tried to think fast. 

She did not like a version of Killian that scared her, and this one did exactly that. 

As if to prove the point, he raised his hook, tracing her jaw until the tip was underneath her chin, forcing her head up. Emma gasped reflexively, suddenly realizing how bad of an idea this had been. “Tell me,” he hissed, “or this will be rather unpleasant.”

Emma swallowed, trying to stem the rush of fear. To hell with the timeline. “I’m from the future.”

His brow rose sharply, surprise and a little confusion slipping into that cold expression. Clearly time travel was not one of the things he’d expected her to say. 

It was the second time she’d surprised him, and Emma knew he wasn’t an easily surprised man.

Before he could interrupt, she went on, wincing as the sharp tip of his hook stung. “I’m telling you the truth,” she said quickly, fear sending a shiver down her spine. “I’m from… about thirty years in the future. I think. It’s really hard to keep track with all the curses," she finished, which even to her ears sounded like she was crazy.

“Time travel is unheard of.” said Hook, dismissing her whole story.

"You spend two hundred years on an island where time doesn't even exist and this is too crazy for you to imagine?" snapped Emma exasperatedly.

He ignored her. “Now, what are you really doing on my ship? Clearly if you’d gotten what you wanted, you wouldn’t have been daft enough to return.” His eyes looked her up and down, his brow lifting when his eyes reached hers, and Emma glared at him. “And if I had gotten what I wanted, that night would not have ended with you injuring me.” A cold smile. “Well, not in the traditional way, anyway.”

Emma huffed out a breath, almost forgetting just how innuendo-clad he once was. “Look, I’m telling the truth . I need your help to—“ She gasped, the tip of his hook digging slightly deeper. 

“You will tell me what I want to know,” said Hook quietly. He removed his namesake, and Emma winced. “I’ll give you the night to think it over. Lie to me again," his voice lowering, dipping into the personification of danger as his gaze bored into hers, and she tried not to shrink under it, "you’ll be walking the plank in the morning.” He moved away from her, and Emma realized she'd forgotten how to breathe.

“Hook—“ began Emma, but Hook simply barked, “Jenkins!”

The door opened, and one of the men who had dragged her down here walked inside. 

“Take her to the brig.”

Emma’s heart pounded. “No— Hook,” she said quickly as he sat nonchalantly back at his desk. “I need—“

Emma was grabbed from behind and forced out. 

He didn’t look up as they took her. 

But when he thought she was out of sight, she saw him briefly touch his fingers to his lips, something unreadable stirring in his eyes.

-.-.-.-.

Emma waited until she was left alone, and the ship had quieted down enough to suggest the crew was asleep.

They’d bound her hands in front of her, which was their first mistake. 

Feeling a sense of deja vu, Emma felt along the ground until she found something useful. Finding something sharp and thin enough to work, she quickly got to work on the lock to the cage. 

The trouble was opening the door without it creaking, which took her plenty of precious minutes. 

Once free, she left the brig, and quietly made her way to the armory.

It was good that she was familiar with the ship after Neverland. Plenty of hours on the water had her nervous energy getting the better of herself and she’d done some extensive exploring. She’d paced the ship enough to know where its creaky boards were, so she was inside the armory in silence quickly. 

Emma grabbed the first blade she could find—a knife—and freed her hands, then took the gag from her mouth. 

Gripping the knife in her shaking hands, Emma left the armory, walking down the hallway to the door at the very end. 

The Captain’s Quarters. 

Feeling plenty of uncertainty, but needing to know where Killian was, Emma slowly reached for the door handle, glad the ridiculously loud chorus of snoring from the crew covered much of the noise she made. 

Slowly and without breathing, she opened his door. 

Emma shut it just as quietly, and the noise of the snoring was muted. 

Emma turned. 

The cabin was dark. 

And there, lying on his bed, was Hook. Asleep.

She could see him breathe beneath the blanket. 

Carefully, and avoiding every creak in the floor she knew of, Emma crept up to his bed. 

Then, she held the knife an inch from his throat, opening her mouth to wake him.

“Do I need to explain what a nightcap is to you?”

Emma jumped a mile in her skin.

Hook’s eyes were open, and he looked from the knife at his throat to Emma. A raised brow, he deadpanned, “You escaped.”

“You underestimated me.” she countered. He lifted his brow as Emma continued firmly, “I need you to help me.”

“Help me?” he echoed. His eyes flicked from the knife to her eyes. “You’re taking your life in your hands threatening me, lass.” he said dangerously.

“I’m trying to save your life!” snapped Emma.

His brow hitched higher, again flicking his eyes pointedly to the blade, then back at her. 

Emma sighed, removing the knife from his throat. 

He still didn’t move, eyeing her still suspiciously. “How is it you think you’re saving me?” he asked. 

Emma sighed shortly. “Look. I told you I was from the future. I am. I’m from your future. And I didn’t get sent to the past alone.” She took a breath, hoping telling him wouldn’t implode the timeline. But she was scared, she was alone, and without his information, she would never be able to find Killian. She could only hope that after she saved Killian, he’d still exist when they returned to their time. 

Emma sighed. “When I got sent here, you came with me.” she said finally.

Confusion kneaded his brows with honest puzzlement, and for the first time he looked almost like her Killian. “I… what?” he managed.

Emma sighed shortly. “You— future you,” clarified Emma. “You’re here, in the past, too.”

Hook looked lost in thought for a second. Then— “That was bloody real?”

“What was?” asked Emma.

He sat up, regarding her with both suspicion and shock. “The dream I thought I had of you, up until you foolishly returned.” Emma glared at him flatly as he went on, “I saw…”

“Yourself,” finished Emma impatiently. “Yeah. You punched yourself.” At his very perplexed expression, she went on, “I told him—you—it was a bad idea. So, blame yourself.” He blinked in utter confusion. But, at least, he seemed to believe her story. “Look,” said Emma, “we were on our way back to the future when some huge guys kidnapped him because they said he stole something and he needed to ‘pay for it’.” she finished in a bad facsimile of Killian’s abductor’s voice. Her eyes burning into Hook’s, she said, “What did you steal? Who are they and where did they take him?”

“You’re telling me,” said Hook slowly, “that there is a future version of me out here?”

“Yes,” said Emma through gritted teeth. “Now what did you—“

“Tell me, love,” said Hook casually enough, though the coldness in his words was back. “What is my future?”

“I can’t tell you that,” she said exasperatedly. “Already I need to get you a Forgetting Potion to make sure you get to that future.”

He stared at her for a long moment, a million things happening behind guarded eyes. But finally, his brow lifted a fraction. “And I’m just supposed to believe this?" 

Emma groaned. “What proof do you want?” she said impatiently. “Your father abandoned you and Liam; you used to be in the Royal Navy; you became a pirate after what happened to Liam in Neverland; you’re currently on a suicidal mission to kill Rumplestiltskin for taking your hand and Mila—“

“Stop!” 

Emma froze, having been angrily ticking off the trivia on her fingers, to see Hook’s eyes with more emotion than she’s seen from this version of him yet. 

“How do you know all that?” he breathed. For once, his voice lost Hook’s edge, and he sounded like Killian. The danger evaporated from him in seconds, replaced with something almost... lost. “It’s—it's been centuries since—"

“You told me.” said Emma simply. 

“I… told you,” repeated Hook flatly, words rolling off his tongue like something foreign. The edge in his voice swiftly returned as he demanded angrily, “And why the bloody hell would I do that?” 

“How should I know?” snapped Emma, her anxiety getting to her and sharpening her own tone.

He rose to his feet, and Emma did not like the feeling that he was attempting to use his height over hers to intimidate her. He leveled a look at her, with something different in his eyes, something dangerous in a new way. “Tell me one thing, lass," he began, voice casual-sounding, but underlined with something that sent a shiver down her spine, "and maybe I help you.”

“Why wouldn’t you help me?” exclaimed Emma, standing her ground. “You’d be helping you!”

“That remains to be seen.” He stepped toward her, and damn it he didn’t even need the hook to be imposing. “Tell me, lass.” Another step, and Emma felt her back hit the wall, not even realizing she’d been retreating. His gaze bored into hers. “Do I get my revenge?”

Emma swallowed, suddenly feeling a familiar sense of dread as to when the past version of Rumplestiltskin had asked about whether or not he found Neal.

When the silence spread a little too long, she whispered, “Hook—”

“Do I, or not?” he demanded, voice clipped. Cold.

Dangerous.

Emma felt paralyzed.

The Hook—the Killian —standing before her was completely hellbent on getting his revenge. He’s been at it for centuries, and the anger and pain in his eyes overpowered the blue in them, so much so it was hard to remember that Killian and Hook were the same person.

And here, Hook was his vengeance right now.

There was hardly a spark of him.

If she told him the truth, that he not only doesn’t kill his crocodile, but chooses to live peacefully in the same town as the monster? Gives up not only his quest for vengeance, but turns into a hero?

And worse yet, that he lets go of Milah?

For her?

From the amount of anger she’s eliciting from him right now, she doubted he’d be happy to know that information in particular.

So, she decided to tell him the truth.

Or…

Part of it.

“No,” she said finally, watching his brow shift dangerously. “Not yet.”

He searched her eyes, his face like stone. “Not yet?” he repeated, voice low, almost threatening.

Emma swallowed the fear slipping down her spine, hoping she was still as good of a liar as she once was. “Not yet,” she confirmed, which, still, wasn’t a complete lie. She took a breath, holding his gaze, preparing herself. 

And she lied.

“I’m helping you get your revenge in the future,” she said smoothly. “The Dark One is currently living in a realm without magic. He’s vulnerable. I’m helping you get there.” She swallowed, her entire body rigid. Hook was pin-silent as Emma finished, “We accidentally got sent to the past on our way there. That’s why I need you to help me. If you don’t, you will never get your revenge.”

Emma fell quiet, holding her head high, clinging onto confidence she didn’t feel in the slightest.

Killian could read her like an open book.

If this version of him was as perceptive as he comes to be…

If he found her lying to him…

Again …

Emma tried to ignore the fear prickling in her veins.

He held her gaze, pinning her to the spot with his eyes alone. Watching her eyes carefully, his narrowed. 

Finally, he said, “Why are you helping me?”

Emma tried not to flinch at the obvious distaste in his voice. She thought fast, and found something that held nothing but truth. “Because,” she said, “you did me a favor. I’m repaying a debt.”

His brow lifted. “Quite the debt.”

Emma felt something stir in her chest, thinking of all that Killian has done for her. “It was quite the favor,” she said quietly.

His brows kneaded with question, like he wasn’t sure why he would bother to do her a favor.

Emma was quickly becoming irritated with this version of Hook.

“How are you helping me?” he asked then, gaze boring into hers, almost as if he was trying to poke holes into her story to see if it would leak. “Why do I need you?”

It was spoken so carelessly.

And it hurt.

Emma was surprised at the sudden burn behind her eyes.

She’d brushed off Killian’s affections, his obvious devotion to her, more times than she could count. 

And here he was, looking at her like he couldn’t have cared about her less.

How could she have wasted all the time she had with him?

Getting him back now was the longest of long shots, for—and it made sharp fear race down her spine— he could already be dead.

Blinking away the emotion, Emma huffed out a breath, trying not to appear as hurt by his words as she was. “I’ve got Light Magic,” she snapped, making surprise lift his brow. “You’re trying to kill the Dark One. Do the math.”

He stared at her for a long moment, eyes narrowed, danger rolling off him in waves.

Finally, he spoke.

“I help you, and, him,” he muttered, uneasily over what to call his future self, “get back to your time,” he said slowly, “and then I will get what I want most?”

Emma felt the ghost of a smile touch her lips, for she didn’t have to lie for this one. “Yes.” 

He most definitely will. 

-.-.-.-. TBC

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Emma kissing hook and saying “that was a one time thing” never ever gets old lmaooo like sure girl like we aint seeing you slowly fall for the pirate 😂

[elenasalvator13]

Swan and Killian

[the-darkdragonfly]

WIP Wednesday: Tempest - A Captain Duckling Tale

Chapter 8 - Coming Soon!!

“Scarlet!” Killian boomed, his voice thundering across the deck, all hands pausing in their work of loading the vessel with the rest of the goods, turning to watch young William Scarlet and their Captain. William stood, having been crouched low inspecting the lowering of grain stores into the forward hold, and turned to his captain, face blank and at the ready. 

“Below deck,” he snapped, turning away as the large coat swung around his legs, “now!” 

William held his mask of deference until they were safely away from the eyes of the crew, before screwing his eyes shut and to feel his way along the walls of the hallway as Killian led him into his quarters. 

“What are you doing, you wee fool?” 

“I’m afraid I might see som’et I shouldn’t, aren’t I?” 

Killian growled- we’ll talk about your flagrant lack of respect later- rolling his neck out against the tension which had ebbed and flowed through his veins since William’s lifeblood had seeped from his body, white pale and dying on a dock at his feet. He’d been helpless to stop it, and while he’d lost men before, he wasn’t prepared to lose the boy who had so much a son to him. 

But Emma… she had saved him. She had saved his son.

“Could’a been worse, I s’pose,” William continued, cracking one eye open dramatically then the other when he had ascertained that the coast was in fact clear of naked women. “I could’a seen ye’r bare arse.” 

“William…” his tone was low and warning, but Scarlet ploughed on. 

“I may not ‘ave recovered from ‘at…” 

“Are you quite finished?” 

Scarlet nodded, gesturing with a flourish for Killian to continue, a smile nipping at the corner of his mouth. 

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[mortem0]

my love language is a violent immortal with no soul falling so in love with me that he completely changes himself for the better and worships the ground i walk on

[theynyra]

"do I scale the wall and enter at her window" like look me in the eye and tell me this is the first time you've envisioned that particular scenario...

(Also artists how have I seen exactly zero depictions of Rhaenyra rappelling up the walls of the Red Keep like Batman?)

[userzade]

Happy Ten Year Anniversary to the Captain Swan Movie!

[florida3exclamationpoints]

ouat text posts: pt. 6/?

[kwistowee]

Sir, this is so not the time... OUAT 3.01

[mccallhero]

favourite otp meme: captain swan

[2/7] kisses: emma returns killian's heart

[cosette141]

Once Upon A Deleted Scene | OUAT fanfic | Don't Let Go DS

This is a deleted scene for my story Don't Let Go (Because I Can't Hold It Back Anymore), which is a canon divergence for White Out, where instead of Emma getting trapped with Elsa, she's trapped with Killian. :)

This first part of the deleted scene is right when Emma & Killian get trapped in the ice cave, but instead of Emma being unconscious, she isn't, and instead of Hook's POV, it's Emma's. I later preferred Hook's pov and him dealing with the situation himself, and being afraid for Emma since she wasn't conscious.

The second part of this is Emma being unconscious, but Killian managing to wake her up quicker. I again just felt like I would rather have Hook protecting her and have more time go by in order to have his condition worsen before hers. Cause. h/c. y'know. heh xD

Emma felt time freeze.

Pun not intended.

One moment her eyes were staring at the ice and snow falling straight for her, her feet frozen to the spot in panic.

And the next, she was knocked forcefully to the ground, and the ice and snow crashed over her with such a thud it rang her ears.

She hit the icy ground hard on her chest, pain sending a shockwave through her whole body.

Her head felt jumbled for a few terrifying seconds, her eyes screwed shut as the world still shook as if through an earthquake.

But the horrible pain of ice striking her didn’t come. 

In fact, whatever had knocked her down and was now pinning her beneath its weight wasn’t even cold.

Emma slowly, cautiously blinked her eyes open, wincing at the headache that definitely came from being knocked around like a kite in a hurricane. Her vision pieced together, revealing what looked like some sort of ice cavern, its interior almost double the size of Granny’s. Snow was still settling, flying in the air from the crash, broken ice lying in heaps like debris around her. 

Emma quickly found it hard to breathe, and was about to try to free herself from what was pinning her down when it groaned.

Emma froze.

She knew that voice.

And she’s seen him in pain enough times that she knew that groan just as well.

“Hook?!” she breathed, now feeling him even clearer; the warmth pinning her down was Killian. 

His chest was pressed firmly into her back, his head resting over her shoulder.

And in the same instant, Emma realized that the force that had knocked her to the ground wasn’t the ice and snow.

It was Killian.

“Emma,” he huffed out, his voice sounding like it was squeezed out between clenched teeth. He grunted again, trying to move. His hand slipped on the icy floor next to her face. “Are you… all right?” he managed.

“Yeah,” she breathed, her heart beating steadily faster at the pain in his voice. “You?” 

“...Aye,” he said after a hesitation, and Emma didn’t need to look him in the eye to know it was a lie. With another grunt, Killian pressed his hand to the floor again, trying to lift himself off of her. His arm shook with strength, but with another grunt of effort, he managed to lift himself off her, snow and ice falling off him to the floor. He pushed himself to the side, falling to the ground beside her.

Instantly, Emma felt a blast of frigid air touch every part of her Killian had been lying on, and she felt a violent tremor. Ignoring it, she shoved herself to her knees. Killian’s face was drawn in a grimace, lying on his back, eyes screwed shut. He breathed hard, his hand ghosting his abdomen with a hiss. From the look of the ice that had landed on him, Emma had no idea how hurt he’d gotten.

Emma hovered over him. “Don’t tell me you broke your ribs again,” she said with forced lightness.

His eyes opened, and he gave her a shaky smile. “Seems I get the pleasure of seeing you every time I do,” he said, giving her a wink for good measure.

Emma let out a breath, settling herself with knowing he wasn’t severely injured or dying, sitting back on her heels as Hook pulled himself up.

Both of them rose to their feet, looking back toward where the street had been.

Emma felt her heart catch.

They were completely sealed in.

Where she’d been standing only minutes ago, there was a new ice wall firmly between them and the street.

“What the hell?” breathed Emma.

“She bloody froze us in,” muttered Killian with enough heat to melt the whole place down.

Just then, Emma heard a static-laced voice calling her name.

It was coming from beneath a small pile of snow where she and Killian had landed.

Emma quickly rushed to it, grabbing the walkie-talkie she’d dropped from the snow, and David’s voice was loud and clear. “-- mma! Hook! Damn it, someone talk to me!”

Emma felt a little smile grace her lips at her father’s worried voice. With fingers that were just beginning to lose feeling, she pressed the talk button and said, “Dad?” She stood, feeling Killian hovering at her shoulder. “Can you hear us?”

Half a second later, she heard his relieved sigh. “ Emma. Thank god. Are you okay? Is Hook okay?”

“Yeah,” said Emma, her voice shaking a little with the tremor running through her body from the cold. Because dammit, she was freezing . “We’re okay.” A look at Killian showed him still holding his ribs, but he didn’t look seriously hurt. “I think we’re frozen in, though,” said Emma, biting her lip. Even as she said the words, Killian had strode to the wall separating them from David and began hacking at it with his hook. It barely scratched the surface. His brows narrowed, and he struck it harder. Emma grabbed his arm before he could strike it again, and he gave her a look. “That’s not gonna work,” she said, her breath a white cloud before her. “Magic made this thing,” she said, giving the frozen structure a wary look. “I think it’s gonna take magic to un -make it.”

With reluctance, Killian gave up the fruitless attempt and Emma released his arm. “Dad,” said Emma to the walkie. “Is she out there? The… the woman? Elsa?”

There was a slight pause, then David’s voice, a bit more hushed, “ She’s threatened to leave you and Hook trapped in there and freeze the whole damn town if I don’t help her find some sister of her’s.”

Emma shut her eyes. Elsa had mentioned some sister. But from the short conversation Emma had with the woman, she only had a necklace of her sister. And Emma hadn’t heard about anyone named Anna showing up in Storybrooke. And it was a small damn town . 

A hunt to find a missing person, especially one who probably wasn’t even in Storybrooke, was going to take more than just a little while.

And if the tremors wracking her body were telling enough, it was cold .

Hours trapped in here? It had to be less than ten degrees.

Killian seemed to come to the same idea. “Mate,” he said toward the walkie. “It’s bloody freezing in here.”

Deafening silence from David’s end.

Then–

“ I’m going to get you two out of there. I promise.”

Emma exchanged a look with Killian.

His eyes held just as much hope as she felt.

David promised to keep the walkie on him, and from his side of the communication she heard the slam of a car door.

Emma let out a breath, trying not to feel as hopeless as she did.

Without a word, Killian stalked back to the wall, and once again started hacking away at it.

“Killian–” began Emma.

“I’m not bloody giving up,” he replied shortly, striking the wall harder than he did before. His face screwed up in a grimace at what must have hurt.

“I’m not either,” said Emma just as firmly, grabbing his shoulder to stop him. “But that isn’t working.”

Killian set his lips, but dropped his arm again, reluctantly and wordlessly agreeing. “Well, I’m open to suggestions.”

“I… I can try…” mumbled Emma, lifting her hands, her fingers shaking with a very visible tremor from the cold. “I c-can try to make a f-fire,” she said.

Killian smiled, and Emma felt a little warmth bloom in her chest, like it did every time she earned praise from him. Which she would never, ever admit . “Brilliant idea,” he said softly. “You can do it, Swan.”

Shutting her eyes, Emma tried to concentrate her magic into her palms. 

The last time she’s made fire was back in Neverland, and she’d only done so on what she believed was a very, very lucky try. Killian and Neal were in danger and it just… happened . 

Regina’s magic lessons were less than helpful, since she was more concerned with Emma’s instinctual reflexes than teaching her to control her magic. She’d managed teleporting small things, but Regina had stepped all over her pride at the success by saying it was the most elementary magic trick . Evidently creating fire was also elementary, and Emma hasn’t done that in well over a year.

After a moment of trying, Emma cracked her eyes open, seeing nothing between her palms.

She shook out her hands, feeling her whole body shaking from the cold now, but still, nothing was happening .

Brows furrowed in worry, Emma looked at Killian, who was still watching her, his hope and belief in her making her chest hurt. “I–I can’t do it,” she whispered. She shut her eyes, letting out a breath, hugging her arms around herself. “ God , it’s freezing,” she breathed.

Killian was doing something and Emma opened her eyes to see him taking off his coat. With stark confusion because how could he not be as cold as she was? she stammered out, “Wh-what the hell are you doing?”

“You’re bloody freezing,” he said simply, with that soft kindness, that sort of quiet concern he reserved only for her. He draped his coat around her shoulders.

“No, Killian–I have a coat, you’re gonna–”

He smiled a little, ignoring her protests, and Emma couldn’t help shutting her eyes at the warmth blanketing her like a damn hug . His coat was heavy , and it blocked the frigidness of the cold, taking the razor edge out of the air, and it held every bit of his body heat. “Your coat,” he said, a little smile at his lips, “isn’t doing a bloody thing. Now put your arms in.”

“Killian–”

“ Arms ,” he said, firmer, and Emma huffed out a cloud of white breath, realizing he wasn’t budging on the subject. With a little indignant huff, she put her arms through.

And dammit, it was warm .

Not only that, it smelled like him , and Emma really tried not to enjoy that as much as she did.

She opened her eyes, seeing that little smile at his lips, and she was suddenly afraid he could read her mind. 

Now he was only donned in his thin cloth shirt with the ridiculously low vee neck, and his vest. She could already see a tremor run through him. “What about you?” she mumbled, hugging his jacket to her, again trying not to sigh with relief, hiding her frozen fingers in the folds of the material.

“I’ve sailed plenty of arctic waters without this central heating , as you call it,” he said with a smile. “And Neverland was never known for comfortable temperatures. I’m more used to it than you are, love.”

She could see in his eyes that he was only telling her part of the truth.

Emma sighed. Gentleman .

“Well, thanks,” she said softly.

That earned her a real smile from him.

“And… thanks for…” she said, gesturing to the debris on the ground. “For what you did.”

He stepped toward her, flipping up the collar of his jacket around her, blocking out more of the cold. He smiled. “I’d do anything for you, Emma.”

Emma couldn’t exactly describe the feeling that flitted through her when her superpower deemed that completely truthful.

-.-.-.

[2nd deleted scene - waking up in the ice cave]

“Emma…”

Emma slowly came back to awareness, feeling a dull ache in her head. But very quickly after, the ache was nearly forgotten.

She was freezing .

“Emma? That’s it, love,” came a familiar, husky voice from somewhere above her. “Open your eyes.”

Memories came like a rush.

The ice wall.

The woman—Elsa.

Then…

Something happened with the ice and snow. Emma remembered sharp pain knocking her off her feet, and then… 

Nothing.

“Emma, love, please open your eyes.”

Killian’s voice filtered back into her mind, and Emma wondered if she was dreaming.

She’s never heard him sound so outright worried before. 

There was a touch of anxiety, a panicked urgency shaking his voice, and hearing him uncertain was completely unlike him.

It was enough to worry her herself .

Awareness was rushing her to reality, sounds becoming clearer, the cold becoming colder, yet she could suddenly feel his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently. 

Her eyes cracked open.

His face was the first thing she saw. He was leaning over her, blue eyes vivid with stormy concern. When he saw her eyes open, he smiled something brilliant with relief. “Thank the gods,” he whispered, his breath a plume of white mist.

Which only reminded her it was fricken freezing . 

For whatever reason, she was lying on her back, and the ground felt like pure ice . She could feel the slight ache in the back of her head, which must have been the culprit for passing out, but she was happy to see her vision clear and her faculties in order for the most part. 

Emma blinked, eyes tracing the ceiling that looked like some sort of cave that had been completely frozen over. “Where the h-hell are we?” she asked, her teeth chattering through the words. She moved to sit up. Killian himself was on his knees at her side, and quickly he pressed his hand to her back, helping her up when her hands slipped on the icy floor. 

“The… ice witch,” said Killian with a little heat, “trapped us in this… structure,” said Killian, his brows furrowed. At Emma’s look, he answered before she could ask, “You’ve been unconscious for a quarter of an hour, if that.”

Well, that’s a good sign, thought Emma. She could feel her teeth chattering, her whole body beginning to tremble in the attempt to get warm. Emma looked around, seeing ice everywhere she looked. They certainly did look trapped.  

“Are you hurt?” asked Killian.

“N-no,” managed Emma, shivering even more. She hugged her arms, her fingers almost too cold to feel.

Something passed through Killian’s eyes. “You’re bloody freezing.” Immediately he shrugged out of his coat, throwing it around her shoulders. “Here.”

Even as it began to catch her body heat, Emma couldn't quite tell if the jacket or his gesture that offered her more warmth.

-.-.-.

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[tvshowscouples]

If you love Emma&Hook (Once Upon A Time) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

thank you!

[earthly-ali3n]

charming is so funny to me because he believes Emma is just as good and pure as Snow (pre candle of course) despite her past.

like he’s talking to Hook and says something like, oh Emma will never like you, you’re a pirate 😡😡😡

totally disregarding the fact that her first love was a car thief and a watch burglar. Like my man criminals are her type!!!!! Your daughter had a teen pregnancy in jail!!!!

[a-happy-beginning]

—Once Upon a Time, “White Out”