#killian is emma swan's true love

[ouatsnark]

When Regina stans try to gaslight

Killian isn't wrong. That Emma isn't HERE in this scene.

Regina doesn't know that Emma is still THERE. She's said otherwise prior to this.

In this scene, Regina is accusing Emma of calling the Fury. She wants Emma to save her handbag (Robin). Oh yeah that sounds like someone who really believes and loves Emma...

I mean the only reason Regina is speaking to Emma, by her own admission, is to get her to call off the fury.

The Truth:

For more truth bombs on this subject please visit the below post.

[dinneratgrannys]

ONCE UPON A TIME 5.20, Firebird

[senchosuwan]

And when she turns around to leave his ship for good, he feels a part of him leaving, too. His shoulders sink at the sight of her back, his body growing heavier with every step she takes away from him. He finally lowers his head while closing his eyes. Her walking away from him is not the last memory he wants of her. Would it matter anything anyway, though? He was certain all along that he would need to get a hold of a drop of the river of the dead to forget about her at one point, knowing very well that all the Rum in the world couldn't keep him from being haunted by her. For the time being, he desperately tries to think of something else, though, blending out the present, focusing on the noises of the waves that clash against the wooden structures of the docks. It works again, the sea is his anchor. The salty smell in his nose, the cold winds that nibble on his ears…the warm lips on his own… He opens his eyes in shock…And pushes her away immediately. He was so caught up in distracting himself that he didn't even hear that she'd stopped in her tracks, turned around, ran up to him and flung herself at him to give him one more kiss. For her, it was a leap of faith. A leap of trust. The last straw to save them both from misery. Whatever happened to Hook, she hoped that a kiss of true love would set things right…Like it did so many times before.

Illustration for chapter 2 is finally done. 🔥

>>>>https://archiveofourown.org/works/62272642/chapters/159398647<<<<

Smee needed to be in this, too, because his actor, Chris Gauthier, sadly passed away last year and I wanted to pay a little homage to him with this.

[florida3exclamationpoints]

😊 keep smiling buddy 😊 you're chained down, he's on his feet, immortal, has magic, and you hurt his girl. If I were to pick dead guy of the year, I'd pick you 🫶

[cat-inthemoon]

"Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?" Wip of *the* OTP ✨

[piraterefrigerator]

As much as I love Killian I also loved that scene where Emma kicked him in the balls

[potato-on-your-head]

@priscilla9993��s tags are impeccable

favourite ouat scenes: 77/?

[moonyswritinq]

black swan — killian jones x male reader

❝ BLACK SWAN ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Killian Jones was no stranger to using his charms in order to woo beautiful women, Emma Swan being no exception. You couldn’t stand the sight of him flirting shamelessly with your sister, purely for brotherly reasons, so you decide to tell him off. What you didn’t know, was that his eye had been drawn to you the moment he saw you.

PAIRING ➢ killian jones x brother!Swan male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ season 2 & 3 spoilers, sort of one-sided rivals to lovers, tension, kissing, making out, harsh language, guys flirting, insults as flirting, threats

WORD COUNT ➢ 2.4 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ I wrote this because I read another similar fic and, no hate to that author, but I wanted to write it better and so that it would be more to my satisfaction. Also, I am well aware of all the requests I still have yet to do, but I fell into a OUAT hole and now I’m here.

MASTERLIST, TAGLIST

Killian Jones finding a woman attractive was nothing special. He’s had his fair share of dalliances over the years. Ever since what happened to Milah, Killian was in no hurry to find the so-called “true love” and settle down. His never-ending adventures at sea kept him plenty occupied—and so did his hunt for his Crocodile.

It was no surprise then that the woman named Emma Swan would draw his eye. She was just his type: bold, determined, and a natural leader. His interactions with her in the Enchanted Forest left him intrigued, and his curiosity of her only grew when they returned to Storybrooke and defeated Cora together. He expected his infatuation with Emma to grow the more time he spent with her, but what he was not expecting, was you to catch his eye instead.

The son of Prince Charming and Snow White, brought to a world without magic together with Emma as babies, put into a foster home. Despite all your bad luck as children, your inability in finding a place to call home, at least you managed to stay together. And as Henry brought her back to Storybrooke to break the curse, you followed with. You weren’t a Saviour like her, not by a long shot. But you did have your own skills and abilities, something that came with being a devilishly cunning detective. However much she hated to admit it, Emma would oftentimes turn to you for help in hunting down a bounty. A difficult bounty for her meant an afternoon of idle searching for you.

You never turned down an opportunity to tease her about it and she never hesitated to roll her eyes at you. Nonetheless, you felt incredible protective of her. You may just have been a few minutes older than her, but that didn’t stop you from putting on the big brother act—something she didn’t always appreciate.

Which is why, when you saw a certain pirate unashamedly flirting with her, those brotherly instincts kicked in immediately. You knew Hook was helping your family in getting Henry back from Neverland, providing passage on his ship, the Jolly Roger, and offering his being a guide on the island. But those facts did not give him the right to flirt with your sister.

You had already been at odds with the man when, at your arrival to the island, the ship was attacked by  a school of mermaids. Hook had stumbled in your direction and taken hold of the most stable thing closest to him—which happened to be you. His hand had gripped your waist, his hook coming to your chest as he fell against you. The closeness of his breath stirred something within you, something not entirely uncomfortable. Of course, it was not his fault that the ship veered to the side and that you had been closest to him when he stumbled, but that didn’t stop you from pushing him away from you the moment the ship steadied.

“My apologies,” he said, quite out of breath. His blue eyes were remarkably clear in the moonlight. “I usually offer a drink before getting so close to someone.”

Your glare was your only answer.

“I don’t believe we have been properly introduced.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You looked at it uncertainly.

“I’m Emma’s brother,” you said simply.

His eyebrow raised. “So you must be the infamous town sheriff y/n Swan. I s’pose good looks do run in the family.”

You began to scoff, but then your brain was able to fully comprehend his words. “I never told you my name.”

Hook glanced away, his confident smirk faltering. He cleared his throat. “I may have, er, asked someone for it.”

You shifted your head to meet his eye. “Someone?”

He let out a sigh. “I wanted to know who the handsome man that was traveling with us is, so yeah, I asked around. Really, you should be flattered.”

You scoffed at the grin that flashed across his face and turned on your heel. Like you’d said—shameless flirt.

Later, while searching Neal’s hideout, you watched him flash that same grin when talking to Emma. He stepped much closer, leaning towards her. You couldn’t stomach watching it. And you told yourself it was because she deserved better than a good-for-nothing scoundrel like him. No other reason.

So you watched from afar, leaned against the cave walls, as Hook winked at your sister. Emma glared at him, unimpressed. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about her falling for his charms. She was much too clever for that. You saw her walk away from him, away from the hand that he had reached forward to her and you smiled with grim satisfaction. But before you could step forwards, out of the shadows, David had approached Hook.

“Let me give you a bit of advice, Hook,” he said. “She’s never gonna like you.”

Hooks eyebrows shot into the air. “Is that so?”

“How could she?” David’s voice was laced with venom. “You’re nothing but a pirate.”

He seemed to want to reply, but nothing came out, and David walked away. Hook’s gaze followed him, his hand running down his face.

“He’s right, y’know,” you said, stepping forward.

A low growl slipped from his throat, Hook turning to face you. He looked almost crestfallen. “Can I not get enough of your bloody family?”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “And here I was thinking you’d be glad to see me.”

Hook let out a dry chuckle. “Oh, I am very glad, love.”

“There’s that charm of yours,” you remarked humourlessly.

He smiled cheekily. “Doesn’t seem to be working on your sister, though.”

“Yeah,” you hummed. Step after step brought you closer to the pirate. You watched him closely, noting the way his eyes jumped over your figure. “Speaking of, we need to have a chat.”

He nodded absentmindedly, raising his finger to rub against his lips. The movement drew your eye to them. You knew he had noticed your gaze before you managed to tear it away when his lips curled into a smirk. You rolled your eyes. Goddamned pirate.

“If you’re going to stare at me like that, I’m going to get some mixed signals, love.” His voice was as smug and sweet as honey, only managing in irritating you more.

You were not known to be calm and level-headed. Anyone who was close to you knew to keep away when your anger threatened to burst, like an erupting volcano. Emma had once stolen one of your favourite pencils as a child and you had gotten back at her by spilling ink all over her favourite stuffed animal. But Hook did not know you well enough. He smiled sweetly.

Two steps forward and you were stood right in front of him, pressing against his chest. Rum and leather and sea salt filled your nose. The smell of him was overpowering and intoxicating all at once. You pressed one arm against his throat, pushing him back against the cave wall, the other bracing yourself against it. He grunted at the impact, groaning in displeasure, before meeting your gaze steadily.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

The words growled out of your throat, through your gritted teeth. “Stay away from Emma, got it?”

“You may have gotten the good looks of your family. Not the manners, though,” he said lazily.

You cocked your head. “No, that is more my parents’ style.”

“You do have more of a bite than them,” he said. Then he tilted his head, as if in thought. “Huh, well, aren’t you a dark Swan, love? Or do you prefer Black Swan?”

Your brows knit together but you chose to ignore his words. Instead, you said, “I do agree with David that Emma will never fall for you, so you might as well give up now.”

Hook’s eyebrow raised. “If you’re so sure she won’t fall for me, why even bother threatening me? Surely, my flirting must be harmless.”

Your brows knitted together in suspicion. His eyes were annoyingly blue, piercing straight into yours. “Just leave her alone, Hook.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Does what bother me?” you asked, rolling your eyes.

“My flirting with her.” He leant forward a bit, throat straining against your arm. “Swan, are you jealous?”

You opened your mouth to protest. You? Jealous? Ridiculous. Then you noticed that his lips had curled into a cheeky smirk. “No,” you bit out.

Hook blinked, raising an eyebrow. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Heard you were quite the detective out in the Land of No Magic.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Yeah, so?”

He simply hummed, head falling back against the stone walls. His eyes traveled across your figure before jumping up to meet your gaze through his lidded eyes, something unintelligible in those swirls of blue. You ignored the warmth that pooled in your stomach at the sight of him like that.

“I will leave her alone,” he said calmly. “You have my word.”

You tried to detect the mischievous thoughts that were surely lying behind his eyes, but came up empty. You had no idea if he was telling the truth or not, but you let him go and stepped back in one swift moment. He cleared his throat, rubbing one hand across his collarbone.

“Fine,” you said, glancing away from his steely gaze. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself then, and you cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Shall we?” Hook asked, gesturing to where the others had gone.

“Yeah,” you said simply, walking past him briskly.

You didn’t know what had suddenly overcome you or why you were now so uncomfortable in Hook’s presence. For the rest of that day, every time you glanced in his direction to make sure he was heeding your words of staying away from Emma—to which he did—you felt as if your nerves were standing on end. And on occasion, when he happened to be glancing your way as well and your eyes met, you felt shivers travel down your body, forcing you to break his eye contact. You thought you could see a smirk playing across his lips in those moments, but you chose to ignore him.

That same evening, you had found out David and Hook been ambushed by the Lost Boys. Apparently, Captain Hook had risked his life saving David from a poisonous arrow with Nightshade on it. You almost wanted to laugh at the idea of Hook doing something so heroic, but at the sight of David’s serious face you merely took a swig of the offered flask, like the others. You caught his eye right before he turned and stepped away from the others. You followed him behind a tree.

“I heard what you did for David,” you said. He stopped and turned to face you. “Thank you, Killian.”

His smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t leave your father to perish on this island.”

You nodded, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eye. “I must ask, did you do it to get in my sister’s good graces?”

“I thought you weren’t jealous.” His eyebrow raised.

“Answer the question,” you bit out.

His smile dropped as he met your gaze. “No, I didn’t do it for her. I did it for you. And because it was the right thing to do.”

You couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you. “So now you’re all righteous, huh?”

Hook cocked his head. “I’ve always been chivalrous,” he said. “And, well, it doesn’t take a genius to know that getting your father killed would not help my courting you.”

You chose to ignore those last few words, your smile holding no warmth. “You’re right. You are no genius,” you said.

 “This doesn’t sound like a thank you,” Hook remarked, raising his eyebrows.

You let out a sigh, looking down at the ground beneath your feet. “I’m sorry.”

He scratched the nape of his neck. “Perhaps you could show me some gratitude to make it up to me.”

His gaze was dark underneath his eyelashes, his lips curling into a smirk. You thought you knew what he was implying. You wouldn’t let him get off that easily, though.

“Uh, yeah,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “That was what the ’thank you’ was for.”

“Mmm,” Hook hummed. He took a step closer, so close now you could count his eyelashes. “Is that all your father’s life is worth to you?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please, you couldn’t handle it.”

“Perhaps,” he whispered, face leaning much closer to you. You could feel his breath against your skin. “It’s you who couldn’t handle it.”

Your eyes jumped between his, then to his lips. Those damned lips, curled into that damned smile. Oh Gods, why did you have to be attractive to a pirate. Without leaving any time for you to think your actions through, you took ahold of his jacket and pulled his face towards yours.

Hook let out a surprised gasp, which you swallowed into the kiss. He dragged himself closer, hand clinging to your waist. You felt his chest press hard against you as his lips moved against yours. It was harsh, quick, and angry—just like your feelings for him.

The warmth in your stomach deepened as you pressed yourself impossibly closer to him. One hand made its way into his dark hair, pulling lightly against it. He let out a deep moan at the movement, his eyes shooting open and lips pulling away for a moment.

You smiled at the sight of him, red-lipped, cheeks flushed and eyes full of desire. “Too harsh for you, captain?”

He groaned at your words, capturing your lips once more. His hook was pressing your waist against his as his hand grabbed your neck, bringing you into him. He was truly and well intoxicating.

Hook pulled away again, breath coming out in short bursts. “So I’m not good enough for your sister, but I’m good enough for you.”

You cocked your head and shrugged. “I’m not as good as she is.”

He smiled into the kiss when you pulled him closer again. His teeth captured your bottom lip lightly, but the feeling made a smile of your own erupt across your face.

“I don’t know,” Hook said. “I think you’re pretty good.”

“Killian.”

“My name has never sounded sweeter.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smile still playing across your lips.

“With pleasure,” he murmured while pulling you close again.

Tag list: @a-gay-dumbass @eunxhan @loverclear @shobolanya @edit-me-prettyplease @bookholichany @scriblezz

[cathloves]

I am absolutely in awe of the DETAIL in this show and I can't get over this one..

Emma's Tattoo is the forget me not flower...

Which is the flower on her fathers crest...

The flower traditionally represents remembrance (poignant since Snow and Charming were cursed and couldn't remember Emma) and also royalty which they are (I will get to the true love bit in a moment)...

So forget me nots are mentioned in Peter Pan when describing Captain Hooks eyes...

And Killian Jones in the show has a ring with forget me nots on it...

Also is it or is it not a big clue that the episode where we see the tattoo on Emma's wrist very clearly on show is in the episode 'Talahassee' aka where she first connects with Hook?

(we see it in glimpses before but not as clear and on show as this episode)

The forget me not also represents true love and devotion...

True love? ✅

Devotion? ✅

THIS SHOW

IF ADAM AND EDDY PLANNED ANYTHING IN THIS SHOW IT WAS CAPTAIN SWAN.

[operationlightswan]

I would trade my ship a thousand times for you

Emma, I promised you I would never stop fighting for us back in Camelot. I will keep fighting with everything I have for our love and to bring you happiness. The last time we were here I told you I traded my ship to get back home, to you. Love, I would trade the Jolly Roger a thousand times if it meant I would get to be your husband and be by your side for the rest of my life.

Notes:

In my mind, Emma and Killian had a different proposal in S6 that didn’t involve any guilt or as many people. It actually involved the placed where they kissed after he admitted to have traded his ship to get back to her (outside of Granny’s diner). This will include a small introspective moment from both parts, it will be a more intimate moment between the two of them, just like their kiss was. This is how I imagined their proposal should have been.

Tags: Once Upon a Time, Captain Swan, Emma Swan, Killian Jones, Marriage Proposal, True Love, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Rewrite (more listed on AO3)

It had been a long day, the whole savior and Gideon complication taking more and more of Emma each day than she could deal with. After much nuisance from Killian, they had decided to take a walk down to Granny’s diner to get some drinks and relax. They had been sitting outside for a while; the weather was getting colder and it was beginning to snow as well.

Last time they were sitting here, outside of Granny’s diner, Killian had confided in her about trading his ship to get back to her realm and find her. She remembers it like it was yesterday, it has been about a year since that day. All the adventures that preceded that moment were flooding through her mind: the time-travel adventure, the ballroom dances, the rescues and escapes, the reassuring hugs, the affectionate and caring looks when he thought she wasn’t looking but most of all, Killian’s unquestionable faith in her and her abilities. Now here they were again; after dating these past two years, his eyes still shone a bit brighter every time she smiled softly at him.

Somedays she forgot how lucky she was to wake up next to him, to have him fight next to her and for her every day. Specially after the events of the Underworld, he seemed even more committed to fighting for them, making every moment together more precious, a gift they did not intend to squander.

Just the other day, they were in bed together when she asked about his future plans “now that he lived to see another day”. He laughed at that bit but after his expression immediately turned serious as if reality had suddenly sinked in.

Killian – You know, I was blinded by hatred I never saw beyond his death, I spent so many years surviving but not living. Before that, me and… me and Milah just travelled wherever the wind took us, there was never really time to settle down. I guess we were afraid that if we stopped our past would catch up to us, which it inevitably did.

Emma listened as he shared this bit of information about himself. Suddenly it all felt too real for her. She shivered beneath the covers at the prospect of marriage and settling down with Killian. After all, it was meant to be this way. They were true love. Marriage seemed a small step in comparison.

Killian held her a bit tighter and kissed the top of her head, understanding this was not an easy topic of conversation to Emma. She could not overcome the number of times she almost lost him just in the small amount of time they knew each other.

Killian – I know what you are thinking about Emma. Don’t worry love, I’m still not about to propose to you. Just know that I want to and will wait until you are ready to do that.

Emma looked up at Killian, sincerity in his blue ocean eyes, she could always lose herself in them. She felt herself relax.

Emma – I’m worried you will change your mind or end up in trouble like these last few times.

Killian – I would never change my mind, about getting into trouble I can most definitely assure you I will have you to save me from them, love.

Emma laughed at this. Her pirate was never going to change. She reached her hand up to caress his face and slowly kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip. He groaned and grabbed her face with his hand and hook. When they parted, he gave her a small smirk.

Killian – Or I can always trade you for that damn bar wench I met in the Enchanted Forest a couple years back.

After that conversation, Emma had been certain about one thing: she intended to marry Killian Jones. With the way things seemed to be going for them, she felt that, more than ever, their happy ending was never secured. They had to fight for it every step of the way, there were no guarantees about life. The only thing she was sure about was her love for Killian.

She thought about the way he had carefully put aside, once again, his wants and needs for her own well-being. No matter how many times she pushed him away, he kept coming back for her. And the funny thing is, Emma believes, if she made him wait until they were in their eighties, Killian would not pressure her one bit.

So, in a way, she had decided to let him know she was ready for the next step. When he asked her, yesterday, what she wished to eat for dinner and she answered: “Your heart's desire, Killian. I promise, that's all I want you to have.”

They had locked eyes in that moment, a small understanding passing between the two of them. A smile appeared in both faces. He understood the message.

Her mind returned to their current conversation outside of Granny’s. They had been discussing about her parents and their constant unsolicited house visits and phone calls. Many of these visits had happened in moments of their own private times and Killian, for one, was not a fan of interrupting their quiet moments.

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As Emma’s mind had drifted off somewhere else in the midst of their conversation, Killian realized how tired she looked. How negligent she had been instead of prioritizing herself for once. He took a moment to really look at her and once again thank all the gods above for giving him something so good like Emma after such a long time of pain and suffering. Finally, his happy ending.

She was so beautiful inside and out. Whenever he saw her bright sunshine yellow hair or her fiery green eyes, he had to take a full moment of pause to gather himself. He still remembers how he actually felt speechless the first few times he encountered her after the Enchanted Forest but instead his cocky bravado was nothing but a smokescreen she saw right through. He never told her how she actually made him weak on his knees with just a speech when the whole town was about to go down and she asked him to be a part of something. She was the reason for his change to the good side, to “her” side.

He thinks about all those times he was by her side in their adventures and the way her trust, not easily earned, revealed her painful past so plainly, had been one of the most important parts of their partnership. It’s not that he can’t remember his solo adventures anymore, but he just prefers every single one he has with Emma, no matter what. Her courage and her determination made her the bravest woman he knows, but her kind heart and her fears were the things that made him want to crawl into this woman and never leave her.

For this reason, Killian decided it was the time to finally ask her the most important question of his life. He had been ready since their time in Camelot. Perhaps even before, when he decided to die to give her and Henry a chance to make it to the end of the Heroes and Villains book.

He remembers the look of panic in her eyes when she reached her apartment and came looking for him and could not find him where he last was almost as if the world was about to open up and swallow her whole. The concern over him so profound that he almost teared up on the spot. Once again, his cocky facet had won over and he had used his humor to cover up his feelings. He was incredibly surprised by the way she had ran up the stairs and hugged him so tight, her smile so gracious and electrifying, all because of him. Part of him knew then, knew that she belonged with him, and one day he would make it happen.

Then Camelot happened. The love they were fighting for once again being challenged, this time by the Dark One’s darkness inside of Emma. There were times where he felt unsure about himself and about being the right person to help Emma fight the darkness. But he never doubted Emma for one second, she was, after all, Emma. The same lass that fought Cora, Pan, the Wicked Witch, the Snow Queen, Isaac and every villain other she faced and defeated them.

With Emma, he had witnessed first-hand the way the darkness drained most of one’s personality away, shedding most of her happiness away. Some of the simplest necessities like eating or sleeping were not needed, but she still joined them at the dinner hall for meals and their chambers at night time while he was sleeping.

After they dropped off Henry at the stables with Violet, he had decided take her riding on the fields of Camelot. He did this so she could finally let him carry part of the burden of the darkness and how much it had been eating her away. He wanted her to trust him with everything, even the worst part of herself. “This is about putting your bloody faith in me, in our future”, he had said to her to get her to ride on the horse, right before telling her he would never stop fighting for them. On that day he had known for sure, it was time to prepare for the day.

Killian – Remember when we walked around in that Middlemist field in Camelot? The one we rode to on that borrowed horse, well… stole from?

Emma smiled at him. A smirk appearing on her face regarding the reference to the stolen horse.

Emma – Yes, Killian. Of course I remember. I could not forget the absolute romantic pirate move you pulled in Camelot. It was the only moment I actually felt some peace of mind in the whole Dark One mess.

Killian’s cheeks blushed at the compliment. He hadn’t done it with second intentions or romantic purposes. His intention was to actually relieve her of her darkness burdens and give her a break for once.

Killian – I know you always found me a dashing rapscallion darling, but what I actually meant to revive your memory on was our conversation.

Emma – Yes, Killian. I remember our conversation. We were discussing our future together and me putting my faith in you. Something about you never stop fighting for us.

Killian smiled at the memories. For once, there were no villains to interrupt them, no monsters to fight with. This was it, their moment.

As Emma was about to open her mouth to say something else on, Killian dropped on one knee. Emma, who was sitting down on one of the diner’s chairs stood up. Emma’s eyes turned to Killian’s which were already fixed on her face. His face now serious.

Emma – Killian?

Killian held her gloved hand in his own and intertwined their hands. His hand gently caressed her hand in a way of reassurance.

Killian – Emma Swan, my love, I know how insecure and scared you are of the future and of losing each other. You’ve been through a lot over the years and your heart has been broken far too many times to count. I can’t imagine how hard it was to lose me when I died and when I could not return from the Underworld.

At the mention of his death, Emma started to shed some tears down her face. One of her gloved hands coming up to clean the new tears that threatened to fall.

Killian – I’ve seen you for who you are since the beginning love, the lonely orphan, the fearless mother but also the brave incredible woman you are. Savior or not, you are the most extraordinaire woman I know. I wish that every time I looked at you, you would be able to see yourself the same way.

Emma kneeled next to him to stand eye-level with him. His blue eyes shining so bright and already shedding some tears of his own.

Killian – Emma, I promised you I would never stop fighting for us back in Camelot. I will keep fighting with everything I have for our love and to bring you happiness. The last time we were here I told you I traded my ship to get back home, to you. Love, I would trade the Jolly Roger a thousand times if it meant I would get to be your husband and be by your side for the rest of my life.

Emma’s head fell to the side as she started to cry a bit harder. Her emotions spiraling out of control.

Killian - What I really want to ask, Emma Swan, is, will you be my wife?

Emma stood for a moment looking at his eyes. They were so full of love and devotion. His hair completely tousled and covered in snowflakes. Her heart stopped beating for a minute. She knew her answer.

Emma – Yes, Killian.

Killian grabbed Emma’s face with his hand and hook. He could simply not believe how lucky he had been. He kissed her so passionately it took both of their breaths away. She responded in-kind. His hand making his way up her head to grab her hair just like he had done the last time they kissed here. When they separated Killian still did not let Emma get away from him. He kissed her again leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and jawline. When the kiss stopped, they smiled so widely at each other, it felt as everything in world was once right. As they stood up together, Killian picked up Emma bridal style.

Emma – You do know we are not married yet right?

Killian – I know love, I still got to prepare to carry my bride on our nuptials, you still got nothing on rum barrels.

[jackiequick]

— Once Upon A Time OC 🎻

-> The Littlest Jones — Eugene Maverick Jones

Full Name: Eugene Maverick Jones

Cursed Name: Derek Rogers

Nicknames: Mav, Gene, Genie, Shepherd, Little Brother

Height: 5’11

Age: 34

Birthplace: The Enchanted Forest

Friends & Family

Brothers: Liam & Killian Jones

Sister In Law: Emma Swan

Friendships: David Nolan, Snow White, Regina Mills

Surrogate Nephew: Henry Mills

The rest of Storybrooke gang

Seasons: 2-7

Face Claim: Aaron Taylor Johnson

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Romance: He has dated before, having fell in love with an old friend once. Other than that, he hasn’t found his true love yet. He’s a Jones, he falls quick if he likes you that long.

Sexuality (if anyone cares): Bi

The titles he’s taken on: Pirate, Prince, Thief, Bartender, Knight

His most notable titles is: Flynn Rider.

Yes, Eugene as a child was made to play and read books, while his big brothers went on to scrap for food after their father sold them away. So there was this one book, The Tales Of Flynnigan Rider, an amazing swordsman who traveled across the land in search of riches, great with the people he met and secrets to discover. And for a kid who had nothing? Well, he dreamt about it and took on that idea for himself. It inspired him to take onto that journey in the future and read those stories to all the children.

Relations: Worked for Evil Queen whenever she needed someone to do something for her. Him and Regina had some…chemistry going on as well. Once due to his behavior to steal a stunning pearl, he found himself in Wonderland where he was captured by The Queen of Hearts and forced to surrender to her bidding. On the bright side though, he escaped with Jefferson Hatter.

None-Relations: Yes, he doesn’t like Rumple. The man took off his big brother’s hand and killed the love of his own brother! Heck, Eugene saw Belle from a mile away and thought to himself, he’ll be a great boyfriend for her instead of that crocodile of a man, just sayin’.

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Personality 📺

Eugene “Flynn Rider” Jones is a rather charming, impulsive rogue with wit and a heart of gold. Yes, he can often  get caught in trouble, his loyaly to his family and friends comes out on top. He is someone who’ll do anything to protect those he loves even if it means putting himself at risk.

He hold a playful and laid-back nature that hides a deeper vulnerability, shaped by loss and responsibility. When he does let that vulnerable side be showcase, he will often appears moody and a bit smug or harsh, but he’s often times trying to not let it show. 

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—Backstory ⚒️

After everything with their bastard father, the brothers Jones were founded apart of the The Royal Navy. Due to Eugene being the second youngest one, he was forced to take on jobs with Killian on the ship meanwhile Liam decided to be the overachieving big brother and take on jobs that should’ve been left alone.

Eugene often mumbled and rolled his eyes at his eldest brother’s role, however admired his bravery to take control. Killian however, as much as he loved his big brother, hated how he never listened to him and was too stubborn for his own good. Which unfortunately led to Liam’s death, after going to Neverland due to the royals back home wanting a plant from that island, not knowing or caring about what dangerous situation they sent their own men towards.

Due to Liam Jones’s death, both Killian and Eugene made a very important decision to never return to the navy again or that blasted island. The Crown Jewel Of The Realm became The Jolly Roger overnight. Captain Jones and Lieutenant Jones. They were consider as pirates to many other sailors that passed through, including the places they sailed to and the people they met.

Despite the presence of their pirates to their crew, in reality, Killian was just a big brother trying to do his best to protect his only family he had left. So that’s why it bothered him at first glance when Eugene announced that he wanted to travel the land without him being involved. Killian was hesitant at first, he knew his little brother was a bit foolish and tend to get himself into some sort of trouble, but he didn’t want to act the same way Liam was towards him. Eugene had a good heart and a great intentions, it also helped that he was skilled with a sword—so with a soft smile, Killian let him go.

But made sure Eugene knew to always come back to him and reach out, if he needed anything. He nodded with a grin and gave his big brother a light hug before rushing off to pack his things. Killian rolled his eyes with a grin at his baby brother’s cheerful expression. Eugene Jones was always a big kid at heart with such a profound sense of humor and passion, despite his silliness or lack of self awareness at times. However it made him charming, in his own right.

Sometimes it made Killian wonder if his baby brother would ever survive without him, or live to see the day he’s old and grey.

After Eugene left for his travels to explore the land—read to children the tales of Flynniagn Rider, fight against the odds creatures in the forest, steal a thing or two, give to the poorest people, end up in a bit of trouble himself, drink and dance with the lovely folks in town, etc—Killian didn’t think he’d see his younger brother for a while until The Evil Queen brought both brothers to do her dirty work and much more.

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~ Years Later When The Dark Curse Broke ~

(Also known as Eugene Jones’s Arcs each season)

Season 2 ~ ♟️

Eugene met Emma Swan, Snow White, Cadence Nolan, Elionwy Llyr and others in The Enchanted Forest. He hasn’t seen Killian since the curse came into effect, he had no clue what happened to his brother and assumed he was a goner, so when he found Snow White, Mulan and Aurora, he decided to accompany them for a while.

He had recently been on his way to the taverns for shelter, and escape from The Stabbington Brothers, when he spotted them. He went as far as to ask what happened to them beforehand and recalled how The Enchanted Forest has taken recently to the years of being stiffened in time.

Emma asked, “So who are you supposed to be exactly?”

Snow scolded her softly, “Emma, be nice. But you didn’t give us your name.”

“Flynn Rider.” Eugene said with a soft smile.

Which of course, his real name was revealed later on in the season as Eugene Jones, after he sees Killian again. Back in Storybrooke, he relentlessly accompanied his big brother and the blasted Queen Of Hearts to their revenge. Eugene just wanted The Dark One to pay for what he’s done, after it’s revealed in a flashback, Rumple harmed his old love due to a payment that wasn’t sealed and stole the pendent that belonged to him.

He just wanted his pendent back in his hands. Later, he even met Baelfire, also known as Neal Cassidy, taking a liking to him and grew a short lived friendship. Oh! Eugene’s surprise to this ever growing Family Tree—Henry is The Dark One’s grandson?! Regina has a daughter named Theresa and her adoptive son Henry is also the child of The Savior?! It was a very long yet odd day for him.

Eugene wondered what mess did he get himself into? But he didn’t actually think he could leave this journey now, because he unexpectedly got roped into the family drama.

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Season 3 ~ 🍃🧚🏼‍♀️✨

Return to Neverland! To say, Eugene was happy to return back to that island was a lie. He wasn’t sure if he could survive reliving the past again, once he saw Peter Pan. But to help save the young boy, Henry Mills? He was willing to take the risk!

While he was there on Neverland, after insisting to Pan’s rules of the island with the others and realizing they needed help. Killian smirked at his younger brother who scoffed and gripped the pendent in his hand with an uttering smile.

Tinkerbell. Eugene old friend and once upon a lifetime love. After Regina and her daughter Theresa Mills, tracked her down, the two shared a few glances before a soft embrace.

“Rider.” Tinker said with a light smile.

“Lady Bell.” He repiled with a grin before holding the pendant out to her. “I believe this is yours.”

“My pendant? You found it? But I thought it was lost at sea and fell into the wrong hands…”

“It took some effort and a fair amount of patience, but I got it back for you.”

During the rest of the session in Neverland, David and Eugene somehow managed to get along, even if Charming wasn’t a big fan of his brother. Even rolling his eyes at Killian and Emma possibly being together one day, knowing Neal Cassidy was still in the picture.

Returning to Storybrooke, with Henry in hand, resulted in a few moments of uncertainty within the town as Pan decided to enact another dark curse but Regina was able to stop it sending everyone back to The Enchanted Forest. Expect for Emma and Henry, of course.

A whole year passed, and everyone was suddenly shocked to return back to town with new friends along with a curiosity of who did it. Tinkerbell was gone after she believed in herself again, so everyone parted ways with her. Robin Hood and his Merry Men were brought with them this time around, and let’s just say Eugene rekindled a friendship twice!

Bromance all around at this point for Eugene. He wasn’t mad about it one bit and even made friends with Ruby. The man could’ve sworn he was checking her out once or twice, and who can blame him? Ruby Lucas was a lovely lady in his eyes. Of course, Emma and Henry returned, well Henry had no memory of his past but Emma did so they were on the hunt to figure out how to get his memories back, while also trying to figure out what happened during that missing year. Especially since they don’t know who cast the curse for them to return!

Eugene went out of his way to make sure no townsfolk panicked or threatened to cause any damage, chatting with Henry whenever he bumped into him, searching for clues about the missing years and a few other things. Also him and David took Henry out for a driving lesson—it didn’t go as planned but Henry had plenty of fun! Even if Emma and Regina were in shock at the news. At some point, Eugene tried to convince himself that maybe there’s a reason why those memories weren’t brought back with him, but a part of him was curious about what truly happened.

They all found who cast the dark curse and what exactly they were dealing with eventually.

“Seriously? The Wicked Witch Of The West? She’s real too…?” Emma asked in shock and disbelief, looking around.

Cadence raised an eyebrow and remarked, “Says the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming.”

As Elio and Eugene snickered to themselves.

Of course, after beating Zelena aka The Wicked Witch Of The West, Henry’s memories returned and whatnot, everyone headed back to the diner a few days later to celebrate. Henry was reading to Snow and Charming’s baby boy the story of how his parents met, in which Ruby and Cadence chimed in with their comments before Theresa and Elio arrived. Robin and Eugene were sharing a laugh over a drink with Regina while they watched the scene happen. It was good!

Killian accidentally let it slip that Emma was thinking of returning back to New York City, possibly with Henry in tow, in which left everyone in surprise. Henry exclaimed how Storybrooke is our home and Eugene added that maybe we should all discuss this privately. Regina didn’t even looked pleased with the idea, after wanting her son to stay with her and if anything, Emma should just leave. Eugene gave her a look at her idea as she shrugged.

Eventually, a few hours later, Emma returned in a new light with realization that Storybrooke is her home along with the friends and family in it. Among other events that occurred during that time.

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Season 4 ~❄️🪄🌙

Elsa came to Storybrooke. Robin Hood’s wife who was supposed to be dead retuned due to Emma’s actions, causing a rift between her and Regina. Killian and her decided to go a date. Eugene was on Team Let’s Have Maid Marian Be Gone, but Snow glared at him. Regina silently agreed with him at first but knew that it wasn’t right thing to do.

Eugene would never admit it, but he developed a fondness for Elsa and actually found her to be very nice, despite what Grumpy said. He just wasn’t a fan of The Ice Queen, no offense to Elsa and Emma. Speaking of Emma, he felt sympathy for her during everything, he couldn’t related to what she was going through exactly but he knew she must’ve been upset. He seen from experience, that one wrong decision, can lead to people not trusting your judgement or treating you like someone who should be kept an eye on instead.

At some point, Snow snapped and actually yelled at Emma for accidentally hurting her father. When Eugene knew that all David was trying to do was push Killian out of the way before he could even get hurt, so it an obvious accident. When they arrived at the apartment to discuss what happened, Elio was holding Cadence back from saying something she might regret or not.

But Eugene wasn’t them. So when Snow said to David that “we” failed Emma—that’s when Eugene let his tongue slip. The same tongue that usually got him in trouble according to Killian, telling Snow White off and that it wasn’t David’s fault for any of this—but her own.

You can already imagine the disrespect and annoyance after that. Snow and Eugene apologized to one another sometime later.

Of course, later on in the season, things slowly got into a better gear, as despite The Shatter Sight spell, the Darkness, secrets being revealed, the team separating into two different groups. Even the concept of good vs evil, heroes vs villains were taken center stage. So Eugene was faced with his moral compass and what side he stood on, he wasn’t considered a bad character or an amazingly good one either. He was seen at sometimes as an anti-hero by some and some kept their opinions to themselves. Nothing is truly black or white, anymore. And honestly? Eugene was okay with that.

Oh! Henry introduced him to Star Wars and Marvel Comics, who knew the kid had good taste? He was shocked to find out who Luke Skywalker’s father was and he became a fan of a few characters from the Marvel movies. The two of them bonded this season!

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Season 5 ~ 🌒🍂⚡️

The Darkness comes circling back! This could be summarized as The Gang’s No Good Very Bad Day (sorta). Cause Emma’s The Dark One sacrifice after not wanting to the darkness to come and get Regina, she sacrificed herself to become a part of it.

Theresa mumbled, “…why was that kinda gay?”

Eugene rolled his eyes sighing, while sharing a look with the others and Cadence snickered at her comment. Elio just put a hand on Theresa’s shoulder and shared a look, smirking. Killian tried to take the dark one dagger to summon Emma but it was no use, because she wasn’t in this world according to Regina.

Anyways! Off to Camelot!

Eugene spend a bunch of his time in Camelot basically being a knight with Elio and David, he actually enjoyed it. And yes, of course he danced with Belle at the ball after getting all dressed up, even flirted with her to cheer themselves up. Honestly, he said that he could live here and never return home a couple of times. Belle and Eugene read together to solve the mystery of how to resolve the darkness from Emma, shared a few drinks together, and went on an evening stroll.

But he hated King Arthur from the beginning and thought that David was replacing him in the bromance section, so he went off with Robin instead. Pff, he wasn’t jealous he had his best friend Robin Hood to accompany him, he was just concerned mainly for Charming’s safety.

During the rest of the season, they returned to Storybrooke suddenly with no memories of what happened as Emma went full Dark One and was hiding shit from everyone. Of course, they all got their memories back and Eugene wanted to murder Emma after finding out what happened.

His freaking brother was the dark one too?! Regina and Eugene tried to convince Dark One!Killian Jones, what kind of man he truly wants to be. Thankfully in the end, Killian made the right choice but sadly died in the process. Eugene dropped his sword and fell to his knees once he returned home to his apartment that night, letting out a silent sob.

He lost both of his older brothers to the fire…

A few short days later, Emma showed up at his door claiming that they’re going to drink Killian back. Eugene shook his head, last thing he wanted was to deal with dark forces after everything that happened and slammed the door in her face. It wasn’t until Regina and Elio convinced him, that’s when he joined.

Yay! Road Trip to The Underworld.

Eugene spends most of his time in the beginning a bit bitter, annoyed and tired. At first he directs it all towards Emma, just wanting all of them to get out of there as soon as possible and possibly get his big brother back. Robin knows his best friends is in a vulnerable state right now and suggests he waits for Killian to return back to them with Emma, instead of him doing something reckless. Reluctantly, Eugene agreed and decided to put his mind on other things while they were here, doing what can to make things better.

But that doesn’t stop a snicker towards Emma from him. As he comes across Rumple with his ex-wife, Mliah, and Emma in the street. As Milah says, “You’ve been with my former lover and my son?”

Eugene holds back a light smirk and pats Emma’s shoulder telling her, she’s on her own as he walks away. She sent him a soft glare in return, swearing that she saw Rumple smugness on his face.

During this time, Snow and Robin pull him away from the mess deciding to distract Eugene for his own good. They are going to help people find out their unfinished business, Henry suggested he comes along knowing he can do some good in The Underworld. Eugene hesitated before feeling a slight pang of sadness and guilt, he’s been acting bitter and annoyed—when he could be helping people! With a soft smile, he ruffles Henry’s hair and agrees to do so.

So Eugene and the others were willing to join in, did their best to help people in The Underworld. Going as far as teaming up with David and Snow to trick Cruella into getting the key. It was an awkward yet humorous moment, Cruella enjoyed it but David and Eugene did not.

He went to the loft afterwards to unwind and shake off that uncomfortable moment with Cruella. He told David he’ll meet up with him later on, but his plans got switched when the sound of the door open. Eugene looked up from his drink to see Emma walking in with Killian behind her. His expression soften at the sight. There was a silence that ranged between the three of them, nothing wild or strange, but familiar enough to send waves through their minds. Killian stepped forward pulling in his younger brother into a tight embrace, not even giving him time to react before returning the hug. Eugene glanced at Emma, reaching out his hand in which she took and gently squeezed.

A silent apology between the two of them was made, sharing a brief smile and sigh of sympathy.

They all knew the road ahead back home wouldn’t be easy, but it’s worth the risk to do so.

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Ahhh okay, yes I know I stopped at Season 5! But I didn’t know what else to write yet and I didn’t want to bore anyone into reading more about this story hahaha

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[ouatsnark]

saw a sq say that emma only saved hook as the dark one because the darkness told her too not because she truly loved him and that she needed someone she could lie to or that would never leave her and all he cared about was revenge when that happened which is so stupid

Aw they admitted that Kilian would be the only one to never leave Emma? Well that part is true and accurate. Look how far they're coming along!

Emma wasn't listening to the darkness at this point. She'd already kicked them out of her head.

And Emma lied to Regina and her family the whole time in Storybrook so them taking Regina's whole "you can lie to your family but you can't lie to me" and running with it is absurd since Regina HAD TO USE THE DAGGER TO FORCE EMMA TO TELL HER ANYTHING and Regina still failed cause Emma opened up to Killian instead.

It's like they cherry pick what they hear and it leads to dumb takes like this one.

If Killian only cared about his revenge then he would've insisted that Gold be the one to die instead of him. If Killian only cared about his revenge he'd have begged Emma to make him the dark one instead of pleading with her to let him go. If Killian only cared about his revenge then he'd have written Gold's name on the tombstone and ended his torture. But he did none of those things.

[brucethegirl]

By Design by HundredTimes

Hope is finally allowed to read the story book of her parents' love. She'd always been told the stories, but here was the unbiased tale from the author's pen. All of Killian's villainy, and all of Emma's fears on display for her to learn. She only needs to ask the right questions. And that is terrifying her father.

Huge thank you to @emmaducklingsaviour for the beta read and assistance. I couldn't have done this without you!

With that I present: My first captain swan fic. Also available on Ao3 and FanFiction.net

Part 2 now available.

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Sitting at the table, hook tapping a continuous rhythm while his hand ran through his hair, then over his chin, then through his hair again. Killian looked anything but relaxed as he watched their daughter in the living room. 

Hope was sitting quietly on the couch, her head bent over and her feet kicking as she read through the Story Book. She hadn’t put it down since she had gotten the go ahead to read it. She’d been hearing her family’s exploits for years as bedtime stories, but now at ten years old, she was getting the unabridged, unbiased version. The version that had the scary bits in. As well as the truth about her father’s history. They’d never hidden his piracy, but she was about to learn he was once truly a villain. Some topics were too nuanced for someone her age, but thankfully, Henry had a way with words and was able to give the whole story in a way she’d understand. They’d decided to let her read the stories and come to them with the questions she was bound to have. 

Given Killian’s demeanor, Emma guessed Hope had yet to ask anything. Having placed her hand over his hook to stop the tapping, she ran her hand up his arm to his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “You want me to look over her shoulder and see where she’s at?” She whispered. 

His hand came down from where it was running through his hair and squeezed hers. He sat for a moment, thinking, “aye.” He said, but quickly added, “but don’t,” he gestured vaguely, “make it obvious.” He raised his eyebrows and gave her a loaded look. He always had been so expressive. 

She rolled her eyes and gave him a small shake, “You got it,” she whispered and walked past him to their daughter, smirking as his hand brushed her hip as she passed. The man was always touching her, every second he could. Always reassuring himself that she was there, always reassuring her that he was there for her. She was also sure it was partly his insatiable need to touch her in general, but she wouldn’t think about that right now. 

Emma walked to the couch and rested her hand gently on their daughter’s curly blonde head. “Are you going to want something for lunch?” She asked, eyeing the page in the book quickly. While her daughter answered in the affirmative, Emma looked back at her husband. He had his hand over his mouth and chin in a mockery of calm. She caught his eye and winked and went into the kitchen without saying a word. “Okay give me a minute.”

It was barely a moment before he stood and came closer, “Swan,” he said, but she heard the question in his voice. 

She began toasting the bread for a peanut butter and jelly and asked, “do you want one, too?”

He looked at the spread she was making in confusion and “I-sure. What is she reading about?” He asked, leaning his hip on the counter, eyes impatient. 

“She’s at the beanstalk.” She answered, smirking at the memory, and his brows crinkled. 

“She’s already past… everything else?” His mouth gaped open, almost offended she hadn’t had a single question about the two hundred plus years of his villainous acts. 

“It wasn’t a very prominent part of the book.” she said reassuringly, once again reminding him that those acts didn’t defy him.

The book in question had been a special gift to Emma and Hook from Henry at Hope’s baby shower. So they could one day share their epic story of fighting for their love with Hope, their own product of true love. However, as Henry was the author, the story book never shied away from the ugly truth. 

That included details such as when he’d stolen Henry’s grandmother to the high seas and  threatened his grandfather for wanting her back. Or how he’d murdered Hope’s own great-grandfather. As well as other nefarious deeds here and there while he was blinded by revenge. It wasn’t graphic, but it never shied from the truth. Same as Henry’s own story book revealed all the most evil parts of his own adoptive mother’s true nature

“No, but it was a prominent part of my life.”

Emma shrugged, less concerned. “Maybe she’s waiting until the end to ask questions.” She offered. She knew why Killian was nervous. Hope was his entire world in a way Emma never would be, and she knew how nervous he was for his little pirate princess to see him differently. She also knew that nothing would change how much their little girl adored him.

As she prepared sandwiches, the wait finally came to an end when there was a quiet, “so, mommy?” From the living room. 

Emma and Killian shared a glance and she turned to her daughter after a beat, “yea, baby?” She cut the sandwich for Hope in triangles and went to lick the extra jam that had got onto her thumb, but her wrist was quickly caught as Killian popped it into his own mouth instead. She chuckled warmly and kissed his cheek before walking to her daughter with her lunch, glad he could still be himself even through his nerves. She handed the plate off. “What is it?”

As Hope took her first bite, she chewed thoughtfully. She had a question, but was debating the best way to ask it. She’d always been an extremely patient and well-spoken child, always observing the town and its colourful characters more than wanting to be the center of their attention even though she didn’t have to work for their attentiveness, she got it everywhere she went. From her much older brother and his other mother who doted on her, to her grandparents and barely older uncle, who thought she was the funniest and most beautiful baby from day one. She was a little girl who never lacked attention or affection. Even if all she had was her parents in her life, they worked hard to make sure she never knew a second of the loneliness of the lost childhoods they both had. 

When she finally swallowed, Emma snuck a glance at Killian who had given up pretending to continue making their lunch and was practically white knuckling the countertop. Looking back to Hope, their little one was watching her with her twinkling blue eyes. That same reading expression her father got. “When you and Papa met, was it love at first sight?”

Emma couldn’t control the laugh that burst from her before containing it, her daughter continuing to stare at her. “Umm,” she cleared her throat, “no. No it wasn’t.” She answered, flicking a glance to Killian who was also smirking. 

“I think that’s a bit unfair.” He said, teasing as he came closer. “You didn’t really give me a chance.”

Hope’s gaze swung to her father, “because you were a villain?” She asked plainly and Killian halted, the smirk on his face freezing and becoming a mockery of the easy thing he typically flashed. 

Emma placed a hand on Hope’s leg and opened her mouth to reprimand her.

Killian spoke first, his tone gentle and patient, “Aye, that I was.” He smiled indulgently, “I did a lot of bad things, and your mother knew that. She had no reason to trust me. Let alone fall in love with me. And she was just a hero trying to stand in my way.” He winked, “and feed me to ogres.”

Hope sits with that a moment and stares at her book, flipping back a page  where she affectionately touched the image of the two of them climbing. Her parents looked at the image fondly before catching each other’s eyes. “No.” Hope finally says resolutely. They both look back at her in surprise but she was looking resolutely at Killian. “That’s not true. You already chose her.” Her stare accusing him of not being able to see the truth even though he’d lived it.

Emma went to laugh again, but saw the look on Killian’s face, his mouth gaped and he looked into the distance without seeing, reliving something from the past Hope had triggered. Stroking his arm gently where it had been thrown across the back of the couch. He looked to her quickly in acknowledgment then back to Hope. “Where did you get that notion?” He asked quietly. He was trying to put a teasing tone into his voice but was failing miserably. 

Hope just shrugged, “Didn’t you?” 

Sometimes Emma swore their daughter was the reincarnation of some ancient all knowing wizard when she doled out lines like that. But with Killian looking like he’d seen a ghost? Well she never believed it more than in that moment. 

“Killian?”

He just gave a breathy laugh. “Cora-” he shook his head, “She said the same thing to me when I finally,” he snuck a sly glance at his wife, “made my way down the beanstalk. She said I chose you. I thought she-” He started to censor what he was going to say but decided against it, “I thought she was going to kill me for helping you. And she told me I chose you and had to live with the consequences of that.” He reached his hand over and caressed Hope’s cheek. “I guess she wasn’t wrong.” They’d discussed that fated adventure a few times throughout their relationship, but that detail had never been mentioned. They’d mostly focused on her lack of trust and how he had learned then how high her walls were, but hadn’t been ready to scale them.  “I did choose you. I just hadn’t realized what exactly that meant yet.” 

“It’s okay, Papa.” Hope said, sagely, before continuing her story book. She points to a line of text. “See? She chose you, too.” Sure enough, in the black and cream of the story book they read: 

For the savior knew the man before her wasn’t lying. He understood her in a way no other had before. If she let him, he’d understand her in a way no other ever would. 

Emma balked, and looked to Killian who had his broad smile and raised eyebrows directed at her. His expressive face teasing ‘is that so?’ Without having to verbalize it. 

Hope shoved her plate at Killian, “you need to pick up the sandwich stuff if you’re not going to make one.” She recited from the admonishments she often received for leaving a mess. 

“Right you are, little love.” He said, taking her plate and going into the kitchen, a much lighter weight on his chest.

Emma came up behind him, her arms reaching around and her chin resting on her shoulder. “I told you it would be fine.” She said gently before kissing his shoulder. 

He chuckled, “Well, she’s not done yet,” he said with a weight only lightened by his teasing tone. “You still have to knock me out in New York.” 

She gave a hum of agreement, “With a trash can, yes.”

“And have your parents try to push you back with Bae.” 

She reached up and gave a kiss on his cheek. “And have you try to sleep with Tink?” She whispered even lighter so Hope wouldn’t hear. 

His response rises above the whispering tone they’d taken as he spun in her arms, “hey, that is not what happened.” She raised a brow in challenge, knowing immediately that he knew she knew it was a lie. “Well, either way, I highly doubt that is in there. And besides. She turned me down. Knew I was already too far gone for a different beautiful blonde light witch.” He kissed the tip of her nose before turning back to the sandwiches. 

Emma rolled her eyes and went to eat her own sandwich while Hope continued to read. But then her mini clone snapped her head up, “You trapped Papa in a broom closet?” She gasped, affronted. 

[searchingwardrobes]

Scarborough Fair 9/?

Yes, it's true. You aren't dreaming. I am finally updating this long-neglected fic! Not only that, but I will be finishing it. As a matter of fact, you will have an update every day this week. If anyone still cares, that is, lol. I know the fandom isn't what it once was. However, I suddenly got inspired again to finish this. So whether or not anyone reads it, it's getting the resolution it deserves. Why did I neglect it for so long? Writer's block. I just haven't written hardly a thing in at least a year, probably longer. So when I laid awake, unable to sleep because I was finishing this fic in my head, I was ecstatic. That's why I'm finishing it whether anyone reads it or not. Of course, if you are still reading it, may I politely suggest commenting? It definitely feeds the muse!

Rest assured, there will be an update tomorrow. I don't have much going on tomorrow, and I actually planned more in this chapter originally. So be looking out for that!

Much thanks to the two biggest fans of this fic, Krystal @kmomof4 and Marta @snowbellewells - re-reading your reblogs of this fic helped kick me back into high gear!

And as an extra treat, here is a picture of Emma's wedding dress in this chapter:

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Emma Swan has had a charmed life, despite being a foster child. She has a wonderful family who loves her, and the best friends in the world. The only thing that mars her idyllic existence is her birth mother: a homeless woman who mutters nonsensical rhymes and claims to be Snow White. One fateful night, however, Emma’s world is shattered. Perhaps her mother’s rhymes aren’t nonsense after all.

Rated: M for date rape, dubious consent, teen pregnancy, and sexy times (the good kind!)

Words: Over 1k in this chapter

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Liam and Ingrid, unsurprisingly, had concerns when they came home to Emma and Killian announcing their engagement. Anna, unsurprisingly, was bouncing up and down with joy. 

“Are you sure you’re proposing for the right reasons?” Was their main question for Killian.

“Well, the main reason is I love her,” he told them with conviction, “but it’s also the timing. She needs me. I know deep in my bones I was always meant to be her husband, so if she needs me now, why wait?”

“Are you sure you aren’t just accepting out of fear? Because it’s safe?” Was their main question for Emma.

Emma’s answer was delivered with just as much conviction. “It isn’t just that I feel safe with Killian; I love him. Shouldn’t love feel safe, anyway? And I feel the same way he does. If we waited five more years, or ten, or twenty, nothing would change. We’re meant to be together.”

Liam and Ingrid couldn’t pretend to be surprised. Both of them had noticed a soulmate type of connection between Emma and Killian for a long time. They also couldn’t deny the logic of the decision when it came to Emma’s security and the baby’s. There was only one other concern.

“What about school?”

“I can finish high school married just as well as I can single,” Emma told them with a shrug, and Killian vowed he wouldn’t get in the way of her education. 

“But Boston College, Killian?”

He squared his shoulders and looked his brother dead in the eyes. “I won’t be returning. I’ve already told my boss he can count on me full time with the construction company. He’s promoting me to a foreman position, so I can easily support Emma. When the baby’s a little older, I can enroll at Red Oak and get my degree there.” 

Liam wanted to argue, but there really wasn’t anything wrong with Killian’s plan. Lots of people worked a year or two, or longer, before getting a degree. He wanted to say that Boston College was a lot more prestigious than Red Oak, but he knew full well it was a pretty weak argument. Killian would save a lot of money by transferring to Red Oak, not to mention gaining job experience. He let out a long breath and shared a meaningful look with his wife. 

“Well okay, then,” she said, her signature grin filling her face, “let’s plan a wedding!”

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A date was set for mid-August, giving Emma two weeks between the wedding and the first day of her senior year. Unfortunately, Elsa wouldn’t be back from her study abroad program in time for the ceremony. It also gave them only three weeks to throw a wedding together. Thankfully, neither Emma nor Killian were big on grand ceremonies. 

The first item on Ingrid’s checklist was the venue. The bride and groom solved that easily: their own living room. Anna and Ingrid - and Elsa via Zoom - tried to protest that it was too small, but Emma just shrugged them off. 

“We can just pull out all the furniture and line up folding chairs. It’s not like we’re inviting that many people.”

Ingrid was concerned that the second item, the dress, would be impossible. Fate, however, seemed to be in their favor. Emma found a vintage dress that suited her personality perfectly at a thrift store downtown. She hadn’t even been dress shopping that day. Ingrid had taken her for ice cream after one of her prenatal appointments, and they had decided to stroll around the square with their ice cream cones. They were simply walking along the sidewalk, licking scoops of chocolate ice cream, and suddenly, there it was, displayed in a window. 

Emma wasn’t even sure it was meant to be a wedding dress, but it didn’t really matter. It was a cream colored, empire-wasted, sleeveless dress with one tier on the bottom of the long skirt. The fabric had a delicate floral pattern in light gold that shimmered when Emma moved. The top was a halter, which flattered Emma’s fuller bust due to her pregnancy. The empire waist also masked her growing baby bump and provided plenty of room in case she gained more in the next few weeks. When she tried it on, Ingrid started to cry. 

An employee stopped to admire Emma. “We just got that in yesterday,” she told her. “A woman told us it was her mother’s prom dress in 1976.”

Emma’s mouth fell open as she locked eyes with Ingrid. Her foster mother pressed her hands to her mouth and let out a happy squeak. 

“It’s fate, Emma,” she told her, and the two embraced. 

They left the store with the dress lovingly wrapped in its original box, having paid a whopping thirty-five dollars and seventy-five cents. 

 Every single item on Ingrid’s list was checked off with simple solutions by the bride and groom:

Killian’s tux? Well, if Emma was wearing a 70s prom dress from a thrift shop, Killian would find a thrift store suit, too.

The food? A potluck lunch would do just fine. 

The cake? The ones at the grocery store would do. As George Banks said in Father of the Bride, a cake is just flour, eggs, and sugar, right? Or something. 

The only thing Killian was concerned about was a place to live. Sure, he knew his brother and Ingrid would never kick them out, and there was at least a modicum of privacy in his attic suite. Still, it would be a little awkward, for one. More than that, however, was Killian’s pride. If he was really providing for Emma and the baby, he should be able to put a roof over their heads. 

His pride wouldn’t even allow him to go to his own brother with his concerns. Yet, Liam somehow knew anyway. Which was why he greeted Killian at the door one evening, a week and a half before the wedding, with a huge grin on his face and a slip of paper in his hand with an address on it. 

After hearing what Liam had to say, Killian raced eagerly up the stairs to Emma’s room with the good news. He came to a sudden stop in Emma’s open doorway, the smile falling from his face. She was sitting atop her bed, hugging a pillow, hastily wiping tears from her cheeks. Her mother’s journal rested atop the quilt beside her. 

“Hey,” Killian said softly as he entered the room, “what’s wrong?”

Emma slid over to make space for him on the bed, still trying to wipe the traces of tears from her cheeks. Killian picked up her mother’s journal as he made himself comfortable against the throw pillows along the headboard. Emma lifted his arm, put it around her shoulders, and tucked herself against him. 

“Is it the curse?”

She shook her head. “It’s my mom,” she told him softly.

He waited, rubbing her arm gently, and pressing his lips to the top of her head. Emma let out a shaky sigh before continuing.

“I wish I knew where she was. I’m getting married, and she doesn’t even know.”

Killian nodded but said nothing. Emma lifted her head just enough to look up at him. 

“Is it crazy that I wish she could be there?”

“Of course not. She’s your mother.”

“My insane, homeless, unpredictable mother who threw glass bottles at my head.”

Killian chuckled lightly. “True,” he tapped the green, cloth-covered notebook resting on the bedspread, “but I think reading her journal has given you a glimpse of the woman she was before. I think it’s made you realize, maybe for the first time, what you’ve lost.”

“That makes sense. I think I’m also worried that we haven’t heard from her in so long.”

Killian didn’t know what to say to ease her worries, so he cupped her face in his hand, tipped her chin up, and covered her lips with his. The kiss started gentle, intended simply to comfort, but then she responded so fervently and eagerly, that he lost himself. He shifted so she was beneath him, which caused a mewling sound to pass her lips that drove him wild. Emma slid her hand beneath his t-shirt, sending shivers up his spine as her fingers caressed his lower back. His hand grasped her waist, and his thumb slipped beneath the hem of her shirt. At the simple contact, Emma arched into him, and he began to trail kisses along her jawline. With one hand still on his back, her other hand threaded through his hair. She gasped when his lips trailed to the sensitive skin behind her ear, and something about the sound snapped him out of his haze of desire.

Killian pulled away abruptly and sat up, putting some distance between them. Emma still lay there on the bed, her face flushed, her hair splayed out on the pillows beneath her, a look of confusion marring her brow. 

“I’m sorry, Emma,” he said thickly, fixing his own mussed hair with shaking hands. 

“What for?” Emma asked indignantly, sitting up beside him. “We’re engaged.”

He turned to her and took her face gently in both hands. “I know. I love you, Emma, and I plan to cherish you. You deserve that. After everything you’ve been through, I’m not going to take you like this, hurried and frantic, thinking in the back of our minds that someone could interrupt us at any moment.”

Emma glanced sheepishly at the still open door and giggled. “Then close the door next time.”

He laughed with her and pulled her to him, holding her gently. He ran his fingers through her slightly tangled hair. 

“I want to make love to you. Slowly. Thoroughly.”

Emma shivered in his arms. “Are you trying to torture me on purpose?”

He laughed again. “I feel a bit tortured, myself, truth be told. But we only have a week and a half. Then we’ll have the time and the privacy we deserve.”

“Time maybe. But privacy?”

Killian pulled the forgotten slip of paper from his pocket. “Yes, privacy.”

Emma snatched it from his hand, looking at it curiously as she settled in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed. “An address?”

“Our address,” he told her, grinning broadly.

“For real?” Emma’s eyes widened.

“For real.”

Emma squealed and threw her arms around his neck. He laughed as she peppered kisses all over his face. 

“How?” she finally asked. 

“There’s a professor of archaeology taking a sabbatical to do a dig in Greece. He told Liam he was looking for someone to take care of his house while he’s gone. So it’s ours. For free.”

“For free?”

Killian shrugged. “Well, there are also some maintenance things on the house I’m agreeing to do for him free of charge, but basically.”

Emma gazed in shock and happiness at the paper in her hands. “It’s too good to be true.”

“It’s fate.”

Emma’s eyes shone with happy tears as she looked back up at him. “It really is.”

Killian was ready to throw caution to the wind and press Emma back down into the pillows when Ingrid appeared in the doorway. He was worried what she would say, seeing him on Emma’s bed, but Ingrid seemed too ecstatic to notice. 

“We’ve found her!” she told them. 

“Who?” Emma asked. 

“Your mom!”

[kmomof4]

12 (Actually 13) Days of Captain Swan Fic Recs!!!

So a week or two ago, @hollyethecurious floated this idea about the 12 Recs of Christmas in order to rec your very favorite fics that new shipmates may have missed and to show authors holiday love. Of course, I literally cannot rec only twelve fics, so I've played with the rules a bit in order to rec favorite authors and fics. Sorry, not sorry, Hollye...

Now, the problem with 12 days is... it's only 12 days. So I had to severely limit myself... And, yeah, you might have guessed, I couldn't limit myself to twelve either. So you'll be getting 13 days. Sorry, not sorry, again...

All that said, the authors and fics I'll be reccing over the next twelve thirteen days are my comfort fics that live rent free in my head and that I go back and reread over and over and over and over again. The ones I couldn't live without if I were stranded on a desert island and could never read a new CS fic ever again. So I hope you enjoy this kinda drawn out fic rec list.

Since it was her idea, Hollye is the first author that I'll rec!! Several of her fics are on that desert island reading list and if you haven't read them, you should!!!

First and foremost is probably my very favorite fic of all time...

Dark Hook Comes to Storybrooke - Co-written with @winterbaby89 for my bday in '17, the premise is that Killian succeeded in getting his revenge on the crocodile moments before Regina's curse swept over the Enchanted Forest.

The Legend of Captain Killian Jones - Rated M -

CS Modern AU / CS Halloweek - Myths, Legends, and Fairytales: 

Cursed three hundred years ago to take on ghost form and haunt his family estate, Killian Jones receives a reprieve once every hundred years to take on corporeal form in order to try and break his curse.

A renowned restorationist, Emma Swan takes on the project of bringing the three hundred year old Jones Manor back to its former glory. A manor that is reportedly haunted by the notorious Captain Killian Jones. Good thing Emma doesn’t believe in ghosts.

Varcolac - Rated M - Written for the very first CSSNS back in '18. While heading home to prepare for the coming evening, Killian Jones happens upon a woman broken down on the side of the road. A woman who shifts the entire foundations of his being with just her scent. Killian Jones is a werewolf you see, and the unsuspecting lass has landed herself deep in werewolf country on the cusp of the first night of the full moon. Knowing he must get her on her way for her own safety, Killian offers to fix her vehicle, but things go awry in town when another wolf attempts to stake a claim on the stunning stranger. Now Killian must do all he can to protect the woman, Emma Swan, from a vengeful pack, all while keeping his true nature a secret from her. Turns out, Killian Jones is no ordinary werewolf.

In the Company of Demons - Rated E - After being in the wrong place at the wrong time, bounty hunter Emma Swan finds herself conscripted into working for one of Storybrooke’s most notorious crime families. Tasked with finding a rat that has infiltrated the Jones family enterprise, Emma tries to keep things just business between herself and the all-too-tempting Killian Jones. If she can unmask the rodent, she’ll receive not just a reprieve from the family, but her freedom and a hundred grand to start a new life. But what kind of life? One that exists in black and white, where there is a right way to do things and one must overcome their demons? Or the kind Killian can offer her, where one can revel in the grey areas while enjoying the company of demons?

A Harem of One Series - Rated M - Killian Jones, younger son of Prominent Turkish Businessman, Brennan Jones, meets Lady Emma during the height of the London season just a few weeks before he must head back to Constantinople to take over the family shipping business. Despondent over the fact that he had to leave the woman he loves behind, things get interesting when Brennan tries to give Killian a welcome home gift.

A Mutual Craving - Rated E - The Underworld was one of the seedier, less reputable establishments, even by black market standards. Every facet of the criminal element could be found here on any given night, engaging in all kinds of illicit activities. From the more mundane transactions, like drugs and conventional weapons, to the really shady and oftentimes dangerous dealing of occult, mystic, and poached items of a supernatural nature. Emma Swan was here for an altogether different reasons, however. She was casing the joint. Too bad all her research and intel had failed to prepare for an unusual security measure she had not planned for. One with pale skin, sharp fangs, and a thirst for blood. Her blood... and her body as well.

All of Hollye's fics are fantastic, but these are the ones that I couldn't live without and like I said, live rent free in my head 24/7. I hope you enjoy all these as much as I have!! See you tomorrow!

[gregoriaofnyssa]

Demystifying Female Romance

The basis of female romantic interest is relation-- it is autoerastisphillia. Love of oneself as the lover. This is the true explanation behind the tendency for “female centered” romantic media to have a bland female protagonist and a dynamic, interesting, and often pained male romantic interest. The typical explanation of this is that the female protagonist is supposed to be a blank slate for the female reader to relate to; the female fantasy is to be loved by a dynamic, interesting, rich, and pained man. I am sure there are some women who interact with romantic media in this way, but I am also sure this is not typical, at least not subconsciously. Instead, the bland as bread female protagonist is a conduit for the female reader to relate to and romantically embody the male love interest. 

I experienced this recently when I started playing BG3 recently. I’ve never felt like this about a fictional character before. My heart is inflamed. I think about Astarion, and I giggle like a child. But what is my real interest here? My interest is in myself. I realized I do not so much as have affection for Astarion, but rather I have a great deal in common with him. Our traumas could not be more similar unless I was kidnapped by something supernatural. I was abused; Astarion was abused. I had my body taken from me; Astarion had his body taken away from him. Horrible things were done and said to me; horrible things were done to Astarion. Astarion had his flesh cut into; I had my flesh cut into. 

I always thought fictional crushes were weird, especially when I was a child and my abuse was happening. But now I understand it. The great quality of art is that it allows you to be seen. Really seen. Validated. Only, this art had abs and a lovely voice. This art, and all art I love, makes me want to be a part of it. I love the art because I want to be it.

Autoastarionphillia. Love of oneself as Astarion. It is extremely strange, like much of the rest of female psychology. Masculinized female psychology is even weirded. Reflecting upon this, I recall when I was younger and my abuse was happening, I connected greatly to the character Killian Jones from the ABC show Once Upon a Time. I was enthralled by the relationship between him and Emma Swan, but I really had no interest in Emma. I have always related more to male characters in general, actually. I relate to many male characters more than most real women in my real life. As far as Killian goes, I related to his anger, his pain, and his hunger for vengeance. At the time, I almost didn’t know why I related so. It took me some reflection to realize what was being done to me.

My desire wasn’t so much for the character (it was especially not for the actor), but to be loved like he was, and redeemed like he was. The same is true for Astarion. I relate to his pain, intimately, and I relate to his anger. I wish I could’ve brought vengeance like Astarion will in this (and every) playthrough. I wish there would’ve been someone to pluck me from the horror of what was happening to me. I wish someone would’ve defended me. I wish someone was there to be my mirror. 

This is why the woman in virtually every romance novel (or movie, TV show, or videogame), is a dishwater blonde or brunette with a meek, unknowable personality. (Emma Swan was not like this by any means, but we should still consider why I still related to Hook more than her). This is so prominent that I can’t actually decide if I find Twilight so memorable because of Bella Swan the character, because of Kristin Stwert’s acting, or because of the zeitgeist around the saga in general. The very fact I’m having this debate in my head I take as proof she is not memorable.

There is no question, however, that Edward Cullen is memorable. He spawned more discourse and fandom than I can even imagine (Twilight is slightly before my day). Just think, a pained, superpowered vampire who sparkles. The men in these novels (Twilight is not the first and shall not be the last) are dangerous, powerful, emotional, eccentric, and relatable, and the women are self-described insecure and frumpy, and nothing else described. This is not a fault of the genre, but a feature. 

Male love-interests in romance fiction are, furthermore, usually pained in a feminine way. They are violated, abused, degraded, raped, beaten, and so on. These are means of suffering most common to women. Further, they often inflict self-wounds of hatred, vengeance-seeking, self-hatred, and self-blame. In women especially, these wounds fester. Women believe they are unlovable, and so does the love interest. Their psychologies, as love interests, are also more similar to women. 

Astarion is strong, funny, and capable in a way I wish I could be, but never will be. I wish I could be loved as I love him --as my character loves him. I wish I could be supported and corrected and held, I wish my shame could be refuted, I wish my ugliness could be seen as beauty. 

No matter how much I am loved, I will never feel it. I will never really feel my shame refuted, or my ugliness turned to beauty. So, I possess it vicariously, through someone who will. 

All this is to say I am Astarion’s juice box. Because I wish I could drink the beloved’s blood.