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365 Days of Captain Swan [Day 22]

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365 Days of Captain Swan [Day 69]

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Captain Swan : Season 6 & kisses - Part 02

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“Oh how lovely. A Captain!” Emma exclaimed enthusiastically, she’d met many Captains at the balls and events her parents had hosted at the Palace. “I’m sure he’s a very good Captain.” She added. “And you, a Lieutenant, you must have the most incredible adventures to speak of.” Emma gushed. “This is about as far as my adventures take me.” She admitted. “It’s not often that my parents let me out of their sight.”

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“Excuse me, miss?” The lieutenant spoke up when he saw the blonde. She was the only other person that he had seen so far and he had been rather confused when he woke up that morning. “Could you tell me where I am?”

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“Magic...maybe.” She smiled, her eyes wrinkling at the sides. Emma called to her horse, who came to her side, and she held onto the reins as she slowly started to walk back towards the palace. “It’s not far...once we reach the top of this meadow, you’ll be able to see it. And we’ll probably be able to spot my Mother, looking for me with another task for me to do.” She told him, laughing at her own words. Emma glanced over at him and gave him a quizzical look. “So you know my name, but I am still to find out yours? And what you’re doing on a ship at such a young age? I thought it was the older men who worked on board?”

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“Excuse me, miss?” The lieutenant spoke up when he saw the blonde. She was the only other person that he had seen so far and he had been rather confused when he woke up that morning. “Could you tell me where I am?”

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“Princess Emma.” She confirmed, a little awkwardly. She hadn’t actually meant to reveal that to him. Her parents had always drilled it into her that there would be people who would use her status as a way to harm her, or to try and win a ransom from the crown. “But you can just call me Emma.” She added softly. “You don’t have to bow, there’s no one else around and i could live my life perfectly well if no one ever bowed or curtsied to me ever again.”

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@thesaviourblog wanted a lieutenant starter

“Excuse me, miss?” The lieutenant spoke up when he saw the blonde. She was the only other person that he had seen so far and he had been rather confused when he woke up that morning. “Could you tell me where I am?”

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Jennifer Morrison and Josh Dallas | Toronto Airport  (09/01/2018) [x]

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these are actually hella fucking cute y'all

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🎶 There’s no storm we can’t outrun

We will always find the sun

Leave the past and all its scars

A happy beginning now is ours 🎶

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Emma felt her defences rising as her daughter laid into her as if their family roles had been switched. She’d never been good at being told off, something she’d annoyingly passed onto her kids too.

Emma flicked a glance at Killian, who looked guilty. Emma faultered a little, realising that even if she hated to admit it, Charlotte was possibly right. They were acting slightly childish.

“We don’t hate each other.” Emma said, turning back to Charlotte. “But sometimes people fight, even if they love each other.” She added.

Emma watched Charlotte clenching her first and knew that her daughter needed to calm down or they were in risk of needing to replace the lightbulbs in the room reasonably soon.

“Go study, we’ll keep it down and be downstairs soon.” She told Charlotte, still unable to turn and apologise to Killian. She was still hurt by the things he’d said and she didn’t feel like having their apology conversation in front of their kid.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” (Directed at Killy, I’m so inspired for Char to walk in on her parents fighttttinnnnggg)

They could hear the muffled voices from downstairs, and they had all begun to get more and more curious by the minute and so Charlotte was volunteered to go poke her nose in where it didn’t belong, told by Davey that ‘She was the best at it.’ 

Charlotte  pushed the door open, the jar of pickles in her hand- it was the center of the plan. “Hey, I know I’m not the easiest kid but all I wanted was you or Papa to open this jar for us.”

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Biker Emma Swan

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“Wouldn’t it be romantic to exchange our vows on the Jolly Roger?”

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Emma’s head snapped to the bedroom door as it opened. The last thing either she or Killian wanted, was one of their kids to hear their argument. It’d been building for days, if they were honest. They’d both been working overtime at the station, leaving little time alone for either of them. And then there’d been Killians side comments at the parent teacher night that had irked Emma, and she’d left him to cook dinner with no warning and pissed him off, and neither of them had been good at communicating their feelings for the past few weeks. So, they’d been due for a blow up, they’d both just hoped they could hold on until the kids weren’t around to hear it.

However, by the looks of Charlottes ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ innocent look, and the lame excuse of the pickle jar, maybe they weren’t being as quiet as they’d hoped.

Killian was playing dirty tonight, and not in a way Emma liked or enjoyed. He knew what he was saying was hurtful, and Emma was acting no better.

“You mean you didn’t ask your brother first?” Emma asked, giving her daughter her best ‘I know what you’re up to’ look. She took the jar and opened it easily, with barely even a strain on her wrist. She raised an eyebrow at her daughter. “Next time at least tighten the jar before you use it as a decoy.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.” (Directed at Killy, I’m so inspired for Char to walk in on her parents fighttttinnnnggg)

They could hear the muffled voices from downstairs, and they had all begun to get more and more curious by the minute and so Charlotte was volunteered to go poke her nose in where it didn’t belong, told by Davey that ‘She was the best at it.’ 

Charlotte  pushed the door open, the jar of pickles in her hand- it was the center of the plan. “Hey, I know I’m not the easiest kid but all I wanted was you or Papa to open this jar for us.”

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my favorite thing about the crocodile was hook's inhumanly high tolerance for pain.

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Colin O’Donoghue → WHAT STILL REMAINS (2018) - (3/MANY)