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Witchy Woman (3/10)

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Summary: When Emma came into her position as Storybrooke Coven Leader, she ended things with the powerful Vampire Overlord, Killian Jones. She’s spent over a decade working alongside him and ignoring the growing tension between them.

During his best mate’s wedding, Killian decides he is done waiting. He is ready to have his mate back in his arms (and bed) again. Emma is not an easy woman to woo, but Killian has never backed down from a challenge.

When Emma’s jilted ex-boyfriend returns to town and Emma goes missing, Killian will stop at nothing to get her back and ensure that nothing can ever separate them again.

Rating: E

CW: Mention of domestic abuse, blood and blood drinking (vampires), threatening situations, minor violence, death, mention of parental death

Entry for Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 2023 (@cssns)

Tagging: @anmylica, @elfiola, @goforlaunchcee, @jrob64, @kmomof4 , @stahlop, @teamhook, @tiganasummertree, @undercaffinatednightmare, @xarandomdreamx, @zaharadessert

Author Note: Thank you so, so much to @ultraluckycatnd. I am sure commas haunt you in waking and sleeping hours.

“What the hell was I thinking?” Emma muttered to the clothing piled on her bed. The clothing offered no response. She wasn’t sure what she expected given this particular pile of useless clothing seemed incapable of being helpful in the ways that clothing should actually be helpful. None of the dresses seemed to fall right, the shirts seemed too professional or too casual, and the skirts merely mocked her with their soulless neutrals and business styles. She didn’t date and the clothing that refused to cower under her darkest glare was a testament to the decade she spent prioritising her career over most everything else.

A light knock on her bedroom door sent her heart racing. She whipped around to see Elsa pushing open the door a bit more. Elsa’s eyes widened at the scene before her. “Good. You aren’t nervous about tonight, then.”

“Ridiculous, isn’t it?”

“Not at all.” Elsa gave her a reassuring smile. “You’ve been protecting your heart for so long. Letting yourself be vulnerable with Killian isn’t going to be easy. But, I think it’ll be worth it.” She tugged a crimson dress from the pile and handed the hanger to Emma. “This one is perfect.”

“Thanks." Taking the proffered dress, Emma attempted a smile. "I wish I were as certain as you were…"

"I am not telling you what I saw," Elsa's tone was final.

Emma huffed out an annoyed breath and slipped the dress over her head. The red silk flowed gently to her knees, the deep plunge of the neckline and clenched waist was exactly the balance between flirty and sexy she was seeking. “It would be so much easier if this were actually a first date. There is just all this…,” she paused, searching for a way to summarise over a decade of yearning and regretting the decision she made, even as she continued to believe she’d made the correct one, “history.”

Elsa raised her eyebrows. “Is ‘history’ what you call over a decade of ignoring whatever it is that burns whenever you two are in a room together?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“What happened to Aunt Ingrid was awful, but you can’t let it stop you from finding happiness.”

Their aunt had been a powerful witch who’d fallen for a vampire who was hungry for that power. He courted her, dazzling her with his adoration of her, showering her with gifts and praises, waiting for the day she would trust him above all others. When she surrendered to him and allowed him to drink from her, he drank even after she demanded that he stop. He kept drinking until he had consumed enough to make her powers his. At the loss of her power, Ingrid had become a hollow ghost of herself.

“I know,” Emma sighed. “Well, I think I know.” The fear of a similar loss still sat like a heavy boulder in her chest. Emma could not imagine a fate worse than losing her powers and having to navigate life without the constant companionship of her magic. The connection between her and the power flowing through nature all around her was as deeply a piece of her as the relationships with her sisters. Living without it would be like living without her heart.

Elsa made a small noise of understanding. “Killian’s a good one.”

“Yeah, I should probably put an end to his waiting.” Emma checked her reflection one more time before leaving to meet said vampire for dinner.

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Killian was seated comfortably in the booth tucked in the back of the busy restaurant. He was nursing a strong pour of spiced rum and watching busy tables in an effort to pass the time until Emma arrived. He watched the patrons as they enjoyed their meals; couples chatting about their days, urging each other to try a bite of their meal, and enjoying the restful quiet which accompanies people so familiar with each other they no longer feel threatened by the absence of noise or distraction. Closing his eyes against the yearning that gripped his heart, Killian took a long pull of the burning liquor to steady himself. Emma was late, but that was like her. It did not mean she wasn’t going to come.

I can’t take the chance that I am wrong about you. Her words from that night echoed in his head, clear as the moment she’d spoken them and ended their courtship without allowing him a single word to challenge her decision.

Yesterday, when she pushed her way into his office, he’d taken that as evidence she was ready to take that chance on him. After over a decade of working alongside her and adhering to her strict boundaries, even when she crossed them, he hoped that he’d earned her trust. But as another minute ticked by, he grew more certain she reconsidered.

“Can I get you anything else, sir?”

Killian brought his focus to the young man - vampire - now standing at the end of his table. “Another drink would be welcomed.”

“Right away,” the waiter lingered a moment. His voice lowered so only Killian could hear him. “Sire, there is a vamp outside that…”

“I’ll see to it,” Killian said, interrupting whatever explanation that followed. “Forget the drink,” he said as he stepped from the booth and paid for the drinks he already consumed. His jaw muscles jumped as he strolled toward the exit, annoyance rolling from him in waves. Emma hadn’t shown up, but he could think about that after he dealt with whatever asshole was causing trouble outside of the restaurant.

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Emma hurried toward the restaurant where she knew Killian would be waiting for her, halfway through his first drink. She was trying to think of a ridiculous excuse for her tardiness that would bring a smile to those deliciously tempting lips. There was a three-person pile-up in front of the library. Traffic on the sidewalk was unbelievable!

Between one step and the next, she was suddenly pulled off balance and slammed into the wall of the restaurant. Dark spots danced in her vision at the impact, but she could clearly see Neal's sneering face as he held her firmly against the wall, his fingers digging bruises into her arms.

She reached for her magic to shove him off, but it had scattered when her head hit the wall and she couldn't quite grasp it yet. She refused to give in to the panic that had her heart pounding in her throat. She needed to try to calm down and focus on pulling the threads of her magic back to her.

“Let go of me,” she demanded. Her rising anger and panic made her too flustered to accomplish more than an ineffective spark between her fingers.

“I am not letting you go in there,” Neal replied, calmly.

“You don’t have a say in this,” Emma snapped, still trying to get free from his grasp. He tightened his hold, forcing a grunt of pain to escape her.

“You are not going in there,” Neal replied as if he were talking a child down from a tantrum. He leaned in and she could feel the hot moisture of his breath against her skin; the sensation made her feel sick. She couldn't discern his intentions; did he mean to bite her? Kiss her? Was he going to threaten her again?

He whipped his head back suddenly, turning to focus on something behind him. Emma pulled her knee up in a quick, decisive movement that had Neal releasing his hold on her and bending in half as she ran blindly away from him.

She didn't make it far before she collided with a patron walking out of the restaurant. Their hands wrapped around her to prevent her from falling, but she flinched at the contact and they dropped their hands.

"Are you okay, love?" The accented voice pulled her back to the surface. Her mind and body calming, no longer drowning in the fear she'd felt moments ago. Her eyes started to burn with tears as the adrenaline flooding her system started to wane and she tried to nod in answer to Killian's question. Killian watched her quietly, the concern on his face unmistakable. "Let me take you home?"

Numbly, Emma nodded. Killian threw his coat around her shoulders, the sudden warmth and familiar scent of him surrounding her with unexpected comfort.

"Is this okay?" Killian asked, indicating his intent to place his hand between her shoulders to help guide her to the car. It was a casual touch like so many between them, almost habitual, but tonight it felt like a lifeline, pulling her back to safety. Again, she only nodded. They were quiet as they walked to Killian's sleek Aston, both on alert for any indication of danger.

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Other than Emma quietly asking him to take her back to his house, the drive was quiet. Killian hadn't stopped scanning for threats or glancing over to assess her injuries until they'd crossed the threshold into his den. He'd turned on the gas fireplace, despite the warmth of the evening, and laid a blanket on her as she sat curled up on the couch. It wasn't until she was holding a warm cup of hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon that he finally broke the quiet - Can you tell me what happened? He settled on the floor in front of her, watching her intently, but giving her as much space as he could with his instincts demanding he sweep her into his arms and never let her go.

"I was distracted. I didn't see him," Emma offered, quietly.

"See who?"

"Neal.” Emma continued, her words rushing out, skipping details. "When my head hit the wall, it messed with my magic. I couldn't throw him off."

A wave of anger at Neal and at himself for not being there crashed through him. While he would enjoy ending that pathetic creature's existence, Killian filed away the various gruesome images that accompanied that desire. He could not give in to his anger until he knew that Emma was okay.

He moved to sit next to her on the couch. When she didn't shy away, he gently pulled her into his arms. She relaxed into him, moments of the evening's encounter spilling from her in the same disjointed manner. Killian listened intently, saving his responses for later. Emma needed someone to hear her tonight. When she had time to process, they could discuss a few details that were nagging at him.

He held her firmly, keeping her rooted in the present where she was safely tucked in his embrace. They stayed together like this in a comfortable quiet for a while after she'd finished talking.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked her softly.

A soft snore filled the room.

Killian was filled with a sudden need to capture every detail of this moment - the weight and warmth of her against his chest, the softness of her hair tickling his beard when he looked down at her, the way his arm - currently draped around her waist - rose and fell with her steady breathing, the familiar sweet vanilla fragrance, the softness of her in sleep, and the freeing absence of the all-consuming yearning he'd been slave to all these years - and burn it into his memory.

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kwistowee · 1 month

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Season 2 Hook | Pt. 2

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happy-emmdings · 10 months

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What's your favourite Captain Swan moment in canon and perhaps in fanfic?

Ooo okay I’ll try not to go off on a tangent but

There are so many!!!

From the top of my head…

I wanna say the entirety of the CS Back to the Future adventure. But the “You traded your ship for me?” moment is so significant and beautiful. It’s just you know… There’s Emma “I’m not used to someone putting me first” Swan who never had a home, who had been betrayed and abandoned time and time again. There’s Killian “I didn’t have anything to live for” Jones. And there’s the memory of him snapping sharply at Ariel that “She’s not just a ship.” And the Jolly Roger is not just a ship; she is his home. She is the vessel that carried all the memories of his lost loved ones, but also his pride and reputation, his most prized possesion and his actual home…

And after all their crazy adventures, Emma asks him how he got to her in the first place. And the cocky grin that’s barely masking the vulnerable softness in his eyes falls away and he grows serious when he responds with a quiet “Aye” to her stunned “You traded your ship for me?”

And that’s where she realizes he traded his home for hers, that he gave up everything he had so that she could have a chance to be with her family and so that he could perhaps be a part of her home and she is so not used to that. In fact it is in stark contrast with her past experiences for someone to put her absolutely and completely first like that. And it’s not like he was going to use it as a way to make her feel like she owed him something. In fact, he wouldn’t have even mentioned it had she not asked directly like that. And it’s that kind of selfless love that is so rare and beautiful and unexpected for Emma and agafsgahjajahahshabgsgsgsgsv!!! Ya know?

So that.

And the moment where Emma finally finds Killian in the Underworld and fucking runs over those metal beams over a river of eternal torment and dashingly rescues her beloved pirate. And Killian even then putting Emma first and telling her she should not have come.

“I never listen.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it.”

And then just a gentle, warm, loving embrace that feels like being welcomed home, even there in the deepest ring of hell above a pit of liquid dispair… your otp could never

But because I like tragedy I have to at least mention the Hellevator goodbye with that improvised hand kiss💔 It was just so soft and painful and… yeah

But then there is the adorable graveyard reunion with a million cheek kisses.

And obviously pancakes🥞✨ because that scene is perfect in every way including Snow barging in like that because

“Am I interrupting something?” “Yes.” “No.” is just so fucking funny.

As for fanfic moments, none in particular come to mind right now, I don’t know sorry🤷‍♀️😅

So anyway I’m really holding back because I could just ramble about these two on and on… Their story is truly made of so many beautiful moments, big and small, sweet and sad and happy and meaningful and… I love them all.

#captain swan #answered asks #cs moments #let me know if you want me to ramble because i can #there are so many moments!#these are like the classics i guess

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wannabespacesmuggler · 1 year

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Small Talk and Mediocre Coffee | Henry Mills

Chapter Fourteen | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Summary: You recently moved to Storybrooke and began working the morning shift at Granny’s diner. Meanwhile, Killian Jones has been working the night shift on the docks of Storybrooke for years. When his routine gets turned upside down, he begins to understand the simple joy brought by an early cup of coffee, as long as you’re the one pouring it.

Pairing: Killian Jones x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1K

Extras: Playlist – A playlist for two idiots in love: a gruff outcast who hates coffee but now drinks it every morning because the waitress at the diner keeps smiling at him as they pour it.

Author’s Note: Not a super long update, but just a sweet moment between you and your boys one morning in the diner that I just had to write.

Only one person can persuade Killian Jones to disregard his regular booth at the diner that he has grown so fond of and, instead, take a seat on one of the bar stools at the counter. That person is Henry Mills.

On a usual morning, the only person who seems to notice that Killian has entered the diner is you. The rest of the early-morning regulars don’t even bat an eye at the bell, signaling a new patron has set foot into the establishment. You, however, notice every time. Killian chaulks it up to your exceptional customer service skills. Little does he know that every time that bell rings, you eagerly turn your attention to the sound, hoping that it’s your dark-haired pirate.

However, every so often, instead of your warm smile, he is greeted first thing with the bright eyes of Henry Mills who begs Killian to sit with him. And he never has the heart to tell the boy no -- no matter how grumpy he is that morning.

This morning just so happened to be one of those mornings.

“I just don’t get it.”

Henry lets out a frustrated sigh, dropping his pencil onto his algebra worksheet. The boy glances over at Killian while crossing his arms over his chest. After taking a long sip of his coffee, Killian meets Henry’s gaze and he raises a brow in response.

“Don’t look at me, lad. You remember what happened the last time I helped you with your homework.”

Henry lets out a small laugh at the memory of Killian attempting to assist Henry with his math assignment. Killian really did try his best, but, in reality, all the boy learned that day were a few cuss words that he excitedly shared with his classmates at school. From that day on, Killian Jones was prohibited from helping Henry with any schoolwork. Luckily, you happen to be in earshot of your two favorite boys and make your way over before Killian can do any damage.

“Let me take a look, Henry.”

From across the counter, you slide the worksheet between Henry and yourself. You take a second to look at the problem he is stuck on before picking up the pencil he dropped. Fortunately for you, Henry is only in the 6th grade so his homework is still manageable to help with while keeping up with the customers during your shift. You take a few moments to explain the order of operations to him and show him exactly what needs to be done first, second, and third. Henry watches you intently, nodding his head furiously.

This is nothing new to Killian. He watches you help Henry with his homework regularly and yet, every time he can’t help but admire you. Killian knows you would spend your entire shift helping Henry with his algebra homework if he asked you to. You would ignore the orders, and the dishes, and the customers for the boy because you genuinely care for him.

“Is this right?”

Killian watches you lean in towards the boy, to check his work. The excitement on Henry’s face when you told him that he got it right was enough to bring a smile to even Killian’s face.

Killian adores Henry.

You lean over the counter and ruffle the boy’s hair playfully. Henry breaks out into laughter and Killian’s smile grows wider.

And Killian adores you.

“They’re way better at teaching me than you.”

Killian furrows his brow at the boy, but his smile remains. Henry is giving him a mischievous grin.

“Oui. Don’t forget who taught you how to throw a baseball.”

Henry rolls his eyes at Killian’s words. His boyish grin, however, is soon replaced with a solemn grimace. Killian can tell something is on the boy’s mind.

“You’ll be there right?”

Henry’s voice is suddenly soft and the question tugs at Killian’s heartstrings.

“Of course. I can’t miss my best mate’s first game of the season.”

Just as quickly as it left, the grin on Henry’s face reappears.

“It’s already baseball season?”

“Yes! My first game is this weekend. Everyone is going to be there. Will you come?”

Henry cannot contain his excitement as he asks you to attend his game.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

The grin that Henry offers you in response warms your heart.

“Well, I gotta head into work.”

Killian clears his throat while getting up from the stool. He throws on his leather jacket and fishes his wallet out of his jeans, making sure to leave you a five-dollar bill next to his mug. Killian claps Henry on the shoulder, jostling him around just enough to elicit laughter from the boy. He then looks up at you with a tender smile.

“Thanks for the coffee, love.”

“Anytime.”

You return to wiping down the counter in front of you as Killian turns to leave. You don’t notice as Killian glances back at you while opening the door, but Henry catches it. The boy’s brow furrows as he watches Killian look at you for just a second. Henry normally wouldn’t have thought twice about it. He’s noticed by now how Killian is always paying close attention to you. But the look on Killian’s face was what took the boy aback. He looked so content for that brief moment.

“Can I tell you something?”

Henry’s words cause you to stop in your tracks. The tone of his voice was suddenly very serious.

“Of course, you can.”

“I’m glad you met Killian.”

You’re not sure what you were expecting him to say, but that definitely wasn’t it.

“Why’s that?”

“He just always seemed so unhappy before he met you.”

His answer makes you smile.

“You think he’s happy now?”

He takes a second to think about your question before nodding his head.

“I think so.”

Sometimes you wish you were as brazen as Henry. To just say exactly what you’re thinking and feeling at that very moment. Unfortunately, you’re not twelve.

Eventually, Henry leaves for school and you finish up your shift at the diner. Although he said it so nonchalantly, Henry’s words stick with you throughout the day. You’re not sure how much stake you should put into the boy’s thoughts. All you know is you’re certainly glad you met Killian, too.

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