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grimmswan · 8 months

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Love Bites (But So Do I) 3

Captain Swan Supernatural Summer @cssns

Once Upon A Time : Emma Swan and Captain Killian Hook Jones

To learn more about unusual break ins and thefts, Emma and Killian attended a long anticipated play. They were certain that the wealthy and the elite would make up most of the audience. And they would also be a source of a lot of gossip.

“You look good enough to eat.” Killian growled, pulling Emma to him and nuzzling her neck.

Her red dress was tight at the bodice. The corset pushed up her breasts, giving any onlooker a lovely view. The red and black lace choker around her neck added a little something that had Killian practically salivating over his lover.

Emma arched her body, opening more of herself for Killian’s attention.

“Lucky for both of us, I chose a flowing skirt. It will be easy to maneuver.”

The powers of speed and perception that came with being a vampire worked in Emma’s favor.

Neither she nor Killian were able to keep their hands off of one another on the carriage ride to the theater.

It was only through her supernatural abilities that Emma was able to fix their clothing before the valet opened their carriage door.

But as they entered the grand hall, Killian’s mood soured.

Emma followed his eye line and noticed a woman, slightly shorter than Emma, with light brown hair, and a haughty air of wealth and privilege about her.

“Aurora.” Killian explained. “She and I were engaged. Her family liked the idea of having an officer of the Royal Navy as a family member. Liam said it would be good for us to become part of an aristocratic family. Aurora said that she found me attractive and knew we would have beautiful babies. But after I was attacked, she called our engagement off.

I was laying in the hospital when a nurse handed me a letter. In it, she said that she feared I was disfigured. That she couldn’t stomach seeing me in a hospital bed, all wrapped in bandages. And she couldn’t marry a man with scars all over his body.”

Emma remembered Killian telling her that he and his brother were out patrolling when they were both viciously attacked by what he later discovered to be a werewolf. Liam Jones had been killed instantly. His throat had been slashed open, causing him to bleed out.

Killian would have died from his injuries eventually, had he not become infected by the beast.

Emma knew that Killian had worshiped his brother.

It made what Aurora did all the more heartless.

And it seemed it hadn’t taken her long to move on, if the man whose arm she was on was any indication.

"Let’s go over and say hello." Emma suggested. An idea for the perfect revenge formed in her mind.

Aurora's face revealed plainly how shocked she was that her former fiance was far from disfigured.

The shock was soon replaced with envy, when she realized Killian had essentially married a woman far wealthier than her and her new fiance's families, combined.

"How did you enjoy the play?" Philip asked, oblivious to his fiance's irritation.

“It was wonderful. I’m so glad Killian recommended seeing it.”

“You weren’t the one who suggested attending?” Aurora asked.

Emma had a sense that she believed women were the ones who decided on the social events.

“I trust my beloved’s judgment.”

Aurora, thinking she found a way to embarrass her former betrothed, interjected.

“After that injury you sustained, making it impossible for you to work, it must be nice to have all of that time to do research on social events while you live off of your wife’s fortune.”

“Didn’t you know?” Emma asked, loudly, faking her surprise. “Killian fully healed from his injuries. He is as fit and healthy as he ever was. His skill and expertise gained from the royal navy is essential to our business.”

“And what is it that the two of you do?” Philip asked, genuinely curious and interested in the couple.

“The short answer is we are private investigators.” Killian explained. “We are often hired to look into things the main authorities would not be able to.”

“Sounds exciting. I would love to hear some stories, sometime. Perhaps the two of you can join us for dinner tomorrow night?”

Aurora looked as if she were about to choke. Emma could sense that she was trying to think quickly on how to prevent them from entering her home.

“We would love to.” Emma spoke before the brat could interject.. “Killian can tell you all about how he took down five goons at once, while I was questioning their boss.”

The dinner would be useful two fold.

One, Killian and Emma could find out what the humans knew about the attacks.

Two, they could rub it in Aurora’s face how greatly she messed up in letting Killian go.

Philip gave directions to his and Aurora’s home and when to arrive for dinner.

Then the two couples said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Knowing that Aurora was watching and listening, Emma cupped Killian’s groin and whispered, “I can’t wait to get you home. My pussy feels so empty without your cock inside it.”

WIth her acute hearing, she picked up Aurora’s gasp. Obviously shocked and scandalized at Emma’s bold and wanton behavior.

A proper noble woman was never to use such language. A lady of class and refinement never threw herself at a man. Not even her husband.

Honestly, Killian being turned into a werewolf was the best thing to happen to him. His sex life would have been so boring if he had married the spoiled brat.

Once they were in their carriage and the door was shut, Emma crawled into Killian’s lap.

The way she began to grind on his throbbing member made all thoughts of the past vanish from his mind.

"I don't want to wait till we get home." She moaned. "I want to feel you all over my body, now."

If the two weren’t so lost in one another, they would have seen Aurora peaking through the window of hers and her husband’s carriage and into theirs.

And then they would have seen her expression of shock, disgust, and envy that marred her pretty face.

The carriage ride back to their home was just as passionate as their ride to the theater.

But the arrival to their destination meant it was Emma’s turn to slip into a fowl mood.

Beal was standing in front of the house, blocking their entryway at their gate.

Emma knew that Killian’s instinct would always be to protect her and their home. He was possessive of her. Of their bond. And he would destroy anything that was a threat to it.

So she had no real concern at her former sire being there. It was just a great annoyance. It meant that her playtime with her werewolf would be delayed.

A glance at Killian, and Emma could see he was as unhappy about this situation as she was.

Killian didn’t like the male vampire’s smug demeanor. He wanted to tear into his chest cavity and rip out his heart. He wanted to dig his claws into the vampire’s skin and tear it from his body.

That would be the best way of removing his smug grin.

It was obvious that Neal needed to be shown how foolish he was being.

Emma decided to give her former sire the opportunity to learn his lesson the hard way.

“If you want to talk, Neal, then we’ll allow you to talk. I have to make a call to Nemo. Killian, my darling, will you keep an I on him while I do it.”

The three entered the house. Emma continued toward the study to update Nemo on the case.

Being alone with Killian, Neal thought it was the best time to demand the werewolf leave Emma alone.

“Do you really think she’s happy with you? Dog breath. I’m the best thing that has happened to her. She will only be satisfied with her own kind. The sooner the two of you realize that, the better everyone will be.”

Killian's eyes glowed a hypnotic blue. His menacing growl shook Neal to his core.

“I’ve allowed you to say your piece. Now I’m going to say mine. I’m in this for the long hall, mate. Emma is the best thing to happen to me. You are the worst thing to happen to her. The sooner you get that through your head, the better. I will fight for Emma with my dying breath.”

Emma returned. She noticed the two men glaring at one another. Killian’s face was full of fury. Neal’s face contained more nervous energy.

"Why is your crotch wet?" She asked in puzzled disgust.

Killian snorted, smelling the rancid stench at the same time she did. Revealing the truth.

Neal had pissed himself in fear.

“I could never be yours.” Emma sneered at Neal. “You are a sniveling coward. My Killian does everything to fill my life with pleasure. You only fill it with disgust.”

Neal, choosing to pretend that he hadn’t just soiled himself, pleaded with Emma to speak with him alone.

“I want nothing to do with you, Neal.” Emma hissed.

“We were good, once, we can be again.”

“We were never good. You’re delusional if you think we were in love. Even you can’t possibly believe your lies.”

He grabbed a hold of her arm. “Emma, please just listen to me.”

“Let go of me.”

Within seconds, Killian transformed, turning from his human state into full beast form.

Neal screamed and tried to escape, but it was too late. Even a vampire could not get away from an enraged werewolf.

“You shouldn’t have touched me, Neal.” Emma said calmly, knowing both men could hear her. “My lover is quite jealous and possessive.”

With his powerful jaws, Killian tore open Neal’s throat while a massive paw ripped his rib cage from him, exposing his insides. The other paw raked at his back, exposing and breaking his spine.

Being a vampire, Neal was able to survive, but he was left in terrible agony.

With her sharp senses, Emma saw that Neal’s body was slowly healing itself.

For the time being, there was nothing he could do but lay on the ground and wait for the power to get back up again.

His view until then would be pure torture, for him.

For Emma, it would be sweet ecstasy.

Killian was not done proving that Emma was his. He turned to her with a roar, ripping her gown from her.

He licked a long stripe up her body, starting deep between her legs.

She wrapped one hand around his neck, and used the other hand to brace herself on the table. Her eyes fluttered close at the pleasure Killian created with the working of his large tongue over her body.

When she was dripping, her beast aligned himself and speared her on his massive cock.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Neal’s shock and amazement, and felt a smug satisfaction knowing he was comparing himself, and falling short.

Emma didn’t hold back her moans and cries of pleasure as Killian thrust wildly into her.

She would let the whole world know how good it felt to be ravaged by her beast.

He erupted into her, marking her with the scent of his seed.

Now calmed, Killian shifted from his wolf form to human once again.

Neal was still helpless, so Emma saw it as an opportunity to show him what he will never have.

She dropped to her knees before Killian, taking his softened member in her mouth and stimulating it to firmness once again.

she cradled him, squeezing ever so gently, and soon had him moaning his enjoyment.

He tried to pull her up, but she wouldn’t allow it. She sucked harder on his member, taking it deep in her throat. His legs began to tremble from the intensity of her focus.

The noises she made were deafening to Neal’s ears. Every slurp, every lick, seemed to echo around the room.

She was even moaning! As if she were enjoying it as much as the beast above her.

Even after Killian howled his release, Emma remained with her mouth around his organ, until every last drop of his essence had been consumed.

Then she stood up. Her eyes filled with love and her smile full of mischief.

“Delicious.” She purred. “Alway my favorite treat.”

Their eyes turned to Neal, who was just starting to get the strength to get up.

“I should kill him. How dare he even think about touching you.” Killian growled.

Emma cradled his face and smiled warmly at her lover. Though her words were far more sinister. “Control yourself, my beloved. I enjoy watching you tear Neal apart. Torturing him is far more satisfying than killing him outright. Letting him live is especially cruel, when he knows of what you and I are to one another.”

Killian grabbed Neal by the throat. His claws punctured the skin, causing the vampire's own blood to drip from his neck.

"If you have any self preservation, I suggest you find another place to dwell. Preferably one that is far away from here." Emma sneered. "Or else my werewolf lover and I will make your existence a living nightmare."

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Swan and Killian

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When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamp light I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

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Winter wonderland ❄️

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anmylica · 1 year

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Take Me Out (After the Ball Game)

Since @winterbaby89 and @sotangledupinit wanted baseball pickup lines in the pitch thread of the CSMM Discord, I decided to give it to her. This is shameless flirting indulgence, so you’ve been warned! I have ideas percolating for a follow-up, but for now, this is going to be a one shot.

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Emma rolled her eyes as she tried to hide that she was checking a text from her brother during the meeting with the mayor of Boston bugging her about going to a Red Sox game with him and Mary Margaret, his wife. Emma hated baseball with a passion, and she didn’t see why David would want her to go to a game. She didn’t get to respond to his text, opting instead for ignoring it when the mayor’s secretary handed her a folder. She thanked the woman and turned her attention back onto the words being spoken at her.

Emma groaned softly and sank into the cushy chair in the mayor’s office as the mayor of Boston, Regina Mills, continued to drone on and on about the importance of improving the community’s impressions of the Suffolk County Sheriff’s Office and how Emma, as the sheriff, was supposed to do that. Regina ignored her dramatics, well used to them by now after the last couple of years working with the blonde, and she continued her lecture, knowing that Emma was hearing every word. All Emma could think about was the time spent away from investigations, not that that seemed to matter in terms of the “Evil Queen’s” (as Regina was fondly and not-so-fondly, depending on who was talking, referred to as) priorities. Once Regina got something on her mind, there was no stopping her.

“And there’s the community fundraiser for the Children’s Hospital in two weeks that you need to make an appearance at. We should be a united front, and definitely bring Henry,” Regina said, talking at her usual mile-a-minute pace, barely glancing up at Emma from her papers as she did so. When she did manage to glimpse up at the blonde sitting across from her desk, she frowned at Emma’s lack of attention. “Are you listening to me?” Regina called sharply.

Emma jumped. “Oh! Uh, yeah, I’ve already made sure I have Henry that weekend.”

Regina narrowed her eyes before nodding. “Then there’s the matter of the first pitch and the Red Sox game this weekend.”

“What? What ‘first pitch’?” Emma asked in confusion, not recalling Regina ever having mentioned that before this.

“In honor of Law Enforcement Appreciation Day, the Red Sox have kindly agreed to have one of the members of the Sheriff’s Office throw the first pitch. We wanted someone who looks good in casual clothes with the Sheriff’s Office logo to go out and show that the office cares about the community, and what better way to do that than show up at a baseball game?”

Emma blinked owlishly. “Why am I just now hearing about this?”

Regina waved her hand. “Because your brother, David, backed out at the last minute.”

David was a deputy in the department that she worked closely with. Emma had been elected to the position of sheriff a couple years earlier, and had beaten out her competition very narrowly. David had been a large part of the reason why she had won it. He had campaigned very hard for her to beat Sydney Glass, a man who ran a local small newspaper and who had never served in law enforcement a day in his life. She owed her position to him and all the campaigning he had helped her do.

“Why would he back out? He’s the biggest baseball nut I know.” Emma frowned, thinking about how unfair the short notice was. What if she had already had plans? Thank God Henry was going to be spending the weekend at Neal and Tamara’s. She’d hate to have to cancel any plans with him, though the kid was likely going to be mad he had missed the opportunity to go with her. Other than David, he was the biggest Red Sox fan in their family (something he did not get from her).

Regina waved off the question. “Something to do with Mary Margaret needing him for a fundraiser. I don’t know; I didn’t ask many questions. Since you’re sheriff, and you’re approaching reelection in another year, this will be a great time for you to foster some good will from the people. Shake some hands and kiss some babies type of good will.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Gee, Regina, I didn’t know you cared,” she responded drolly.

“I don’t,” replied Regina loftily. “I just don’t want to work with someone even more clueless than you.”

Emma rolled her eyes. Thanks for that, Evil Queen. “So this weekend?”

“The game is Saturday at 3. You’ll need to be there at 1 for pictures and interviews. And you’ll meet the players and organization as well.”

Emma sighed. “I’ll be there.” The meeting reached its conclusion shortly after the details were finalized, but Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was going to happen this Saturday, as reluctant as she was about the whole affair.

Emma’s feeling was right, and it hit her quite soon after arriving at Fenway Park Saturday at 1 in the afternoon. She arrived, ready to take some photos, do some interviewing, and walk her through the first pitch mechanics, feeling as if she was constantly looking over her shoulder. She was so nervous for this event that she was seriously regretting not convincing David to do this after all.

Emma talked to the owner of the Red Sox, and then mingled with the managers. She met so many people she couldn’t even have said any of their names. The one person Emma remembered the name of was Robin Loxley. Robin was the General Manager of the team, and he immediately set Emma at ease. He had been the one to set up the opportunity along with the PR manager of the team, Belle French. He was great, very friendly and outgoing, and Emma decided she liked him a lot. Emma had actually worked with Belle before on organizing security and managing traffic after games, and they had become fast friends all those years ago. They were there during the interviews with local news and Emma felt grateful to have their support. The interviews went by like a breeze, and Emma walked down onto the field with confidence in herself and her abilities. If she could get through the interviews, she could get through anything.

Then she was brought into the locker room to meet the players. Emma felt a bit exposed meeting the team like this, but Robin assured her that it would be fine and that all the players would be very welcoming. Emma came to find that some were definitely more welcoming than others.

The moment she stepped foot in the locker room after Robin introduced her to the men already in uniform and lounging around the room, one of the players wolf whistled. Emma whipped her head around, quickly locating the source.

“Come back to my place, and I’ll show you what a grand slam looks like,” he said with a smirk that he clearly felt was appealing but just made Emma a little nauseous.

“With lines like that, you’re more likely to strike out,” Emma countered, rolling her eyes.

“Whale!” Robin hissed. “This is Emma Swan, the sheriff! You might show a bit more decorum?”

Instead of the decorum Robin mentioned, Whale’s eyes lit up with leering mischief. “Oh, you can cuff me anytime, baby.”

“The only cuffs you’ll experience are the ones that will land you behind bars.” Emma rolled her eyes as the rest of the team howled with laughter.

Robin’s face turned a deep shade of red. “My apologies,” he said quietly to Emma. “Ignore him. That’s mostly what we do.”

Emma nodded in understanding, turning her attention to the rest of the players in the room. She learned that she would be working briefly with Jefferson Hatter, since he was to be the starting pitcher today.

“I promise, I’ll help you throw the ball without making a fool of yourself,” Jefferson smiled politely, which Emma returned.

Robin introduced her to Leroy Miner (who sneered at her, though Robin assured her he did that to everyone), Will Scarlet (a sarcastic little shit that Emma wasn’t sure she liked), and the rest of the outfielders, Graham Humbert (the left fielder who was definitely easy on the eyes), Phillip Ormin (the center fielder who she knew was married to Aurora Ormin, who worked with Mary Margaret as a teacher, and who she already had met), and Eric Fisher (the right fielder who merely nodded but said nothing else upon their introduction) next. Emma greeted all of them with a polite smile and a greeting, though she might have considered something a little more to Graham had the next two people on the team not walked in late.

“And where are the Jones brothers?” Robin asked with some concern. No one answered him, and it turned out they didn’t need to because the two missing players had just arrived.

The door opened as if on cue and in walked two men. Emma turned and surveyed them. The first through the door was a bit taller and broader than the second, with curly dark hair cropped short and pretty light blue eyes. The second was a bit darker in complexion and hair color, though his jet black hair was straight and his blue eyes were a bit deeper and he had a dusting of ginger scruff that looked as if he spent a good deal of time grooming just right. The moment Emma made eye contact with the second man, her heart stopped and then resumed its beating faster than it had ever done.

“Ah, here they are! Sheriff, this is Liam Jones, our second baseman, and Killian Jones, our catcher. Killian will be who you throw the first pitch to today.”

Liam gave her a polite smile and a nod as he greeted her, but otherwise went to his locker and grabbed his glove. Killian smirked as his eyes roved over her figure, causing her to flush under his scrutiny.

“I’d be delighted to be on your mound,” Killian murmured, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to its back, his dark fair falling into his eyes as he did so.

Emma frowned. “I thought pitchers were the ones to take the mound, not catchers,” she said before she could stop herself. Dammit she did not mean to say that.

Killian smirked in obvious delight, seemingly not offended by her banality in the slightest. “Oh, I think I’m going to have fun with you, lass.” His voice wrapped around the words like warm honey, and Emma fluttered her eyelashes as the implication of his words sunk in.

“Alright, let’s go, you lot!” Robin called, interrupting their moment of connection. Emma tore her eyes from Killian’s and looked around at everyone else. She noticed that Liam was scowling in their direction, though the reasons why he would do that eluded her. “To your warm up stations!” Robin ordered.

The team all filed out, with Killian lingering until it was only he, Emma, and Robin in the room. Liam gave his brother and her a dark look on his way out but said nothing. Killian left the room in front of them, pulling his eyes from Emma’s at the very last moment before sauntering onto the field. Emma and Robin exited, Emma’s eyes glued to Killian’s form as they followed him. Once on the field, the two walked to the pitcher’s mound where the starting pitcher, Jefferson Hatter, was waiting.

The three of them discussed how the first pitch was going to go. Killian took his spot behind home plate, squatted down, and caught the pitch Jefferson threw. Once Emma and Robin reached the mound, they stood and watched. Jefferson seemed cool and unrattled, though Robin murmured to Emma that he frequently went off the rails a bit as the game unfolded (which was why he was their starting pitcher and not a closer).

Emma nodded and smiled, responding at all the right times, but she was only slightly paying attention. Her eyes followed Killian Jones’ every move. For the most part, he looked like he was in the zone, completely focused on his warm up routine with Jefferson, but Emma caught him looking at her out of the corner of his eye many times.

Every time he squatted down into position, he threw a slight smirk her way, as if he was hoping she’d be looking at him in his “seductive” catcher’s stance. (Emma was not going to admit that she was enjoying the view. Not in a million years.)

After Jefferson and Killian had thrown back and forth, Robin interrupted and took the ball that Killian had just thrown to the starting pitcher. He turned and handed it to Emma.

“Now, I’m going to have you throw a few from this spot here,” Robin said as he pointed a little ways in front of them, “and Killian is going to give you some pointers for where to throw now that they’re warm.”

Emma sputtered, but Robin turned and walked back to the dugout. Killian sauntered up to her, his glove perched on one hip while he held his belt buckle in his right hand. Emma noted with some annoyance (and a dash of attraction, not that she would admit it) that he seemed to let his hips lead him in the direction he wanted to walk. Emma frowned as she realized she noticed that.

“It looks like it’s just you and me, now, love,” Killian smiled once he got close enough to her so he didn’t have to shout.

“And the whole field of your teammates,” Emma retorted pointedly.

Jefferson frowned as Emma crossed her arms and Killian closed the space between them even more, smiling at her the whole time. “Uh, guys? You’re not actually alone. I’m- I’m right here,” he said, a bit baffled by their behavior.

Neither seemed to take any notice of his presence as they stared challengingly at each other, so he sighed, shook his head, and turned away, waiting impatiently for whatever this was that was going on between the Sheriff of Boston and their starting catcher to finish. Jefferson looked towards second base to gauge how Liam was taking these events, but if Liam noticed anything suspicious halfway to home plate from the mound, he didn’t give any indication of it.

Killian glanced down at Emma’s figure surreptitiously before meeting her eyes. He held out his glove to her and said, “So let’s see if you know your way around the balls.”

Emma scowled and pushed the ball into his mitt hard. “I’ve been known to fondle them a time or two.”

Killian chuckled in amazement at her gumption. “Alright, you want to stand right here, like this,” he said as he maneuvered her body into position.

“Is it really necessary for you to touch me like this,” Emma huffed, but otherwise let him touch her legs and shoulders to get her into position.

“Well, strictly speaking, probably not,” Killian answered mildly as he tapped her foot to get her to move it a bit further away from her other one.

“Figures,” Emma huffed, showing more annoyance than she felt at his insistence on feeling her up. If she had really minded it, she could have put a stop to it; the fact that she didn’t spoke volumes to them both.

“Well, I’m a baseball player, love. I know my way around the bases.” Killian looked up at her through his lashes to gauge her expression. He was delighted to see that, underneath her mask of outrage, her eyes were glimmering with suppressed mirth brought about by their banter.

He decided to back off a bit after that particularly risqué remark, instead focusing on his instructions for what to do to ensure a good first pitch. Jefferson, upon seeing that they were finally getting serious, contributed his input on how to hold her feet and where to step to ensure that she didn’t look as if she knew next to nothing about throwing a baseball.

After the brief instruction, Killian moved behind home plate to catch a few throws from her. Emma threw the baseball to Killian to get warmed up, trying to make sure she implemented all the instructions Killian had given her (with Jefferson’s correction as needed) and Killian threw the ball to Jefferson, who caught it and handed it back to her. Emma took this time to shamelessly get to watch Killian as he moved.

He made the act of catching and throwing look like some kind of lyrical dance. He moved so gracefully, so fluidly, through the crouches, the throws, and the almost-lazy catches. Emma was secretly pleased to note that he seemed to need to pay very little attention to where the ball was, instead paying her the majority of his attention in the way his eyes raked her figure. She hoped she looked even slightly as graceful in throwing as he did in catching.

After a few minutes of practicing her pitching skills, she nodded to Jefferson that she thought she was ready. Killian ran out to meet them before she walked off the field to wait until game time.

“So, Swan,” he said smiling at her, “how do you feel? Are you ready for your big debut?”

Emma chuckled. “I don’t know about a ‘big debut,’ but I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I think I’m looking forward to the bottle of rum I’ve got at home for when this is over.” She reached over and massaged her shoulder a bit.

“A rum drinker too?” Killian whistled. “You’re a girl after my own heart, aren’t you?”

Emma smiled slyly, and that was his only warning before she quipped, “I’m quite the catch.”

Killian laughed. “You’re a catch worthy of a gold glove,” he agreed, delighting in making her laugh more.

Their moment couldn’t last, though. Robin’s yelling broke through their concentration on each other, and he and Emma glanced over to see Robin waving her over to the dugout.

“Duty calls,” Killian noted. “Are you going to stay through the whole game?”

Emma nodded. “I’m meeting a few friends in the stands after the pitch is thrown.”

“And what about after?” he pressed.

Emma gave him a searching glance. “I’m not sure,” she answered. “Why?”

Killian swallowed, and decided to shoot his shot. “Well I was just wondering what the ‘win probability’ was for taking you out some time?”

Emma raised her brows, ignoring RRobin's increasingly agitated summons. “My dugout or yours?”

Killian smiled. “How about I get your number after the game, and we can decide?”

Emma smiled prettily, and Killian had the sudden notion that the sun hadn’t truly shined until it illuminated her smile.

“I think you just hit a home run.” She left him with a lingering look and a smile, finally turning and going to the dugout where Robin was shaking his head.

Killian watched her go with a starstruck look in his eyes. Jefferson watched her leave the field with less interest than Killian did.

“Think we can focus on winning the game, now?” Jefferson asked pointedly. Killian nodded and shifted into focusing on the game at hand.

As the teams focused on completing their warmups, the fans began trickling in. Emma was taken to a part of the stadium just off the field where she gave an interview on the latest activities at the sheriff’s station of Boston. She talked about a few projects in the works as a way for the officers to give back to the community, hoping to highlight their humanitarian efforts. The last question she was asked by the reporter concerned her plans for re-election.

“While no campaigns have officially kicked off, I do have plans on running again and continuing the work for the community of Boston that I’ve championed,” Emma replied, with a polite smile and nod.

The reporter thanked her, and then Emma was whisked off to the field for her first pitch. She stepped onto the field to applause, making sure to wave at the crowd for the cameras (and hoping she didn’t screw this up and have to listen to Regina later), and she took the baseball from Robin. He moved off the field, and she stood at the position she had been told previously. She paused for a moment, letting the cameras take their pictures, and stared at the catcher.

Killian Jones squatted behind home plate, his mask off for the moment and laying on the ground beside him. He smirked at her and raised his eyebrow, seeming to say, “So what have you got for me?”

Emma felt her face heat at the suggestion in his eyes. She rolled her own and resolved to knock his smirk off his face. She took one last breath and held it. She reared back, the ball clutched firmly in her hand, and moved forward with the throw. The rest of the world seemed to fade away as she stared Killian down. Nothing else existed but this moment as his blue eyed gaze met her green one. She released the ball, watching it almost float in the air, and let out the breath she had been holding. Killian’s glove snapped shut around it, and the crowd cheered. Killian stood up and cheered as well.

“Play ball!” the announcer exclaimed, and Emma was ushered off the field after a few more pictures. Once off the field, Emma was escorted by Robin to her seat for the game. She made sure to get some popcorn and a drink just after the home team took the field, settling in to have a good time with Ruby and Dorothy, who had both agreed to accompany her since Henry wasn’t with her this weekend. Once she was settled, she sat back and enjoyed herself. Her seat was just behind home plate, high enough to see the rest of the field but close enough to keep a close eye on the catcher and umpire.

The game progressed like baseball normally did, with both teams managing to get hits into gaps in the defense and then getting players out to prevent any runs scored. Emma took a few selfies to post to Instagram to pass the time, making sure to take some pictures of the field and the players as well that she included in her post. (And if she happened to take a few of the Sox’s catcher, that was no one’s business but hers.) Ruby and Dorothy enjoyed photobombing some of them, and Emma laughed at their antics as they took pictures of each other, cheering when the Sox got on base or got a player out. They enjoyed chatting and catching up, as they didn’t see each other as often as they liked to.

As the game progressed, there were a few times when Killian had to chase a ball to the backstop that Emma could have sworn he was looking up at her after catching the errant ball. When he went back to get into catching position, Emma also swore that he was purposefully bending over a bit more than he probably would otherwise, and did he just wiggle his butt at her?! Emma smiled and dug out her phone to try and catch it again, recording the video for a time, laughing along with Ruby as she did so. She wanted to use it as blackmail material for after the game (and she did manage to catch it again on her phone). She cheered when the Sox scored each time, cheering especially hard when Killian managed to get a hit and run the bases.

The game finally ended with a score of 4-3, the Red Sox winning handily after a seventh inning rally by the opposing team. Once the game was over and Emma had said goodbye to Ruby and Dorothy, who had plans for dinner that evening, an official from the organization asked her to come with him, and she followed him down to an area where the locker rooms were. The official told Emma to wait there, and so she leaned against the wall and waited.

She didn’t have to wait long before Killian came out of the locker room. He had changed into street clothes that consisted of jeans and a dark blue hoodie that made his eyes pop even more. He was closely followed by his brother, Liam, who scowled at the sight of Emma waiting for them. Emma watched as Liam said something to his brother, a tight look on his face. Killian waved his concerns off, and then the two men fell silent, obviously having some sort of silent conversation about Killian’s decision to meet her after the game.

Finally, Emma watched as Liam rolled his eyes and stalked off. Killian turned and sauntered over to her, a broad grin on his face.

“Now, how about that date, Love?” Killian asked, a hopeful look on his face.

Emma looked him up and down, deliberately letting her eyes linger over his form. When her eyes met his once more, she smirked.

“I guess that would be alright. But what happens after that?” Emma fluttered her eyelashes.

Killian stepped even closer until he was close enough to brush her lips with his. “Date me, and you’ll eventually see a real diamond.”

Emma’s heart skipped a beat at the sudden intensity in his eyes.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” she said, holding her hand out to his. He took it and raised it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back. They left, intent on both getting dinner and seeing where this might lead.

A little less than a year later, they were in front of their friends and family at the head table at their wedding reception, holding each other close as they danced in slow circles, the diamond in Emma’s ring glinting in the soft lighting. Emma raised her head from Killian’s chest where it had been resting and gave him a loving, mischievous smile.

“What is it, darling?” he said, smiling softly back at her.

“It looks like you’re batting .300, what with the wedding and all.”

Killian laughed and softly kissed her lips, which she eagerly returned. “No, my love,” he replied, “I’ve succeeded in batting the elusive .400, what with our successful courtship, engagement, and now wedding.”

He spun her out and then pulled her back in dramatically, causing her to laugh.

“Now we’ll just have to see if you hit a home run with the honeymoon,” Emma responded. “Then you could be at an even better percentage.”

Killian smiled brilliantly. “Oh, it will be, Swan.”

“Swan-Jones,” she corrected.

“Swan-Jones,” Killian amended, pulling her in closer.

All around them, their friends and family mingled, having a good time. Henry and Alice, Killian’s daughter, were playing, and Liam was having a good time with the two kids, having finally gotten over his aversion to Killian and Emma’s relationship. It had taken time for them to get to the place they were in, where they were all family, but Killian and Emma wouldn’t have it any other way. Emma thought back to all of their trials, their own issues, vengeful exes, and miscommunications, but having the one person she could call hers made it all worth it.

Emma decided then and there that her favorite sport was baseball, after all.

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just-some-ai-arts · 4 months

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seeing-you-differently · 2 years

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Killian to Emma: When I win your heart, Emma, and I will win it. It will not be because of any trickery. It will be because you want me

Klaus to Caroline: He's your first love. I intend to be your last. However, long it takes.

Leonard to Sara: Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's being on this ship traveling through time, but I started to think what the future might hold for me. And you. And me and you.

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[Alice and Emma are talking about Killian]

Alice: Oh, he's scared of death. Ever since he was a kid.

Emma: He never told me that. Did something happen?

Alice: Oh, just the kind of stuff that really is out of a parent's control.

Emma: Like what?

Alice: Like, um, I lied to him and told him that his dad died when he was four. That probably didn't help.

Emma: Mm-hmm.

Alice: And then, he was really scared, and he asked me if he was ever gonna die.

Emma: And what did you say?

Alice: I said no. I said, "When you grow up, they will have cured all of the diseases and you're gonna live forever." Now, that one wasn't my fault. Science let me down.

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grimmswan · 7 months

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Dracula in Storybrooke 4

Captain Swan Supernatural Summer

Once Upon A Time/ Emma Swan/Killian Jones

“Dracula has powers that give him an advantage. One of which is the ability to create his own army.” David pointed out.

“Those he turned only inherited strength, speed, and of course, the hunger for blood. Very few have more abilities than that.” Smee said.

Emma thought of some of the vampire movies she had seen.

“Reading minds? Controlling people? That’s not typical?”

“Those who manifest other skills usually have a hint of such talent as a human. The turning allowed them to tap in and strengthen such skill.”

“So let's hope that if Dracula does create an army, that none of them develop special powers.” Killian sighed.

“Princess Emma has powers of her own.” Leroy reminded everyone. “She’s got magic. All she has to do is send beams of light at the vampires and they can’t get near her. Or anyone that’s with her.”

“You’re forgetting how fast they are. We don’t want a horde surrounding Emma and draining her dead before she has a chance to conjure her magic.”

“Dracula won’t allow any of the other vampires to feed on Emma. He’s kind of selfish and possessive in that regard. No one touches a potential bride.”

“That works in our favor. If he won’t want anyone laying a hand on Emma, then he will most likely always be alone when he goes after her.”

“Not exactly. He’s done it before. He sent some of his female minions to distract the hunting party after him while he seduced Mina.”

“That hunting party was entirely made up of men.” Snow correctly guessed. “We’re not going to be as easily distracted.”

“My, my, my, you have quite the spirit. It would be most enjoyable, I think, to have you as my bride as well.”

Everyone turned, in shock, in the direction of the voice. Drake emerged from the shadowed back hallway of the diner.

“What’s with all of the pretty boys of this town being overly dramatic?” Leroy gruffed with a roll of his eyes.

Ignoring the dwarf, Drake stepped closer. “Immortality would ensure that your loveliness never fades away.”

A ball of white light hit the vampire, causing him to hiss and step back.

“Stay away from my mother, you prick.” Emma warned, holding up her hands that held balls of white light.

“Oh, don’t be jealous, my love. I am fully capable of pleasuring many women.”

But as crooning and seductive as he made his voice sound, he was still hit with multiple beams of light.

“I am not your love. I’m his.” Emma tilted her head toward her pirate. “And even if you were the last man in existence, I wouldn’t be with a creep like you.”

“I warned you. Your pursuit of the savior is ill advised.”

Dracula shot a glare toward his former minion. “I have no choice in the matter. I require a bride. And only a special type of lady will do.”

His gaze traveled to Emma. His eyes slowly moved over her form. Certain that if a pirate had been able to seduce her, then a powerful vampire noble could seduce her away from the pirate.

He just needed to show her he had more poise, elegance and class then a dirty drunken pirate.

"Her scent is warm and sweet, like fresh honey on a summer's day. It calls to me like nothing else has."

“Such a shame you’re wearing that silver necklace. Your throat is lovely enough without something around it.”

Emma noticed Draked tongue slip out slightly, wetting his lips as his eyes focused too intently on her neck.

Killian understood the draw to Emma’s scent. And a man would have to be blind to not appreciate her beauty. But while Dracula wanted to own Emma, Killian wanted to cherish her.

“Come near her lovely throat and your’s will be severed in half.” Killian growled, pointing his saber at The Count.

Drake was growing frustrated. Not only did the savior not seem at all interested, but she actually seemed to be getting annoyed with him.

The pirate was making things more difficult by insisting on talking.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with so many people around, he took his leave, but with one more word he hoped would entice the savior.

“Think of what I said. Eternal beauty. You will never grow old. You will never die. And you will remain powerful. Forever.”

But Emma was not someone who would allow fancy parting words.

“I think I’d rather die.”

Letting out a huff of irritation that his exit had been ruined, he sped away.

Charming looked at his wife. “I know we’re usually supposed to help and at least try to redeem the villains we face. But right now, I would much rather just drive a stake through Dracula’s heart.”

Snow, moving closer to her husband, thinking of the perverted things the vampire implied, surprised several people when she said, “I was just wondering if several silver tipped arrows shot at him would do the trick.”

“His pale chest would be an easy target. I don’t know why he keeps his shirt unbuttoned. It’s not like he has any chest hair to show off.” Killian grumbled.

Fighting back her laughter, Emma wrapped her arms around her foolishly jealous lover’s neck, soothing him with a wide grin. “I know, baby. He just doesn’t understand a vampire could never be as sexy as a pirate.”

“I know when you’re mocking me, Swan.” He growled.

But he still smiled at her good natured teasing.

Dracula grew more irritated. He stuck to the shadows as he made his way to his hidden home.

Emma Swan was as hard headed as she was beautiful. Nothing he had said seemed to have any affect on her.

Drake was determined to have Emma for himself. But seducing her away from her pirate was proving more difficult then he had anticipated.

None of the other brides had given him so much trouble.

He realized that he needed a different technique to obtain the powerful beauty.

An Idea came to him that maybe the best way to capture the savior was to turn her lover into a vampire.

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