It’s been great being your CSSV, and I hope you like your gift! Thank you for being so amazing and understanding! I hope the rest of your year is filled with love and Captain Swan!
So here is my waaaaaaay overdue/late CSSV gift for @themmaswan. I’m sorry it took me so long to get your gift posted, and that I wasn’t the most diligent Valentine. And I’m sorry this gift isn’t anything super spectacular (as much as I tried, the idea I wanted to write just didn’t want to come together), but I really hope you enjoy it. It’s a little flangsty thing because apparently the only thing that wanted to come to me for this fic was sadness with a bit fluff.
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She caught the first glimpses of it the night he moved in - starting with their bed, of all things.
Emma bounded up the stairs. “Okay, dad’s on sheriff duty for the rest of the night.” She kept her attention focused on her phone, typing out a text to Henry as made her way towards the bedroom. “And I ordered us some pizza. Should make for a good ‘move in’ night, finally…”
She stopped short just inside the doorway as she pocketed her phone. Killian was standing, staring at the bed, a well worn book clasped tightly in his hand. His lone chest of trinkets sat open on the dresser behind him.
“Everything okay?”
Killian flinched as if awakened from a daydream and looked at her abruptly. “Aye,” He offered her a tight smile, his voice a little rough. He looked back towards the bed and gestured with his hook to either side of it. “Which… uh… which side should I…”
Emma frowned at his obvious anxiousness. “Whatever side you want…” She watched as he nodded and then crossed over to the right side of the bed, gently laying the book on the nightstand. He ran a single finger down the fraying red spine before turning sharply on his heels and keeping his gaze firmly on the floor as he started to make his way back to the chest.
“Hey…” Emma slowly started to make her way towards him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, love.” His voice was as tight as his smile had been. He rooted around in the chest, clearly not looking for anything in particular.
She placed a hand on his arm, stilling his fidgeting. “You’re worked up about something.” His eyes hesitantly drifted upwards, meeting hers in the reflection of the mirror. She noticed his focus briefly shifted to the bed behind them before meeting hers again. “You don’t like it, do you? The bed?”
Killian shook his head. “It’s not that.”
“Then what? The bedding? Because we can always change…” Emma felt a bit of her own anxiousness started to build up, thinking going ahead and choosing things for their house without talking to him first might have been a bad idea. “I just picked what seemed nice. But it’s your’s too, so if you want to look for something else-”
He turned towards her, taking her hand in his and shaking his head again. “Your choice of decor is lovely, Swan. Really. “ He offered a small, reassuring smile. It faded as he swallowed and closed his eyes, a flush creeping up his neck and across his cheeks. “I’ve never had one quite so big before, is all.”
Emma felt the overwhelming urgency to please drain out of her and she visibly deflated where she stood. She glanced towards the bed and couldn’t help her eyes from widening a bit. “Oh.”
Killian opened his eyes to look at her, his face a mix of awe and embarrassment. “Aye. I know it’s a rather silly thing to marvel at, all things considered.” He tried to shrug it off but Emma shook her head and gave his hand a firm squeeze.
“No, it’s not.” She said firmly, sensing all that he wasn’t saying. He smiled, this one with a little more feeling behind it, and nodded.
“So you said something about pizza?” He pulled away from her, going to close the lid of his chest. And like that, the first glimpse was gone, faster than it had come.
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The shower brought it out next.
It had been an exhausting day for them both. Villain-chasing and monster-fighting had left them tired and dirty and aching. It was all Emma could do to toast a couple of packets of pop-tarts for dinner, and Killian’s lack of protest was a testament to his own exhaustion.
Still, when they’d found themselves curled up in bed, Emma just about to drift off in her mud-splattered blouse and jeans, Killian declared he needed to shower before he could go to sleep.
“Shower in the morning, babe.” Emma sighed. She tugged on his arm to try and get him to curl back up against her, but he was insistent about getting out of bed.
“Don’t want to get the linens all dirty.” He mumbled distractedly, already going about removing his own dirt-encrusted clothing. Emma flopped over in bed to watch him struggle in his exhaustion with the buttons on his waistcoat.
“We can just wash the sheets in the morning, Killian.” She argued, pouting. “I just want to sleep right now.”
Killian looked at her sharply, a fire behind his eyes despite his clear lack of energy. “And you bloody well can, Swan. Sleep away in your own filth. I refuse to do it anymore!”
Emma blinked, slowly pushing herself up on her elbow to stare at him. His own blue-eyed gaze went wide, as if caught off guard by his own outburst, before shifting quickly to the floor. He shuffled in place, bringing his hand up to brush partway through his hair before it stopped and rested there. There was a vulnerable set to his shoulders as he finally spoke again. A glimpse of something small and lost.
“I’m sorry, love.” He sighed. “This is just something I need to do now, okay?”
Despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at her, Emma nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
He nodded back in response, still not meeting her gaze, and slowly made his way to the bathroom, back to unbuttoning his clothes as he went. The quiet click of the door shutting behind him was the only sound that filled the room. Emma stared at the closed door for a few minutes before pulling in a deep breath and getting out of bed, summoning enough energy to go about changing the sheets before she shucked her own clothes and made her own way to the bathroom.
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The kitchen brought it all bumbling to the surface one morning.
Because 4 A.M was much closer to morning than night than Emma would like.
But that was when she came stumbling downstairs to find her True Love hunched over the kitchen sink, scrubbing furiously at one of the corners with a clump of steel wool clutched in his fingers. A bottle of rum, one she’d known had been nearly full before going to bed, sat off the side, the amber liquid not even reaching up past the label anymore.
Emma felt her heart seize at the sight of him, illuminated only by the light over the stove. In the same way she’d sensed something was wrong and woken up, he could sense her standing there. He paused in his frantic cleaning and glanced at her with all the shame and embarrassment that radiated off his hunched form.
“Love, I-” His voice faltered and she watched as tears slipped free. And she could see it, clear as day, right then...
A lost little boy who didn’t matter and thought he never would.
She was across the kitchen in a heartbeat, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest and pressing her forehead to his.
Killian let out a shuddering sob, dropping the steel wool so he could bring his hand up to grasp at her arm. “I’m sorry.” He whispered through his tears.
“Don’t be.” Emma whispered back. She placed a soft kiss to his lips. “Not for any of it.” She pulled back, freeing one of her arms so she could brush the hair from his eyes. “I’m a fan of every part of you too.”
Killian managed a laugh despite the crying. “Even this mess?”
“Goes well with mine.” Emma shrugged, smiling self-deprecatingly.
Killian nodded and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. The melancholy quickly returned to him, his whole form seeming to shrink under the weight of it.
Emma tightened her hold on him, and he returned the gesture in kind, dropping his head to her shoulder. She turned and placed a kiss in his hair. “You can overcome anything too, you know? You’re not lost anymore, Killian. I promise.”
“It’s gonna take me some time to realize that, love.”
“Well, that makes two of us.”
Killian chuckled morosely and Emma felt his lips press a warm, teary kiss again her neck. “Still quite the team, you and I.”
Summary: The Evil Queen uses Hyde’s serum to separate Hook and Killian. After kidnapping Captain Hero, she asks Captain Hook to poison Emma, but his other half just refuses to let him. Season 6 Canon Divergence. Rated M for some lusty thoughts and swears. 1.2k preview.
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Hook really does try his best not to stare down the food on his plate suspiciously. The Swan woman, Emma, sits across the table, prattling on about whatever happened at her job earlier in the day. From the window, Hook can see the Jolly Roger with dropped anchor in its proper port, so close that he could simply walk up to it and steal it if he tried.
He can feel his other half - he refuses to call it his better half, and has taken to calling the other Killian the “weaker one” - struggling in whatever brigg the Evil Queen has kept him in since their serum division. It’s a stark reminder of his task, the one the Evil Queen is paying him handsomely to do. If Hook can pretend to be Killian Jones long enough to slip the poison into Emma’s morning coffee, then her Royal Majesty Regina will put a brand new, shiny magic bean in his hand and he will never have to spend another gods forsaken minute in this land.
“Killian, you’re quiet this morning. Everything alright?” Hook’s attention snaps up to Emma, her worried eyes a sure sign that whatever she suspects, it isn’t about his true identity. For a moment, he forms his answer. It’s been awhile since any words that left his mouth weren’t cynical in nature, but if he’s going to do this right, he needs to really play his part well.
“Of course, love. The weather change has me a bit sleepy, that’s all.” The force it requires to sound affectionate puts a strain on his throat. Emma notices it and isn’t convinced. Hook prepares his charm, forcing back the nausea at entertaining the attention of this woman, but he can begin to convince her, the young boy Henry is barreling into the room.
Now Hook doesn’t have much against Henry. It isn’t the lad’s fault that his birth mother is quite possibly the most bothersome woman he has ever encountered, or that his adoptive mother is a cold-hearted murderer. Hook even has a bit of pity to spare for the runt of a boy, because he actually believes in things like hope and true love.
“Morning guys,” Henry calls out, dressed and ready for his day. Hook can’t help but notice the rag of a scarf that the boy wears around his shoulders, something that looks about two sizes too small for his growing figure.
“Hey kid,” Emma says, a sickly smile of adoration forming on her cheeks. She rises and presses a kiss on his forehead. “I made breakfast. Are you hungry?”
Henry shakes his head, slinging his bag over his shoulders and barreling toward the door.
“I’m already late. Thanks, though!” He’s halfway out the door when he suddenly pokes his head back in and rambles too quickly for Emma to argue, “I’ll be home late tonight. Taking Violette out. Don’t wait up for me.” And with a slam of the door, the lad is gone.
Which leaves Hook alone with Emma. It’s perfect conditions, really. No one else is around, the poison weighs heavy in his pocket, and her coffee is only inches away. All he would have to do is ask her to go grab his jacket from upstairs, and as easy as that, the Savior would be gone for good.
It lacks grandeur, sure. In his mind, Hook had pictured a bloody duel, forcing the Savior to the ground and making her drink every last drop of the deadly stuff. He never imagined bringing the downfall of Emma Swan could be so easy, yet perhaps that brought its own element of fun. And it would get him the bean he wanted, which was all he really needed anyways.
Reaching into his pocket to grab the tiny vial, Hook feels his entire body freeze.
Don’t even bloody dare. A familiar voice spits in his brain. Hook jerks in his chair, shocked at the sudden demand. Then, with an impatient sigh, his realizes that the voice is so familiar because it’s his own voice - or rather, the Killian Jones that loves his woman.
“Get out of my fucking head,” Hook murmurs.
“What was that?” Emma calls with soapy hands from the sink. Hook is quick to recover.
“Nothing, sweetling.”
Emma raises a brow, but Hook remains strong in his facade. If Killian doesn’t call her sweetling, what does he call her? How can he make himself more believable?
She’s going to figure it out...Sooner than you can put that poison in her coffee. She’ll know. She always knows.
Hook isn’t sure if Killian Jones is bluffing, or if he really should do this sooner rather than later.
Then again, Killian Jones is trapped in a wretched dungeon where no one even knows he’s missing. Right now the lovesick “hero” is all bark and no bite. The poison isn’t in Killian’s pocket, it’s in Hook’s. He forces his only hand back into the pocket of his jacket, fighting against the resistance of his other half. With shaky fingers, he pops the cork from the deadly vial and just before he can start to move it over to her mug, he feels languid hands running down his back.
“Why are you all wound up?” His body immediately relaxes to her touch, but his soul has to bite back the repulsion. His nerves light up with sparks as Emma scratches her nails down his back. “Are you not feeling at home yet? Because I know just the thing to make this house our own.”
Hook can feel her breath on the back of his neck, and he fights the physical arousal coursing through his body.
There are many things Hook will do for the magic bean. He will pretend to be his weaker half Killian Jones, and he will murder the Savior, but he will not sleep with her.
You’d better not even be considering it.
“I’m not!” he argues aloud.
“Your tone kind of says otherwise.” And Hook knows that she’s referring to his state of distress, but the jealous feeling in the back of his mind means that Killian knows exactly the kind of effect his true love is having on this pretending scoundrel.
She comes around to meet him, and lowers to her knees. Hook’s filthy mind immediately jumps to many pleasurable nights at see, some blonde faceless wench with her warm mouth wrapped around his -
Finish that thought, I dare you.
Hook growls beneath his breath, and Emma furrows her brow.
“Did I do something to upset you?” she asks gently. The Killian in his mind immediately softens at the sight of her troubled eyes. Between the gentleness his other half feels, the tight erection in his pants that his body caused, and the utter disgust at the sight of her, Hook is speechless, torn. After a few minutes, he finds his words.
“I think I just need a day to myself, love. You’ve done nothing wrong.” She stares at him for a hard second, then lifts herself up and stalks off toward the door.
“If you say so. I’m off to work. I’ll bring home dinner.”
When the house is empty, void of all the liveliness of Swan and her son, Hook lets out a frustrated sigh and digs his hook into the table.
~TBC~
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Well, this is it. The last chapter of Rum and Cupcakes is upon us. I can’t believe this is coming to an end. I hope you love how I ended our time with Emma and Killian. <3 @a-city-dove
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Epilogue: Part 1 Part 2
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Emma stood behind her sink in the bathroom connected to the bedroom she shared with Killian. She was finishing curling her hair in front of the mirror. Looking up at her reflection and deciding her hair was properly curled, she unplugged the curling iron and worked her slightly-curled and still warm blonde hair into a classy-looking but still casual updo. Emma dropped her hands when she decided she looked decent enough to go to a wedding, and she walked out of the bathroom to where Killian was wrestling with the cuffs of the white button-down shirt that was hugging his torso deliciously.
“Need a hand?” Killian’s neck craned to the side to look at his girlfriend. His mouth parted at the sight; her red dress (Ruby’s choice of color for her bridesmaids) framed her figure beautifully. Emma crossed her bare arms insecurely, and her cheeks changed color to match her dress. All frustration Killian had with his own shirt was banished immediately as he stared, completely in awe, at Emma.
“Swan.” He was near-breathless. “You look...” He struggled to find the right word. “Stunning.” She tried to hide the grin his words brought out, but he glimpsed it, even as she looked to the floor.
“Umm, here. Let me help you with that.” She avoided the compliment as she reached out and folded the ends of his shirt sleeves up. Emma said nothing as she grabbed the bowtie he had abandoned on the bed. She reached up, wrapping the fabric around his neck before tying it. She adjusted the ends of the bow until she thought it looked presentable. His eyebrow only made it halfway up his forehead before she answered the question on his mind. “David. I kinda picked it up one day. If he didn’t have Mary Margaret, I’d probably still be fixing his bowties for him.” Killian refused to take his eyes off Emma as he grabbed his suit jacket from where it rested on the bed next to him. She chewed on her bottom lip as he pulled on the jacket. Her eyes scanned him when he was fully dressed. “Wow. You look-”
“I know.” He grinned smugly as she rolled her eyes.
“Thanks for being my plus one.” The carpeted floor really wasn’t as interesting as she was making it out to be.
“Of course. I’m honored you asked me.”
She fought the urge to roll her eyes again. “Who else was I going to ask?”
“You didn’t have to invite anyone. I’m honored you decided I was worthy.” He took a step toward her.
“You ready?”
“Are you?”
“Yeah.” Killian’s arm found its way around her waist as they left their apartment together.
The ride to the wedding was quiet. The only sounds were the soft roaring of the car as it accelerated, and Killian’s soft humming as he picked up the tune of whatever pop song came on the radio. Killian’s speaking voice was so jarring in the quiet of the car Emma almost jumped at the sound.
“You alright, love?”
“What? Oh. Yeah. Just thinking.” She slouched back in the passenger’s seat and stared out the window. “I can’t believe Ruby of all people is getting married.”
“And before you?” Emma jerked up and shook her head.
“Not what I meant.”
“But you were thinking it.” Emma didn’t answer; he wasn’t wrong. She hated herself for the thought. She was becoming one of those girlfriends who sits around waiting for and daydreaming about their boyfriend finally proposing. She was never one of those girls, and then Killian came along. Her hand darted to the necklace around her neck; she still wore the swan cupcake every day. She figured not thinking about her own relationship was the best course of action.
“I’m proud of Ruby for settling down. She deserves it.”
“The lass did seem rather enthused when she first told you about the lady Dorothy.”
“Dorothy’s good for her. I didn’t think Ruby would ever have a big, fancy wedding though.” She considered the thought. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. She loves a good celebration.”
“Just try to enjoy yourself tonight.” Emma opened her mouth to defend herself, but Killian knew her too well. “I know you, Swan.” She crossed her arms.
“Maybe.”
“Promise me you’ll at least try to have a good time.” She didn’t respond. “Come on now, Swan.”
She huffed out a breath in defeat. “Fine. I’ll try.” He seemed pleased with himself. “But no promises.”
Emma was technically one of Ruby’s bridesmaids, but Ruby chose to let Emma sit with Killian during the ceremony. Ruby was still celebrating Emma and Killian’s relationship, and she was going to take advantage of her position as one of the brides. Emma would never let on, but she was actually glad Ruby forced her into a seat. For one thing, her heels were killing her. Ruby insisted Emma wear the freakishly tall red heels that she claimed “made her legs look hot,” but Emma’s legs and feet protested the choice of footwear the second she slipped them on. And then there was the fact that Emma loved every second she spent with Killian. She happily took her seat beside him when the ceremony began. Ruby looked fabulous, which was no surprise, and Dorothy was absolutely beautiful. The brides couldn’t take their eyes off each other. Emma slipped her left hand into Killian’s lap as she listened to Ruby recite her vows, which were romantic and laced with the perfect amount of humor and innuendo; even Dorothy couldn’t take the wolf out of Ruby. Killian’s right hand grasped Emma’s left mere moments after he felt the back of her hand on his thigh. He kept his palm tight against hers as he ran his fingers over her knuckles. Not long after, Emma’s head came to rest against his bicep, almost on his shoulder. She separated their hands only to wrap her left arm around his right one, which she was leaning on for support. When he felt her still, he took her hand in his once more. He unconsciously took two of his fingers and traced her ring finger. Neither Killian nor Emma made the connection.
Emma and Killian sat at their assigned seats at a table close to the one at which the brides, who were now sharing their first dance, had previously been seated.
“That really was a lovely ceremony.” Both Emma and Killian watched the newly married couple move gracefully along the entire length of the dance floor.
“It really was. I’ve never seen Ruby so happy.” Emma tore her eyes from the dancing couple as the song ended. She looked at Killian, whose eyes were still transfixed on the dancers. He let his eyes drift to his girlfriend as the song changed; Emma’s light emerald green eyes were focused on him. He moved his baby blue eyes to meet her gaze.
“Love?”
She ripped her eyes from his. “Sorry about that. Just-”
“Thinking?” He finished her sentence for her.
“Yeah.” The two sat in silence; Killian’s hand went to that spot behind his ear as he stood up. “Where are you-”
“Let’s dance.” The scratching ceased as he held out his hand for her. Emma stared blankly at him. “Come on, Swan. It’ll be fun.” She crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. “It’s going to be a long night if you’re planning on just sitting there.” No answer. “Please,” he pouted, sticking his lower lip out just about as far as it would stretch. Emma sighed and leaned over to remove her heels.
“I can’t slow dance,” she stated as she stood up. He chuckled and closed his hand around hers.
“No worries, love. There’s only one rule in dancing.” She raised an eyebrow in silent question. “Pick a partner who knows what he’s doing.” He positioned their joined hands and snaked his other arm around her so the palm of his hand rested against her back.
“Are you telling me you know how to do whatever this is?” Her free hand gestured to the other dancing couples. He responded by pulling her closer to him and gently lifting her so her bare feet rested atop his shoe-clad ones. He swayed back and forth to the music while Emma stared at him in disbelief. He winked at her before he started moving his feet, hers moving with his by default. She gave in and rested her free hand on Killian’s shoulder.
He always read her mind. “Liam. He had to learn to dance for the royal galas he would attend as part of the royal navy.” Killian’s cheeks tinged pink as he thought of his next statement. “Liam needed someone to practice with.” The smile spreading across Emma’s face was worth the embarrassment.
“You slow danced with Liam?”
“Aye.”
“You’re such a good little brother.” She couldn’t quite hide the amusement in her voice.
“Younger brother,” he corrected.
“Younger. Sorry.” Emma’s smile still hadn’t faded. Keeping her grin steady, she rested her head against his chest and moved her hand from his shoulder to his back. She leaned into him as he continued swaying them tenderly and stepping lightly.
She stepped off his feet halfway through the next song, but she didn’t move any of the rest of her body from where it was pressed against him.
“You alright, Swan?”
“Yeah. I just - I just can’t believe I’m dancing. With you. At Ruby’s wedding.” Killian paused their dancing. “No, don’t -” He nodded and began dancing again, picking up right where he left off. “This is my life now.”
“I do hope that’s a good thing, love.”
“It is.” Killian grinned and removed his hand from her back. Before the look of confusion could fully form on her face, he raised their intertwined hands and twirled Emma. She laughed a wonderful, genuine laugh as her red dress highlighted her movements. When she stopped spinning, she pulled Killian in for a hug, her nose and cheek nuzzling against the top of his dress shirt where the buttons would be undone, exposing an unfair amount of chest hair, if it were a different occasion. Emma almost groaned against his chest when the song changed again, this time from a slow song to a faster one. She and Killian separated their bodies, but neither of them ventured away from their little corner of the dance floor. “Killian?”
“Swan?”
“Dance with me?”
“Of course.” Emma took both his hands and swung her hips to the beat of the music. He bobbed his head, taking immense pleasure in watching Emma lose herself to the music. Her own head joined her hips in rhythmic movement, and she moved their entwined hands up and down with her shoulders. She even closed her eyes and let her head fall back as she danced. Killian was completely enamored at the sight. “Hey, Swan.” Her eyes shot open. “You appear to be a natural.” He kissed the blush from her cheeks as it appeared. Emma hesitated, but began dancing again. Killian danced with her as much as he could manage to a fast song; he spun her around before sliding his hands from hers to rest at her waist. He pressed his forehead to hers and they both smiled. Killian’s eyes shifted to Ruby and Dorothy; Emma followed his gaze. “That’ll be us. One day.” Emma let out a hum of agreement. “We can have all this.” He shifted to stand behind her as they watched the guests dancing to some pop song Emma vaguely remembered hearing on the radio once or twice before. Killian pressed a kiss to the crown of Emma’s head and rested his chin there, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “Is this what you want? One day?”
“I don’t know.” They kept their position. “I think - maybe?” Emma thought about it, shaking her head despite Killian’s chin pressing into her scalp. “Killian, I - ” she spun around in his arms, “I don’t need any of this,” she gestured to the reception. “All I know is that I want to spend my life with you.” Killian didn’t want to risk stopping her confession by speaking. “I don’t care how it happens. I don’t need a big party, in fact, I’m not sure I want one. I just want you.” Killian let her talk. “This wedding stuff just scared me. But then I realized I didn’t need to be afraid of all this stuff anymore because I - I freaking love you. More than anything in the world. And I do want this, not the party, but the happily ever after. And I want it with you. Because I love you, Killian Jones.” He saw the tears threatening to spill from her now-sparkling eyes as he laced his fingers through her hair, thoroughly wrecking the hairstyle she had adorned all day, and pulled her face to his. He captured her upper lip between both of his and kissed her. He kissed her furiously and passionately until he felt wetness on his cheek and realized those tears he had previously seen broke through their barrier. They were both shaky as they pulled away, their lips sticking to each others’ until the last possible second, trying their hardest not to separate. He wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb and kept his face as close to hers as possible.
“I love you too, Emma Swan.” She laughed as she wiped her eyes with the back of her wrist.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” She knew her hair and makeup had to be total messes at this point. “Fancy a walk outside?” She nodded and followed him out of the building. Neither of them looked up or spoke again until they were safely outside.
“Wait, Killian, I need to fix all this.” She pulled the pins and hair ties from her hair.
“You look gorgeous, Emma. As always.” He took a tissue from his pocket and dried her eyes. “Back to perfect.” Killian led them over to a bench where they sat in silence for a few minutes. Emma curled up in Killian’s lap and undid his bowtie and the top three buttons, skimming her fingers over the newly revealed chest hair.
“Better,” she mumbled against his chest. He kissed her head and rubbed soothing circles on her back. When they both felt normal again, they built up the strength to stand up.
“What do you say we head home a bit early?” His hand was still moving on her back.
“I think that would be a good idea.” They went back inside to bid farewell and congratulations to the newly married couple before climbing into Killian’s car and making their way home. They were both exhausted from the long day, and emotionally exhausted when they arrived back at their apartment. Both of them drifted to sleep almost immediately upon crawling into bed and tangling their limbs.
A month after the wedding, Emma brought a box of Nutella cupcakes to her date night with Killian. He insisted on a romantic evening out after they both had extremely busy weeks at work. She worked diligently to make a special batch of cupcakes for him, trying not to overthink her plans. She agreed to a candlelight picnic on The Rolly Joger as Killian captained them out to sea. They were going to meet at the docks immediately after work. She changed into a slim black dress while her cupcakes cooled, and she frosted them extremely carefully so she didn’t get Nutella over her date night outfit. She left her hair down; he loved the slight wave it had naturally, and she knew how much he liked playing with the ends of it as it fell over her shoulders. He was waiting for her when she arrived. He wore black pants and a black vest. The new leather jacket that she had gotten him for his birthday made the look complete.
“Good evening, Swan.” He kissed her cheek as he embraced her.
“Hi, Killian. I brought you a little something.” A look of delight danced across his face; he already knew what was in the box.
“Thank you, love.” He led her onto the boat where he had already prepared a blanket, two lit candles, and two glasses of rum. “You look incredible.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.” She sat on the blanket as he got the boat moving. He sat across from her when he was confident they wouldn’t drift too far or capsize. “This is really nice.”
“Why, thank you. I thought we were in need of a night of romance.” He lifted her chin to maintain their eye contact when she looked down in embarrassment. “I know I see you every morning and every night, but I still missed you.”
“Me too.” She took a sip of her rum and tried to calm herself.
“Just thinking?”
“Something like that.”
“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“It’s not like that. I’m fine. I promise.” He nodded and moved to sit next to her, coiling his arm around her and pulling her close.
“It’s a lovely night for a sail.” They gazed at the sunset, then the constellations together as he brought out homemade dish after homemade dish. Emma had no idea how he pulled that off without her knowing. She sat back against him the entire night, not letting her back move from his torso for even a second. She twisted around to face him as he grabbed the box of cupcakes. She bit her bottom lip as he peered inside. “Swan?”
Her response was a soft whisper. “Yeah?”
“What’s this?” He picked up the center cupcake and held it closer to the candlelight.
“About that, uh…” She gestured for him to give her the cupcake. She curled her legs under her and sat up straight. He got up on his knees across from her. “Killian, the first few times I met you, I never thought we’d get along. Ever. But you refused to fight me, and you were a friend despite my grudge. You fought every wall I put up, and you broke them all down, even the ones I tried desperately to reinforce. You were - still are- my best friend, and I honestly don’t know what I ever do without you. And I don’t want to know. So, Killian Jones, would you marry me?”
“Isn’t this a bit backwards?” Killian was beaming, his smile spreading from ear to ear.
“I got tired of waiting.”
“Well when you put it that way,” Killian stood up and scooped Emma up into his arms. “I’d be honored to marry you.”
“Yes?”
“Absolutely.” She wasted no time craning her neck so she could attach their lips. The kiss was romantic and full of promises- promises of a future together: of many more breakfasts, literary quotes, movie nights, late night sails, and infinite Nutella cupcakes. He put her down only so she could clean the frosting from the silver band she bought him before she slipped it onto his finger, she noticed the emotion flash across his face as the silver band skated over his scars. He composed himself momentarily and got down on one knee. “Now, it wouldn’t be fair for the lady to be deprived a proper engagement ring, but you rather beat me to the punch, Swan. Nonetheless,” he fiddled around in his jacket pocket before displaying a diamond ring. The ring was simple, a silver band with a single diamond in the center, but it was everything she ever wanted.
“Yes!” He didn’t even properly ask her yet, but she was already crying tears of joy.
“I haven’t asked you anything yet, my love,” he chuckled.
“You don’t have to. It’s a yes. It’ll always be a yes.”
“You’re depriving me of a dashing proposal, dear.” Her eyes pleaded with him to just skip the speech, put the ring on her finger, and kiss her senseless. He sighed as he placed a kiss to her left hand. “Alright.” He slid the ring onto her finger and kissed the spot where the ring met her knuckle. She pulled him to his feet and jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. He leaned up into the kiss, Emma’s head now above his with the way he lifted her. Their lips made a loud sound in protest as they pulled away to breathe.
“I love you, Killian.”
“I love you too.” Killian put Emma down so they could lie together on the ground and cuddle under the stars. Emma unconsciously played with the cold metal on her finger. She went through most of her life thinking no one wanted her, and then Killian came along, and he cared for her so deeply, it terrified her. But Killian’s support and feelings for her never wavered, not once, and she had finally found someone who loved her, damaged and all. Killian ran his fingertips over the smooth of the band on his finger, a sharp contrast to the rough bumpy scars from his burns. He fought back tears as he switched between the textures, one reminding him of a dark past he wanted nothing more than to forget, the other reminding him that he found love with Emma, who could overlook his hard past and promise him a future. Both of them were broken when they met, and the more they learned about the other person and the closer they got, they put each other back together.
It was late when they got back to shore after hours of celebrating their engagement out on the water. They had a small, seaside wedding with only their closest friends and family in attendance, and, true to Emma’s promise, Roland was the ring-bearer. Killian’s vows had been eloquent and full of romantic quotes from classic literature. Emma was pretty sure every single person there was moved to tears, but she couldn’t say for sure because her vision was blurry with her own crying. Emma tried to keep the mood slightly lighter. She incorporated humor as much as possible, the guests loving her short anecdotes from when she couldn’t stand the thought of Killian Jones. She detailed their relationship development from enemies to best friends to lovers. Thinking back, it really did make a wonderful story. And to think, it all started with rum and cupcakes.
Happy Valentine’s Day @pirateherokillian! I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to talk to you more than I did over the past few weeks, but I’ve had fun being your CSSV and getting to know you a bit more. Since you said you liked enemies to friends/lovers, I did my own take on this prompt, although the end result is much more light hearted and fluffy than I originally intended- hope that’s okay! I hope you enjoy reading this and have a wonderful Valentine’s Day ♥
Killian has never liked Valentine's Day. So, naturally, he's not thrilled when the woman who seems to hate him is assigned to be his substitute assistant teacher on the day in question.
Word count: 2205. Also on AO3 and FF.net
He’s never liked this day. The one time every year when pink and red hearts seem to take over every store window, TV advertisements, and this year, even his workplace thanks to Ruby.
Not that he has anything against love. Quite the opposite, in fact. It seemed like yesterday when he had love, when it was the thing that got him out of bed most mornings. But fate hadn’t been kind to him where love was concerned. Even now, though he’s made quite the effort to move on, he’d be lying if he said that just the thought of February fourteenth didn’t make him slightly bitter every year.
Still, his own failing love life isn’t what bothers Killian the most about Valentine’s Day. What’s always irked him the most is seeing couples, most only hanging on by a thread, suddenly willing to show their love for one another just because this particular day in February called for it. (And then going back to their old ways on the fifteenth.)
You’d think he would be used to seeing the elaborate decorations in the school office, in the teacher’s lounge, and all over the hallway after seeing them every day for almost two weeks now, but he still cringes a bit at the sight when he walks into work on Tuesday morning. Despite how great of a friend and coworker she’d been to him over the past year, he couldn’t help but ask why the bloody hell Ruby and several of the other teachers insisted on garnishing the place, especially considering the fact that she was single herself and had already said she’d be celebrating the occasion at home alone with a bottle of wine. (“Think of the children,” she’d usually tell him. He’d usually reply that his fourth graders probably didn’t care about more than just getting candy from their friends at school.)
“Good morning, Scrooge,” the brunette greets him when she notices the sour expression on his face as he walks into the teacher’s lounge half an hour before the morning bell is set to ring.
“Last time I checked, Christmas was two months ago,” he replies, placing his lunch in the refrigerator, ignoring the red and white heart shaped stickes she’d not-so-sneakily stuck on his lunch box one afternoon last week.
He can almost hear Ruby roll her eyes. “That wasn’t what I was referring to, smartass. I know you like Valentine’s Day about as much as I like men, but that doesn’t mean you have to come in looking so grumpy.”
“Who said I was grumpy?” he mumbles, mostly to himself as he follows her into the hallway. Killian glances up at her over and sighs. The hard look on her face is enough to tell him she’s far from amused. “I’m sorry, Ruby. The decorations aren’t that bad; I’ll just be glad tomorrow morning when all of this is forgotten about for the next year.”
She shrugs, seeming to forgive his attitude a bit. “At least candy will be dirt cheap to compensate for it, if nothing else.”
He’s cut off from replying when his phone vibrates in the pocket of his jeans. It’s hard not to be a bit concerned when he sees it’s a message from the school’s principal, Regina. She was someone he usually only came into contact with at staff meetings; personal emails were a rarity. He opens the message, half listening to a story Ruby’s telling him about her last date, when he reads what Regina has to say to him and groans. “Bloody hell.”
“Is my story really bothering you that much?”
He hadn’t realized he’d said the words out loud. “No. It looks as if Ariel woke up with the flu, which means I’m getting our favorite substitute’s help,” he says, voice full of sarcastic enthusiasm. Another way of saying he’d be spending the better part of his work day with Emma Swan.
Like other things, the school counselor wasn’t exactly someone Killian disliked. He liked her quite a bit if he was going to be honest with himself. But ever since they’d met on his first day at the school over a year ago, Emma had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him, and had continually been sending him the same message in one way or another ever since. It wasn’t something he was happy about, considering he had only asked her out to dinner once, and never brought the subject up again when she didn’t hesitate to turn him down. He found it hard to believe that one instance of suggesting a date was enough to cause her supposed animosity for him.
Ruby gave him a knowing look. “Give her a break, Killian.” She had been close with Emma since they started working together a few years ago and understood her much better than he probably ever would. “This isn’t exactly her favorite day of the year, either.”
He sighs and shakes his head a bit as Ruby goes into her sixth grade classroom and he heads to his own down the hall. “If you say so.”
Emma’s sitting at Ariel’s usual spot when he walks in, cleaning her glasses on the bottom of her white blouse.
“Good morning, love.”
She looks up long enough to glare at him and then goes back to her glasses. “Not your love, Jones.”
So it was going to be one of those days. (Or rather one of those weeks; if Ariel had the same flu that had been going around the school, she likely wouldn’t be back before next Monday.) Killian figured the blonde was just excited about the two of them working together as he was. Despite her actual job being that of the school counselor, she regularly volunteered to substitute when necessary since there weren’t many others in Storybrooke who were willing to fill in.
With anyone else, he would have made a sarcastic joke to lighten the mood, but now didn’t seem to be the time. Deciding it best to leave her alone, he takes a seat at his own desk across the room and starts looking over the day's lesson plans once again before his students show up.
The kids are thrilled when they arrive and see Emma in the classroom, almost every one of them running over for a hug or a “good morning.” Despite her aversion toward certain adults, she seemed to have no issues interacting or getting along with children, probably why she was so good at her job.
Their day together starts off as well as it possibly can, considering the circumstances. Emma has no problems taking over Ariel’s usual responsibilities, helping him when he needs it, but also not acknowledging his presence unless she absolutely has to. Killian finds himself getting annoyed with her behavior and quickly begins to dread the rest of the week that they’ll likely be spending together.
By ten o’clock, he’s decided to give her a taste of her own medicine and starts ignoring her altogether, pretending she’s not even in the room with him. He doesn’t even ask her to go around the room seeing if there’s anything his students need help understanding with today’s lesson, just prolonging their schedule by doing all of it himself.
He can tell Emma’s surprised by his behavior by the not so subtle looks she keeps giving him out of the corner of her eye while she grades the spelling papers from a test his students took last week, something he kept putting off for one reason or another. If any of them notice the tension between their teachers, they don’t mention it. (They’re likely too annoyed that he’s just reminded them of their next test the following Wednesday.)
Saying he’s relieved when the lunch bell rings at eleven thirty is an understatement. Killian loved his job, he really did, but the atmosphere in his classroom was also usually much more comfortable than it’s been so far today. While he and Ariel weren’t exactly close friends by any means, at least she didn’t seem to have anything against him. He quickly led the students to the cafeteria before going back to the teacher’s lounge for his own break, thankful for at least a few minutes of peace before going back to spend the rest of what’s bound to be an awkward afternoon with Emma.
Most of the other teachers whose students have the same lunch period as his are in the lounge when he shows up. He tries to make small talk with a few of his co-workers as he retrieves his lunch box from the fridge, quickly realizing he’s not in the mood to socialize and ends up taking his food back to the classroom instead of staying in the lounge like he’d planned to.
The room is empty when he returns and sits back down at his desk, but he’s barely taken a bite of his sandwich when Emma returns. She stops in her tracks when she notices him, probably debating whether or not she should stay. He only raises an eyebrow at her before turning away. This little game he’d created of blatantly ignoring her had already started to get old, but he was at a loss as for what else to do at this point. He watches as she walks over to her own desk and sits, surprising considering both her opinion of him and the fact that she was known to spend her lunch break alone in her office .
It’s still awkward, but manageable at first. Killian makes another attempt at ignoring her, but finds himself sneaking glances at her over his book rather than actually reading it. Once or twice he finds Emma looking back, but she always scowls when she realizes he’s noticed her and goes back to eating her lunch. It happens three more times before he decides he’s had enough of whatever it is they’re doing, and decides to tell her so.
“Look, Swan, I’m aware that you hate me for one reason or another, but can we at least try to be civil? I don’t exactly want to spend Valentine’s Day with someone who feels like my mortal enemy any more than you probably do.” The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them. He’s a little surprised at his own outburst, but at least he got his point across to her if nothing else.
Emma just sits there, staring at him as her mouth falls open. “I…” she starts after a moment. “I don’t hate you, Killian.”
He almost laughs. “Well, you could have fooled me. Ever since the moment I tried to ask you out- which was quite some time ago, by the way- I’ve gotten the impression that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me.”
He watches her cheeks redden as she quickly looks away from him, from embarrassment or anger, he doesn’t know. “I’m really sorry about that. It’s just that I’m not exactly good with people...even worse with dating. So when you asked me out,” she sighs, “it kind of scared me, even though you probably didn’t have bad intentions. It’s always easier for me to push people away than to risk getting hurt by anyone else.”
That certainly wasn’t the answer he was expecting, although he had to admit that it did make sense. He knew from living in the same small town that she had no family and a very limited group of friends; no doubt something in her past must have made a significant impact on her relationships with other people. “Ah, I see. You were right- I never had bad intentions where you were concerned, love, but I guess I can see why you felt as you did.”
They’re kept from saying any more when the door opens as his students come back from lunch. The rest of the afternoon goes by in a hurry as they finish what’s left of his lesson plans for the day and the kids pass out the Valentine’s they brought for their classmates. Several of them go as far as to give Killian his own cards and candy, telling him “Happy Valentines Day, Mr. Jones.” He hadn’t expected to be included in their little celebration and isn’t sure how to react at first besides thanking them.
(Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t always so bad.)
He and Emma don’t get the opportunity to speak to each other much at all before the bell rings, but he can tell even without words that things seem much different between them after their conversation earlier. It’s comfortable. Almost...nice, even. He loses the chance to tell her goodbye at the end of the afternoon when one of the parents comes in to speak with him, but Killian almost swears he saw her give him a shy smile before she left his classroom.
The same smile greets him on both Wednesday and Thursday mornings when he arrives, somehow not dreading the rest of his week with her nearly as much.
On Friday, she asks if his offer for that date he mentioned over a year ago still stands. He almost chokes on his coffee before answering, “Bloody hell, yes.”
Oh My God I’m an idiot and accidentally deleted the original post to this
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Again this was my Valentine @nowforruin. I cannot believe I deleted it the first time. My deepest apologies....... Agh I’m an idiot. ( @nowforruin is still the most wonderful and incredible person, so at least I get to say that twice I guess)
Prompt: Emma Swan hated Killian Jones. It didn’t matter if they were partners on the force. When a failed case pushes them past their boiling point and Captain Nolan thinks its time to separate the pair. Emma should be happy, right?
“Jones! I swear to God if you pull another stunt like that I will personally murder you myself.”
“Swan if you had done what I told you to do, we wouldn’t be in this bloody mess!”
The smell of dampness and failure clung to Emma’s skin and she could already see at least five showers in her near future. She sat down at her desk furiously working the laces of her ruined shoes ignoring the sound of her partner muttering darkly. She winced as she thought of how much a new pair would cost- she was already behind on her rent. She was going to kill Killian Jones if it was the last thing she was going to do.
Killian’s jacket was ripped and dripping with mud and as he tossed it down on his desk mud splattered all over Emma’s joint desk.
Emma felt her blood boil even more and shoved her desk violently forward causing Killian’s coffee to dangerously tilt forward.
“Oh, let’s go chase down the criminal down the dark, sketchy sewer without backup because I’m Killian Jones God’s gift to women and I know everything.” Emma mocked.
Killian gave a bitter laugh and leaned forward to growl, “That’s hilarious, maybe next time you could do an impression of good police work.”
“Not like you could tell the difference anyway!” Emma shot back.
There was a silence as the two detectives glared at one another. After three years of being partners, one would think that Emma Swan would find some way to get along with Killian Jones, but unfortunately that didn’t match with the reality. It wasn’t like they were bad detectives, on the contrary they made quite the team (a fact he’s stated on multiple occasions), it was just that they were bad friends- no scratch that, Emma was just really bad at making friends. She supposed if she wasn’t so guarded or if he wasn’t so much of a flirt she could have found some way to be barely an acquaintance. But the fact of the matter is Emma had been hurt too many times by too many people, and somewhere in her mind she acknowledged that behind the playful innuendos and the mischievous blue eyes, Killian saw too much of her and she hated it.
Emma was in the middle of imagining her fist connecting with Killian’s face when Captain Nolan cleared his throat.
“I’m assuming you didn’t catch Gold.” David said.
Killian broke eye contact with Emma and looked at David bored, “Why don’t you ask your dear sister, she’s the one who lost him?”
David looked at Emma and Emma placed a harsh kick to Killian’s leg.
“Bloody hell!” He exclaimed.
Emma hid her smile behind a cough and focused on digging a pair of old tennis shoes in her drawer.
“Where’d you lose him?”
“We saw him go down the sewer and-” Killian started.
“Captain Brilliant over here thought it would be a good idea to chase him alone-”
“Right after I told Detective Know It All to wait for the backup while I scouted ahead!”
“Going without backup was a dumb idea!”
“Losing a vicious killer is an even worse idea!”
“Okay! Okay!” David interrupted. “I think you two need to cool down. Jones, how about you take the rest of the day? Emma I’d like to see you in my office.”
She gave Killian one last glare and one middle finger before she started walking to her foster brother’s office.
She caught the look of fury on his face right before she heard a metal screech and spun around to watch Killian’s mug tip over and spill coffee all over his desk, but mostly on her desk staining all her files and police reports.
He raised his eyebrows in a challenge and gave her a sarcastic bow before walking away.
Hello @loveforcaptainswan! It’s your CSSV! I’ve so enjoyed chatting with you and getting to know you a little bit the last couple of weeks! Since you love fanfiction but have trouble deciding what to read, I’ve compiled a list of my top 10 all-time favorite fics, then I’ve added a few from your favorite tropes. Click on the link to go directly to the fic. I’ve linked the authors ff profiles as well so you can read more of their fics. If you’d like more, visit my side blog @krystalsficpage where I posted a much longer list of my favorites from AO3 and FF and a list of my favorite authors. Search Krystal recommends. Well, without further ado... here we go!
An Age Cannot Sate Love by DancingDoula
The Beach House by Flslp87
The Fix-It Sisters by PhiraLovesLoki
We Own Tonight by totheendoftheworldortime79
Taking Back Neverland by jdmusiclover
and from EmilyBea
Within Your Ocean Eyes
Souvenirs
Lifted By Love
Hope Springs
Accidentally on Purpose
Fics with your favorite tropes:
Fake Dating
The Trouble with Faking It by nowforruin
As Real As You Want It to Be by always-been-a-pirate
Enemies to Lovers
Ten Hours by Scheherezade06
Boom Shalaka by lovingcaptainswan
A Friendly Wager by PetiteCafe
Looking for Trouble is a WIP by timeless23
I hope you enjoy these as much as I have! Whenever you get to read them come back and flail with me! I will look forward to talking to you more! I hope you had a happy valentines day!
I am so sorry I couldn’t talked to you more (damn my exams, at least I passed them) but I enjoyed the little chats we had. I am looking forward to explore your blog more in the future for Captain Swan pics, gifts and fics and for Emerald City.
Now about your gifts.
For the first one, I decided to make a little drawing for you, some domestic Captain Swan in their house with pictures of them on the walls (everything you see here is made by me, including the pictures on the walls). I hope you like it.
The biggest and I think the best gift I have for you will come in a few hours. I hope you’ll still be on Tumblr to see it.
