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The Pirate's Swan
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COLIN O'DONOGHUE WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ALL OF US…. (5x10)
#killian me with his looks
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Happy birthday darling! Sending you loads of love and hope you are having a fantastic day!
It's been a great day. I've been in Savannah with @kmomof4 @jrob64 @duathadun @snowbellewells .
Little Hook came along for our adventures as well. (He enjoyed the Pirate House)
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Girls' Trip Fairy Tale Ending--Chapter 5 of 5
Summary: This is my combined birthday gift for Joni ( @jrob64 ), Marta ( @snowbellewells ) and Krystal ( @kmomof4 ). Happy birthday ladies! Four fandom friends are nearing the end of their annual girls’ trip when they’re suddenly visited by Isaac, the author before Henry. He gives them an each a gift–an opportunity to jump into any scene in the storybook they want and fix it. Large focus on CS, although other characters and relationships will be explored. A big shoutout to @hollyethecurious and @winterbaby89 for betaing!
Word Count: 1090
Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew @annaamell @flslp877 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay
@ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch
@missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich @jennjenn615
@laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04
@nickillian @gillie @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4
@linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious
@laughswaytoomuch @allyourdarlingswans @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight,
@lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64 @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @elfiola
Other chapters: (1) (2) (3) (5)
Can also be found on: (ao3) (ff.net)
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Note: I know it's been forever since I posted (and you've probably forgotten what this fic is all about by now), but in the spirit of the thing, I decided to post on the last birthday of our group--which happens to be mine! I hope you enjoyed our adventures!
Epilogue
And with Jen’s return to the cabin, the fairytale adventure came to a close.
“I don’t know about the rest of you,” Jen said, “but for me, that is by far the best way to watch Once Upon a Time. You get to meet the characters, fix plot holes, and experience the Happily Ever After.”
There were unanimous choruses of agreement all around.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves,” Isaac said with a roll of his eyes, “but I hope you also learned something. I hope you all learned that my job is harder than you thought it was–that when you change one thing, there is an entire cascade of unforeseen effects.”
“Is that really a bad thing?” Jen mused. “When the original trajectory was stupid, changes are a good thing.”
“Speaking of,” Krystal said, “can we finally talk about our experiences?”
Isaac sighed. Loudly. “Fine, but no cheating! You have to disclose all of it, not just the things you liked, but the ways it changed the story, the ripple effects it had, the boring moments, the epic romantic moments that no longer happened.”
“Can you wrap this up?” Joni asked, “or is this lecture going to go on for a while, because if it is, I’m going to bed.”
Isaac sighed again. “Just get on with it.”
“Gladly,” Joni said. “I went back to the beanstalk.”
There was a chorus of excited voices at that revelation, being, after all, a very significant moment in the Captain Swan journey.
“So what did you do?” Jen asked. “How did you change it?”
“I convinced Emma to go back and free Killian,” Joni answered. “How about the rest of you?”
“I saved Graham’s life,” Marta said with a sound that was half-way between a sigh and a giggle.
“There’s a shock,” Krystal said.
“How did you make that work with the story?” Jen asked.
“I really didn’t have to do much,” Marta said. “I got Henry to distract Regina, and then I took back Graham’s heart. I got to put it back! Then he kissed my hand and used a Killian line on me.”
“And you’re still alive to tell the tale?” Joni asked.
“Barely,” Marta said, clapping her hands and giggling again, “but it was touch and go for a little while. Anyway, Emma decided she liked Graham, but she wasn’t sure she was in love with him. Then Regina got mad and banished Graham to the mental asylum. Then Ruby and Graham fell in love and lived happily ever after.”
There was a universal chorus of oos and ahs at that. The consensus was that that would have, indeed, made for a better story.
“I went back to season six,” Jen said, when the discussion died down.
“How could you possibly pick one scene from that hot mess to fix?” Krystal asked?
“Wasn’t easy,” Jen answered. “Hot mess indeed. Ultimately, I would have liked to change the entire arc with Killian killing David’s dad and all that came after that. After all, that made no sense at all. Since when would Killian kill someone to keep them from telling people he killed the king’s soldiers? Wouldn’t that enhance his pirate street cred?”
“I needed one more conflict between them before their happily ever after!” Isaac said defensively.
“One, why?” Jen asked, “and two, if you needed one, you could have actually made it necessary to the plot and not just angst for angst’s sake.”
“Well…well…” Isaac spluttered, “that’s not even the scene you picked, so why are we even talking about this?”
“Because you need to hear it,” Jen answered. “Anyway, I decided what bugged me the most about that whole arc was that Emma immediately believed he’d left her, and everyone else in her life just….went with it. I talked some sense into all of them. Oh, and I made it Christmastime–which let them bring Killian home with a little Christmas magic.”
“Well, of course, you can make things work out when you just randomly introduce a magical item!” Isaac exploded.
“You’re complaining about magical MacGuffins?” Joni asked. “May I introduce you to…any of your writing?”
Isaac grumbled under his breath, and then turned to Krystal. “All right. Let’s get this over with. Time for you to tell us about your adventure.”
Krystal shrugged and gave him an evil grin. “I killed off Neal.”
“Naturally,” Jen said. “I assume there was pain?”
“Do you know me at all?” Krystal tossed back. “Of course there was pain. Lots of it. And screaming.”
“So Rumple didn’t absorb him?” Marta asked.
“Nope, and almost nothing ended up changing,” Krystal said. “Except Snowing’s baby’s name, of course.”
Jen, Joni and Marta gave her blank stares.
“What does Neal’s death have to do with the baby’s name?” Marta asked.
“Without Neal around to be a ‘hero’,” she explained, “they ended up naming him Graham.
The blank stares continued.
“Oh come on ladies,” Krystal said, “I thought that would be your favorite part. No one, and I mean no one liked that they named their son Neal.”
“What?” Joni asked. “Why would they name their son Neal? Who would name their son after their daughter’s ex-boyfriend who sent her to jail and broke her heart?”
“Exactly!” Krystal agreed. Looking around, she noticed the other ladies were still giving her odd looks. “Wait….you mean that’s NOT how you remember it?”
“No!” Marta said emphatically. “There was a lot I loved about the CS movie, but the thing that always brought tears to my eyes was the naming ceremony when they named their baby after Graham and talked about how much of a hero he was. It was just…” There was the giggle sigh again.
Krystal looked over at Isaac, and he shrugged. “Far be it from me to deny it when I’m wrong. Neal was a stupid naming choice.”
“You’ve got that right,” Jen said.
With a dramatic sigh, Isaac shook his head and threw up his hands. “I give up. Clearly there’s no reasoning with fanfiction writers. Enjoy the rest of your trip, I guess. And next year? Lay off of the head trauma. By my count you knocked Will upside the head seven times in your story. Gave me a headache just reading it.”
And with that, he was engulfed in a puff of smoke, and a moment later, there was no sign that he’d ever been there. No sign, that is, but the excited chattering of the four ladies in the cabin who discussed their adventures long into the night.
#ouat fanfiction#sort of#girls' trip fanfiction#fandom friends' birthday fics#girls' trip fairy tale ending#my fanfiction
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x20 Kansas
Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 770
Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew4 @annaamell @flslp87 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay
@ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @brooke-to-broch
@missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich
@jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma
@daxx04 @nickillian @gillie @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst
@kmomof4 @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes
@hollyethecurious @laughswaytoomuch @allyourdarlingswans @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82
@therooksshiningknight @lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64 @anmylica
@booksteaandtoomuchtv @i-will-sing-no-requiem @bluewildcatfanatic @laianely
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21)
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“Hook! Hook! Hook! Wake up! Killian!” Emma shouted, shaking him, hearing the blinding panic in her voice.
Nothing happened. He lay there, senseless and immobile. Not breathing. She caressed his face, leaning down close. “Killian, come back to me!”
Still nothing. Emma knew this was what Zelena wanted. She’d manipulated them into the exact place she wanted them. Emma could either let him die or give him mouth to mouth–giving up her magic.
It wasn’t even a question. She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t.
She’d been trying so hard, so damned hard ever since drinking the memory potion Hook had given her, to deny….well, a lot of things, but in particular the pull, the unbreakable emotional tether she had to Killian. The thought that he had burrowed his way into her heart, that he’d begun to matter to her frankly terrified her.
Oh, she could admit she liked him. She could admit he’d been her friend and confidant ever since Neverland. She could admit they would have been far worse off in this fight without him around. And as for his looks, well, she wasn’t blind. Obviously he was hot as hell.
What she hadn’t been able to admit, even to herself, is that it went deeper. That she was beginning to care for him in a way she hadn’t cared for anyone, at least since Neal.
And so she’d told herself over and over again that she wasn’t going to let him all the way in. She wasn’t going to give him the power to break her heart. When all was said and done, she could walk away back to New York without a backward glance. Leaving him behind would be no big deal.
And yet he continued to push and push and push. It wasn’t so much that he was pestering her to be with him. He wasn’t. He had always, always let her set the pace of their “relationship” or whatever it was.
It was that he got to the heart of the matter. Pushing her to move past her denial. Pushing her to move past her fear. Pushing her to accept that things had changed and that she couldn’t take Henry away from his family again, at least not without doing damage to both him and them.
And so she’d been snarky–nearly to the point of being cruel–as they’d trudged through the woods to Zelena’s house.
“You’ve taken care of the boy quite well here,” he’d said, “You can talk about danger all you like, but it isn’t that. So tell me, what is it? Why are you so scared of staying? I think it’s because you can see a future here. A happy one.”
As usual, he’d hit the nail on the head. Back in New York before she’d taken the memory potion, he’d told her he knew her better than she knew herself, and once again, he’d proven the truth of that statement.
The fear had risen up and made her respond in a mocking, cutting tone. One meant to dismiss. One meant to convey that he was nothing to her.
One that was a lie from beginning to end.
“Let me guess, with you?”
For a split second, she’d seen the pain in his eyes at that, and she’d had the urge to apologize, but then, as usual, all hell had broken loose. Zelena and Gold had shown up, and well, it all led to this moment right now.
The moment she had to admit, at least to herself, exactly what he meant to her.
“Son of a bitch,” she muttered before leaning down and letting her lips touch his.
There was an instantaneous wave. She felt her magic lifting from her, like the removal of a cozy coat in the middle of winter. It left her cold, vulnerable.
But there was something more, some kind of energy surge. The deep, dark honest part of her that her conscious mind viciously kept under lock and key wondered if that had been it, proof that they’d shared a True Love’s Kiss.
And really, truth be told, what happened between them had been more like a kiss than mouth to mouth rescusitation.
She’d sat back, looked at him, waiting, her fear mounting as the moments passed by, each one feeling like an hour.
And then he’d coughed, water spewing from his mouth, and the relief that flooded her was stronger than any she’d felt.
He turned horrified blue eyes up at her. “Swan, what did you do?” he asked.What I had to, she thought. Nothing, absolutely nothing, would be worth letting you die.
#season 3 rewatch drabbles#cs fanfiction#3x20 kansas#a moment of truth#before the denial comes back at the end of the episode
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x19 A Curious Thing
Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 712
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (22)
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Killian’s heart rate gradually returned to normal as the adrenaline faded, but with it, his hope faded as well.
This whole situation had completely spiraled out of control. He’d tried so hard, so bloody hard, to do what was best–to protect the lad, to save Swan’s magic, to keep the Charmings and everyone else Swan loved safe. The damned witch had left him with no options.
He couldn’t kiss her. That much was clear. There was no possibility in any realm he would willingly take away her magic.
He also couldn’t not kiss her, or he placed her lad in danger.
He also couldn’t tell her what had happened for fear word would get back to Zelena and she’d exact retribution.
The only thing he could think to do was to get the lad away from the witch’s purview, and even that had gone spectacularly pear-shaped.
He was quite fortunate Swan, the queen and the Charmings had shown up to the boathouse when they had when he’d run out of ammunition or…well the alternative didn’t bear contemplation.
But then Zelena herself had shown up spinning her lies and perfidious insinuations about him.
“Don’t blame me. The captain failed me. He knew what the price of failure was–your son’s life.”
Killian’s heart plummeted as he looked into Swan’s eyes once the witch was stopped and the curse was broken. Her eyes were filled with anger and suspicion.
“Are you gonna tell me what Zelena was talking about?” she asked in a voice as hard as steel “She said you failed her.”
“Don’t listen to her!” he said, hearing the pleading sound of his voice.
“Killian, what’s going on?” she asked, arms crossed. “Were you working for her?”
Killian’s heart plummeted even further. Had she no faith in him at all? Had he not proven, at least to some extent, that her welfare and that of her family were his priority? How could she even ask such a thing?
“The witch tried to back me into a corner,” he said, desperate for her to see his sincerity, desperate for her to see the hopelessness of his situation. “I did everything I could to try to resist her plans.”
“So whose idea was it to kidnap Henry and stick him on a boat?” she demanded.
He closed his eyes, deflating. He was mucking this up royally. “It was mine. I was trying to save him.”
“From what?” she continued, “What is she doing?”
There was nothing for it. It was time to spill the whole sordid tale. “She cursed me. My lips actually.”
Her brows furled. “Your lips? Why?”
Did she really not know? Did she really not see it? “Because she wants to steal your magic. She thought I was the best way of doing that. She knows what we all know-that you can defeat her.”
For a split second he saw something that might have been pride or gratitude in her eye, but then the anger took over again. “It should have been my decision to protect Henry. Whether she forced your hand or not doesn’t matter! I can’t trust you now. How can I?”
It struck him to the very heart, her anger, her accusations, her lack of trust. What could he have done? What could he have bloody done? He’d been like a caged animal with no way out.
And as the scene continued to play out–as her parents looked on him with suspicion as well, accusing him of lying about how he’d obtained the potion, it suddenly became blindingly clear to him.
They’d never see him as a hero. He could never escape his past. A part of him–the part that had dealt with his grief over Liam’s death by becoming the most vicious and merciless pirate on the seven seas–was tempted to throw it all away and embrace his fate as a villain yet again.
But he’d tried that in the lost year. He’d tried it and he’d found that she’d changed him irreversibly. No, that wasn’t precisely accurate. She’d inspired him to change himself irreversibly. He was no longer the villain Captain Hook.
He was Killian Jones, and he’d never abandon her, never abandon her family.
Even if they never saw him as anything more than a pirate.
Note: I'm sorry. This scene always absolutely INFURIATED me, and if I have to suffer, so do you. I will however leave you with the following Gif because 1. I think this is what we ALL want to say to Zelena and 2. Killian with that intensity and anger saying "Damn you, Zelena!" is just...*whew! Fans self.*
NEXT CHAPTER->
#season 3 rewatch drabbles#cs fanfiction#zelena is the worst#but let's be real#emma and the charmings are also the worst in this scene#what exactly was Killian supposed to do?#Zelena left him NO options#my fanfiction#damn you zelena indeed!
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x18 Bleeding Through
Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 855
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (21) (22)
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Emma sat at the counter at Granny’s focusing all her attention on the mug of hot cocoa sitting before her. If all went as planned, she’d be able to focus her magic and send the mug to the broody pirate sitting in their characteristic booth.
Despite, well, everything (after all, nothing in this town was ever easy or normal), Emma had a new found optimism after the day she’d just spent. They may not know what Zelena’s plan was. They may not know exactly how to defeat her. They may not even know why she was doing what she was doing, but they did have something going for them: Emma had learned how to control her magic, and with that simple fact she knew they were going to win. That fact alone made her nearly euphoric.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling, and let the warmth of her magic bubble up from deep within. When she opened her eyes, she saw that it had worked. She’d successfully transported the hot beverage without spilling a drop.
“Boom!” she said, triumphantly, as she rose from her bar stool and bounded over to Killian in the booth. “Granny’s to go. I should open a franchise.”
Killian sighed, lifted the mug from the book he was perusing and set it aside. “It’s impressive,” he said, in a tone that sounded far more annoyed than impressed.
Something was up with him. He hadn’t truly been himself since…well, since he brought her back to Storybrooke, to be honest, but especially in the past day. He’d been broody before, but this…this was a whole new level.
She thought back to earlier that evening when she’d seen what he’d done–helped Ariel find her way back to Eric–when she’d finally opened up to him, told him she didn’t care what happened in the past year.
When she’d all but let him inside her walls. (She hadn’t torn them down, of course. It was more like she’d cut a small door for him.)
She wasn’t an idiot. She knew he cared for her. He’d all but declared his love back in Neverland. She wasn’t ready for all of that yet–wasn’t sure if she’d ever be–but she was ready for…she didn’t know…something.
She would have thought he’d have jumped at the opening she offered him. She would have thought her overture would have put a smile on his face, but nothing could have been farther from the truth. If anything, her statements seemed to cast him even deeper into his bad mood. He’d even declined having dinner with the family.
Something was definitely up with him.
Ever since Neverland, he’d been there for her, he’d been her support, her sounding board, her cheerleader. In some ways, he’d been the best friend she had. It was time she returned the favor. So she found herself doing something she’d never expected to do with him.
Flirting.
“You wanna see something really impressive?” she asked, giggling like a schoolgirl. With a wave of her hand, she transported his hook to the coat rack in the corner of the room.
She would have expected him to laugh, to praise her magical prowess, to do that thing with his eyebrows that she’d never admit made the butterflies dance inside her, to make a suggestive remark. Anything.
Instead, he sighed in obvious exasperation as he got up from his seat to retrieve his steely appendage. “It’s bad form, Swan,” he said, an edge of impatience in his tone, “tampering with a man’s hook.”
Yeah, there was no doubt about it, something was seriously off. “Okay, what is up with you?” she asked.
He took his seat again, sighing and refusing to look at her as he clicked his hook back into place. “I apologize for my rudeness. It’s a long story. Too long for now.” With that, he uncorked his flask and took a long drag.
Well, at least he’d admitted there was a story there. She wasn’t about to let him dismiss it like that, though. It was time they had it out. It was time he let her know what was eating him inside.
It was time she proved to him that she’d been serious in the stairwell of her parents’ loft earlier that day. She didn’t care what he’d done; it wouldn’t change how she felt about him. (Not that she wanted to delve too deeply into just what she felt about him, but that was beside the point.)
“Okay, obviously something is–” she began, just as Belle burst through the door, book in hand and a look of urgency on her face.
Emma sighed. She should have known better than to hope for a heart to heart. A person could barely get two sentences out in this town before some crises erupted.
She really couldn’t wait to have this whole business behind her so she and Henry could get back to New York, back to normal life. Whether Killian ever told her what was bothering him, whether he followed her back to New York again…well, she supposed that would just have to remain an open question.
NEXT CHAPTER->
#season 3 rewatch drabbles#ouat fanfic#captain swan fanfiction#3x18 bleeding through#they are both idiots#and I just want to shake them
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x17 The Jolly Roger.
Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 875
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (20) (21) (22)
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Note: There were many directions I could have gone with this Killian-centric episode, but given the recent passing of Chris Gauthier, it seemed appropriate to write a Killian-Smee centered “drabble”.
Killian looked out across the sea at the Storybrooke harbor. He’d always found that looking at the horizon brought him peace and comfort, but none was to be had today.
How long could he keep the truth of his activities during the lost year from Emma? How would she react, how would everyone react when they learned of the choices he’d made in order to take back his ship?
“Captain Hook!” he heard from behind him. “Captain!”
The guilt deepend as he glanced at Smee. Always the faithful first mate, Smee was willing to follow him anywhere, follow any command. He rather reminded him of a faithful dog, perhaps one of those new goldendoodles Swan’s lad had shown him moving pictures of on his telephone.
Would even Smee stand beside him when he learned the full truth? Killian hid his worries behind the mask of the stern captain.
“It’s about time, Mr. Smee. You know how much I abhor waiting. What is it that’s so urgent?”
“It’s just, um,” Smee stammered, “that me and the men were talking about how we haven’t seen much of you since we all ended up back here.”
Killian waited for a beat, but it soon became obvious that Smee was not inclined to elaborate without prompting. “Is there a point to that rather odd observation?”
“What’s keeping us from crewing up again, hitting the high seas, getting back to pirating?” Smee asked animatedly.
Killian’s heart plummeted again. He knew no matter how much he might have tried to go back, that life was no longer for him. “You mean, other than being attacked and turning into flying monkeys? Have you forgotten there’s no safe passage out of this town? You’ve already been a rodent, Mr. Smee, does life as a simian interest you as well?”
He hoped his tone of annoyance would deter Smee, but it seemed the other man was not to be put off this time. “Of course there’s safe passage!” Smee said. “We could outrun them!”
“Not with that tosser of yours,” Killian said, gesturing derisively to the broken down excuse for a boat Smee had purloined.
“If we had a fast enough ship,” Smee persisted, “The Jolly Roger for instance… You still haven’t told me whether you found her during the time none of us can remember.”
Another wave of pain washed over Killian. Oh he’d found her alright. He’d found her, traded a good man’s safety to take her back…and then he’d given her up again. Aye, he’d do it all again a thousand times if it meant he could get back to Swan, but it still hurt. She’d been his last link to Liam, to Milah. She’d been his home and sanctuary for centuries. He couldn’t help but feel her loss. Keenly.
“What happened during that time isn’t important,” Killian said dismissively, praying that Smee would let it go.
It seemed the gods did not deign to smile on him this time.
“Because you remember,” he persisted. “Is our ship okay? What…what happened to it?”
“My ship,” Killian barked. “All you need to know, Mr. Smee, is that the Jolly Roger isn’t here, so there will be no outrunning of anything.”
“Well, I mean, what if we found another ship?” he tried, “Any one of these–”
Killian felt his exasperation multiply. “Mr. Smee, I’ve tried letting you down easy. Now let me be more direct. I have no intention of leaving this town.”
I have no intention of leaving her. Not ever again.
“Captain, I agree with you, this place has its bright spots,” Smee continued. “I have never tried anything quite like frozen yogurt before, but the Wicked Witch is here, and with that kind of danger, what possible reason do you have to stay?”
It was then that he spotted her. Swan and her lad were walking toward him, clearly seeking him out. His heart made its characteristic swoop at the sight of her. She was so beautiful, so vibrant. Though it had seemed impossible he could love her more, absence truly had made his heart grow fonder. Aye, he’d willingly, happily, give the Jolly away for her again and again–that and much more–to have the chance to keep her and her lad safe.
Whether or not Mr. Smee would understand his motives was an open question, and one he had no intention of exploring at the moment. Instead, he infused his tone with every bit of command and steely determination he could muster. Far stronger men than Smee had cowered before him when he got in their faces and employed the deadly tone he intended to use here.
“My reasons are my own,” he growled. “Question them again at your peril.”
For the briefest moment he thought he saw a flash of pain, betrayal in his faithful first mate’s eyes, and he felt like the worst of cads. In so many ways, Smee was a better man than he, and he deserved a better captain, a better friend.
But then Swan was there before him, and all else was forgotten.
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#once upon a time fanfic#season 3 rewatch drabbles#killian jones#mr. smee#broody self loathing killian being broody and self loathing
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x16 It's not Easy Being Green
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Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 649
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (19) (20) (21) (22)
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Emotions swirled within her that evening as she heard the knock at her door at the B&B and opened to find her son and Killian–windswept, smiling, excited–standing before her. So many emotions, she wondered how they could all exist within one person and not tear her apart.
Grief over Neal’s death, anger over the Zelena for causing it, frustration that they’d survived the recent encounter but still been thoroughly trounced, relief that her son at least was safe and happy, something like butterflies at the very sight of Killian, guilt that she might, possibly, perhaps, in some small way feel….something…for him. Not love of course! Couldn’t be that, but…something. But yes guilt that she could feel anything for someone else when Neal had just died, anger at Neal for his bull-headed stupidity in getting himself killed.
Yes, all of that, but above all, an overwhelming desire to run. A part of her deep inside knew things were more complicated now, that she couldn’t just run back to New York, to the good life she’d thought she had, and forget about all of this–Storybrooke, magic, being the savior, her family, Henry’s family. Killian. But the fact that she knew that was the case didn’t make the desire lessen.
Why, why, why couldn’t she just have an ordinary life? A peaceful one? One where she didn’t have to worry about some sadistic green witch turning her son into a flying monkey? One where she could have an ordinary job (albeit one with more than a little danger and unpredictability)? One where she could have a perfectly ordinary (even if kind of boring) man to love?
He was lying to you. He was really just another one of Zelena’s flying monkeys, the honest part of her that she could never completely drown out pointed out helpfully.
And there it was. Even her happy, ordinary life was an illusion. But she’d built a happy, normal life for herself and Henry. She could do it again, and she could put all of this behind her.
At least so she told herself when she was alone, when Killian wasn’t standing in front of her looking at her like that–like he knew her, really knew her to her core and loved her anyway. It was terrifying.
“How did the queen fare against the witch?” Killian asked as soon as Henry disappeared into their room.
“She survived, but the rest is definitely more than a doorway conversation,” she said a little dismissively. But Killian deserved more than that. He deserved at least a little gratitude. “Thanks for taking him.”
Killian smiled wistfully. “There’s more Bae in your boy than you realize,” he said sadly.
She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. It was easy to forget–especially after the idiots the two of them made of themselves over her in Neverland, but Killian cared for Neal too, mourned him too. She prepared to say something comforting, something to let him know she understood and was there for him like he’d been there for her, but then he continued and touched on the heart of the issue.
“He needs to know about his father, Emma,” he said gently but firmly. “You can’t just take him back to New York when this is over and pretend like none of this is real.”
The fear, guilt and need to run bubbled up again, and she knew she couldn’t deal with this any more tonight.
And so she ran. Rather than answer, she smiled sadly, said good night and disappeared into her room. One day, probably one day soon, she’d need to confront the truth of what he’d said, but that day was not today. Today she just needed to shut him out, listen to her son gush about the fun he’d had with Killian, and pretend like normal was still possible.
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#season 3 rewatch drabbles#ouat fanfiction#my fanfiction#cs fanfiction#3x16 it's not easy being green
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabble: 3x15 Quiet Minds
Summary: A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time. There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season. Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 674
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)
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“Okay, so what’s the plan?” Emma asked as she stepped out of Baelfire’s hospital room and rejoined her parents and Hook.
Killian saw the hints of agitation on her face and wondered just what had transpired between her and Bae after he’d asked for a moment of privacy with her.
Nothing pleasant, that was for sure.
The selfish part of him felt a kind of sick satisfaction at the fact, but his better nature–blessedly the part that was firmly in control at the moment–felt only concern for her, and even some manner of concern for Bae.
“Is everything alright, Swan?” he asked gently.
She looked at him, and for the briefest of seconds, she let him see her agitation and discomfort before firmly shutting it down. “It’s fine,” she bit out, “but time’s wasting. We need to find Gold. Now. So again, what’s the plan?”
Killian wanted to argue, knowing everything clearly wasn’t alright, but he knew Swan well enough by now to realize any further insistence would be met with intractable denial.
“Well, your mom and I figured the best place to start the search would be the woods,” David said. “No real reason to think he’s there, but we know he didn’t go to his shop or his house, and the last place we know he was was in Zelena’s cellar, so…” He shrugged.
“Great,” Emma said. “Dad, you and I will head there. Mom?”
Snow White sighed. “I know,” she said. “I’ll be no help on the search in my very pregnant state. I guess I’ll…stay with Belle and watch over the homefront. I can still wield my bow and arrow.”
“Sounds good, and Hook?” She said turning to him.
“I’ll accompany you,” he said, his look encompassing both Swan and the prince. “After all, we can’t be too careful with the witch about.”
Snow and David shared a look. “Actually, Hook,” David said, “we were thinking it might be better if you stayed here.”
He protested vehemently at the suggestion, but Swan stopped him with a gentle hand to his arm. “He’s right,” she said. “We need someone here with Neal.”
“You think he needs protection?”
She snorted. “Well that, and there’s also the fact that he needs someone to stop him in case he does something stupid. Not like that’s unusual for him.”
“Emma!” her mother chided.
“I just mean something like leaving the hospital against medical advice,” she said. “You know, trying to come after his dad himself.”
“Aye,” Killian agreed, as a new possibility occurred to him, “not to mention the fact that we don’t know how much we can trust him.”
Snow White gave him a look that was so reminiscent of his own mother rebuking him when he was a small lad that he nearly squirmed.
“Consider what little we know thus far,” he said. “I’ve no doubt Bae is sincere in his allegiance to the side of the heroes, but we’ve yet to learn what precisely he did to resurrect his father. It is a safe bet that it was both exceedingly reckless and at least marginally unsavory. It would not hurt to have someone about to protect him when the price he undoubtedly owes for such dark magic comes due.”
“Okay, sounds good,” Swan said after a moment. “Let’s get to it, then.”
“Swan,”he called after her as she and her parents started toward the hospital entrance. She turned back to look at him. “Be safe,” he answered, unable to stop the slight hint of concern for her welfare from his voice.
Her eyes softened, and she smiled slightly at him. “Always am.”
With that, they were off, and Killian was left standing alone in the hospital corridor. He took a step toward the cafeteria in search of that “jell-o” he’d been served. It had been far too sweet for his taste and the texture was…unusual to say the least, but he gathered it had great medicinal properties and as such it would be as good an offering to Bae as anything.
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Can we talk about how absolutely aghast he looks that Emma had the ~AUDACITY~ to forget he’s a pirate?! 🤣🤣🤣
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