This Underworld reunion headcanon has been plaguing me for weeks and I finally had a chance to put it to words. This is based on various spoilers (A&E saying that 5B will be reminiscent of S1, the CS filming spoiler in the rain, etc…).
After the first few days, he stopped trying to leave. Each
step leading him right back in, facing the same walls, entering the same empty
rooms, grew heavier with the weight of hopeless eternity. This warped version
of the home he’d chosen, once a bright possibility had become his prison. The
door opened to a familiar view, white picket fence, short clipped grass the
color of her eyes, but it’s all an illusion. Some dark magic, or oncoming
insanity (probably both) has him trapped, the outside turning in each time he’s
attempted to cross the threshold.
It’s at the end of the first week that he notices the pattern.
The rising moon, ever changing in life, is frozen in death. Curved into a
crescent, the shadows have yet to shift, the stars, the clouds, each night the
same as if time has yet to pass. But the sun always ascends, shielded from view
by the gloomiest of clouds, waking the same birds, at the same time, on the
same tree. The world here, under, it’s his worst nightmare. An endless loop
spent in what was to be their home, alone, forever.
Killian Jones always considered the expression “raising hell” to be a figure of speech. He never thought he’d have to face the literal version of it one day. And on his ship, of all places - or Liam’s ship, at the moment, if you want to get technical about it. The Jewel of the Realm may have changed names, but Killian insisted that as long as Liam is aboard, he is the captain.
It is fitting, in a way, that it’s the show ground of the final battle for his soul. Fitting, but again, not something he would ever have imagined.
The only unsurprising part of it is that it’s due to Emma Swan. If there’s any person in the world he’d have named as capable of raising hell, literally or otherwise, it would have been her.
And she did it for him. That’s a thought, or rather, a fact, that Killian will probably spend quite a few hours dwelling on, before he can truly believe it.
Right now, of course, Emma is not very happy about the whole situation.
“Son of a bitch,” she yells, fending off another demon with a rather impressive parry. Her sword flashes, and along with it comes a flash of pride in Killian’s chest. Good form. Just like he taught her.
They stay together, moving almost as though in a dance. She catches her
attacker’s claw on her blade, and Killian’s hook slashes across the
creature’s chest. There’s an unholy shriek, and it staggers back.
He ducks as it lunges for him, and sweeps his foot out. It stumbles - only briefly, but right into Emma’s blade. Another screech, this one cut off abruptly as the bastard crumples to the ground.
Emma grins at Killian as he straightens back up, and he feels his blood sing. It’s a heady mix - the rescue, the battle, the knowledge that he’s fighting side by side with the woman he loves. The woman who loves him, enough to cross into the underworld to get him back.
Killian Jones has always been a man who followed his heart. It has led him along a winding, dark path, but he knows now that it has led him true. It has led him to Emma. And now it’s beating loud and fast in his ears, and pours the words out of his mouth before he can think them over.
Emma’s eyes widen just a little. She dances to the side, deftly tripping another attacker, whom Killian sends flying overboard. She has to yell to be heard over the noise. “You mean if we get out of here?”
He shakes his head. “I mean regardless.”
Emma starts to smile, then stops. Cocks her head to the side. Another demon lunges for Killian, and he ducks under it, hoists it over his shoulder, and into Emma’s waiting blade.
When he faces Emma again, she’s smiling like the sun, eyes sparkling. “Then why wait?”
She looks around until her eyes find Liam, who is a few feet away and holding his own quite admirably. “Liam!” she yells. “Marry us!”
Liam looks rather startled. Nearby, David pauses, his eyes wide; luckily, Snow has retained her wits, and shoots the creature lunging for him right in the eye. Liam kicks away a headless demon before yelling back, “I’m a little busy at present!”
“No time like it!” Killian shouts. “Come on, brother, you’ve never had trouble talking while you fight before!”
“Very well!” Liam’s sword flashes. “But I’ll have to skip the speeches!”
“Good!” Emma yells, and Liam’s face breaks into a wide smile.
“Do you, Emma Swan, take Killian Jones—” the next words are drowned out by another shriek, “—husband?”
Emma stabs her sword into the demon trying to claw its way towards Regina’s back. “I do!”
The words sound unreal, although later, Killian will reflect that in the heat of battle, they still feel more real than they might have otherwise. As it stands, he has little time to stop and wonder that Emma Swan is really, truly, marrying him right now.
“Do you, Killian Jones—” Killian lurches back, out of the way of a fireball; it misses its target, but the demon flinches, and Killian’s blade is there. “— wedded wife?”
Killian pulls Emma out of the way of a slashing claw. “I do!”
“Then as captain, I now pronounce you—” Liam slashes at a demon, “husband and wife. You may kiss the—” He stops as the demon lunges for him. Ducking, he slashes at it again, then kicks it away.
“You may kiss—”
The demon turns and lunges back towards him. Killian’s heart skips a beat. But David is there, catching it across the back with its blade. It swings for him in turn, but Liam is already moving, and slashes his blade through its neck.
“Just kiss!” he yells.
Emma stabs and kicks another demon, sending it sprawling back. Then she grabs the lapel of Killian’s coat and hauls him towards her. Killian’s hooked arm goes around her waist and he bends his head, kissing her like it’s the first time - and in a way, it feels like it is. His heart wants to burst out of his chest, and it’s only the noise and the sword in his hand that keeps him from completely forgetting where he is.
They break apart just as another demon approaches, and stab it together.
Till death do us part, the words echo through Killian’s head, and he smiles.
ok!! erin tuesdais’ first follow forever whoooo. anyway i just wanted to say thanks for being around; thanks for 4.7k! especially seeing as i’ve only been posting gfx for like.. 7 weeks mAYbe. am i even a svt blog?? not really?? because of recently changing my blogstyle and whatnot, i’ve followed everyone on this list in just the last ~5 months and made all my friends in the last month or 2 so!.. thanks for existing.
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This is a Captain Swan: Choose Your Own Adventure story where you choose the plot (details here). It’s part of my Follower Appreciation (thanks guys!)
When Regina seeks revenge for Cora’s death and a happy ending with Henry something goes horribly wrong. A canon divergence fic from 2x20 “The Evil Queen” where Regina’s failsafe isn’t an auto-destruct. Now back in the Enchanted Forest Emma and Killian are forced to pretend to be married while they figure out what happened.
“Seriously?” Emma can’t help the frustration and disbelief in her voice; just when she thought things couldn’t get any stranger it turns out magic truth ice cream exists.
Surprisingly the woman–Sarah is it?–laughs: a soft almost creepy sound. “Always such a way with words.”
Emma doesn’t like the note of familiarity in her voice but doesn’t want to risk antagonizing her. She shares a look with Killian and though his sword is still drawn he looks as resigned as she is to putting up with the Dairy Queen’s shenanigans. She gives him a nod and he sheathes his sword.
The woman grins. “Excellent choice. Now which one of you will be answering my questions?” Emma’s eyes dart towards her and the outstretched cone (rocky road, her favorite) and her stomach twists. She knows it’s going to be her. Henry isn’t an option and Emma can’t imagine a pirate wanting to put himself in such a vulnerable position. Before she can reach out her hand Killian is stepping forward.
“I believe the honor falls to me.”
Emma almost protests but she doesn’t really want to eat the ice cream cone so she bites her lip instead.
The sorceress turns and looks at Killian then purses her lips and gives her head a small shake. “I think not.”
She takes a step toward Emma and stretches out her hand. Emma grits her teeth.
“Look, Dairy Queen, if you wanted me to eat it why didn’t you just say so?”
She gives an enigmatic smile. “My name is Ingrid.”
Emma sighs. “Okay, Ingrid. Let’s just get this over with.” She yanks the cone from her hand and without stopping to think gives it a lick. Immediately she feels a tingle on her tongue and she pulls the cone away. It doesn’t hurt but Emma can feel the magic trickling through her.
A/N: I decided to write some Daddy!Charming Valentine’s Day fluff. I’m sure we’re about to be flooded with Captain Swan stuff - and rightfully so! - but I just love Emma & David’s dynamic and wanted to explore it further. This is canon but not in a specified time period (could be deleted scene or future fic). I’ve never written David’s POV before, but I hope you enjoy!
They never tell you how damn confusing it is to have two
lives swimming around in your head.
Then again there really isn’t a they to tell you anything, since no one else in this realm or any
other has experienced the ridiculous fallout of a dark curse before.
(He really should go slap Regina again, just to remind her
that while her reform is appreciated, her idiotic past decisions are not
David walks from the loft toward Granny’s, ready to fuel up
on caffeine for what promises to be a dull but long day of filing at the sheriff’s station, when he realizes the
In this realm it’s what they call Valentine’s Day, a celebration of love filled with flowers and
candy and inordinately large teddy bears. David remembers buying such things
for Catherine, even remembers getting something for Snow as well during the unfortunate
affair overlap between this life and the last.
But what he’s never gotten to do is celebrate with his
It’s a confusing thought to have – because were she to have
really been his little girl, were she
to have grown up as her Royal Highness Princess Emma, Valentine’s Day wouldn’t
have existed. Sure, she would damn well have known she was loved every single
day. She would have grown up in a castle
that had a staff which ensured fresh
flowers were on display every day of the year. She would have had full access
to a kitchen and a chef who could whip up any form of chocolatey goodness she
could dream of.
(And actually, she would have grown up with magic and probably could have conjured
any of these things on all her own – after all nobody saves Emma but herself, and surely the same goes for
But she didn’t grow up Princess Emma. She grew up an orphan,
all alone in this world. She didn’t even get the luxury of living in a mindless
loop the way the rest of the inhabitants of the Enchanted Forest did when they
were transported to Storybrooke. No, Emma had to forge her own way, feeling
unloved for the bulk of 28 full years on this Earth.
That’s at least 24
Valentine’s Day with no flowers, no teddy bears, probably not a single note of
affection besides the little pre-boxed ones the kids are required to exchange
with one another in class (Mary Margaret made her own each year, of course.
And, gods, imagine what kinds of beautiful things she and Emma could have made
David veers left, caffeine all but forgotten, now determined
to stop at the drug store.
summary: Emma was twenty-six when she could finally see colors, after she had lost faith in it ever happening to her. She just wasn’t quite expecting it to be him. AU where you only see black and white until you meet your soulmate.
your eyes are not tricking you. yes, i have finally (FINALLY) updated this fic after months and months of y’all waiting. i’m so sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out, but i hope y’all enjoy it.
there should only be two more chapters left after this, unless i decide to add a chapter (which im considering doing). and then there will be an epilogue.
Wow! It’s Not Even Midnight Yet And We’re Already Talking About Captain Swan!
Praise the Gods that be, loves! Midterms are over and spring break is upon us! So much easier to talk about Captain Swan when I don’t have to stress about school. Here’s part 2 of the post-underworld comfort fluff. (Here’s part 1 if you missed it) Thanks to @mrandmrsswan for requesting more! Love you all!
Emma’s crying had stopped but she was still breathing irregularly, gasps and pants escaping her lips at uneven intervals. She had been dreaming of unending loneliness, and when she awoke on her couch instead of in Killian’s arms, she’d been tricked into thinking she’d imagined their reunion. It terrified her beyond any measure, but slowly he was soothing her, his arms wound around her in the most particular way, the way he knew she liked. He rocked them steadily from side to side, and her body felt tiny, curled tightly in his lap. She was vaguely aware that her parents were nearby, that Henry was, but she didn’t care. She needed this, needed to feel her pirate’s warmth, to listen to his heartbeat, to press her nose against his collarbone and inhale the scent of brine from the sea.
Killian didn’t care about their audience either. He was in full comfort mode, hating himself for having left her in the first place. He didn’t regret the time he’d spent with Henry, not at all — but he should’ve woken her up and taken her with them. As much as she needed the sleep, he should’ve known he needed her more. He decided to speak then, to explain…because he needed her to understand what happened, needed her to know that he hadn’t meant to frighten her.
“You were sleeping so peacefully, Emma,” he cooed softly against her hair, “I didn’t want to wake you. Henry and I just wanted to take a joy ride on the Jolly like we used to. But you woke up and I’d gone, and it scared you, didn’t it? I want you to tell me about it, sweetheart. Please, love. I don’t want you to bottle your feelings inside, yeah? Talk to me, always talk to me,” he encouraged her.
Snow and Charming were certain Emma wouldn’t talk, but to their surprise she took a deep breath immediately. “When you…when you died,” she stammered, trying to steady her breath, “I came home and laid on this couch, reliving the horrific way I’d just…how one minute you were standing in front of me and the next, I took that damn sword and just…” her tears started falling lightly again, but he rubbed her back soothingly, scratching it gently. “And then I was having these dreams of just wandering…it was dark and cold and I couldn’t see anything…and then I woke up, and my parents…and I just got so scared because…” her face crumpled and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Hey, hey,” he said, nudging her with his forehead, cupping her face with his hand, swiping a few tears away with the soft pad of his thumb. She had one of her hands anchored in his hair, the other clenched tight around his shirt collar. He kissed her briefly, softly, reminding her that he was right there with her before he spoke again. “It’s okay to be frightened, darling, it does not make you weak. Right? I tell you that all the time, sweetheart. Everything’s alright, Emma, I have you. Tell me more, love.”
“I got scared because I thought maybe none of it happ…happened,” she went on, “You weren’t here and I didn’t know where you were and I was so worried about you, my heart was beating so fast and it felt like my skin was on fire and I just kept picturing your neck,” she told him, and he fought very valiantly against the tears that threatened to slip down his face.
“Here, darling, feel,” he urged her, unclenching the fingers that gripped his shirt and moving her palm to rest against the left side of his neck. “There’s nothing there, sweetheart. You fixed it. You saved me. You won’t ever see it again, I promise. And I promise I’ll never do anything again that could frighten you, alright, love? The next time we go sailing, I want my beautiful, brave first mate by my side. Aye?”
Emma sniffled, but nodded, using the fist in his hair to move his face closer to her, pressing her lips over his. He let his lips linger for only a moment before he turned his head to kiss her cheek, her temple, making his way up to her forehead. Afterwards she looked up at him, beaming, completely calm.
Suddenly recalling her parents, she looked away from Killian’s face for the first time, her gaze landing on her mother’s expression. “I’m sorry, Mom, I didn’t mean to —”
“Oh don’t apologize Emma, we understand perfectly,” her mother said immediately, wiping tears off her cheeks. She couldn’t help it; watching Killian so expertly make Emma feel better had gotten to her. “I’m just so happy that we never gave up,” she gushed.
Emma smiled, returning her gaze to meet Killian’s. “Me too,” she said, smiling. “Now…what’s that I smell?”
“Your mother took over your kitchen and baked every kind of cookie there is,” Her father explained, chuckling.
“So good,” Henry said from the kitchen, his mouth stuffed full.
Everyone laughed then. “Bring a plate over here, lad. We’ll start another picture film, we can all watch together. Which one suits your fancy this time, my love?”
Emma wriggled in his lap so she could see the television, while still remaining safely cradled in his arms. A conniving grin snuck its way to her lips. “I think Peter Pan will do.“
Okay but Killian /literally/ dragging Emma out of bed on accident because he's trying to get up and she just will not. let. go. She's half asleep and cuddly, and just knows Killian is warm and she wants to keep him close and she ends up letting out an undignified squawk when they both end up on the floor because Killian overbalanced in trying to get free and Emma has got a powerful grip.
(Okay, I am still in a flashfic moratorium but this was SO STINKIN’ CUTE that I couldn’t help it! Domestic Captain Swan makes me so happy. :D)
Killian does not at all mind waiting until seven o’clock. He’s actually learning to enjoy the quiet hour or so between his waking with the sun and Emma deciding to get up for the day. In that quiet hour or so, his Swan snuggles into him in sleep and he basks in the togetherness while reading a book or playing one of those little time-wasting distractions on her talking phone.
He does, however, start getting impatient around eight o’clock. The time-wasters become boring and even reading becomes a chore. Plus, his stomach begins to rumble but thankfully, Emma’s usually does, too.
Unfortunately for Killian, her stomach has yet to rumble this morning. It’s now coming up on nine o’clock. Killian has been awake for four hours and he really wants to move his day along a little bit. There’s just one thing hindering that plan: Emma has a surprisingly tight grip on him.
She’s lying on her stomach, her arm draped across his torso. Every time he tries to move, she lets out a stubborn little grunt and an unintelligible mutter while tightening her arm over him. “Emma,” he murmurs in exasperation because his stomach is growling so loud he’s surprised the noise hasn’t woken her, “if you let me get up, I’ll cook you bacon.”
She just lets out another murmur that sounds vaguely like, “You’re warm” and settles back into deep sleep.
Killian sighs. At this rate, it’ll be lunchtime by the time he’s able to make breakfast.
He gives her another ten minutes before once again attempting to slide out of bed. He manages to get one foot on the floor but just when he thinks he’s home-free, her arm tightens around him again. The only problem is that he’s already started to stand. The sudden pressure startles him, causing him to stumble and before he knows it, he’s on the floor.
The second shock comes a moment later when a half-asleep Emma, who’s stubbornly hung onto him, lands on top of him with a strangled cry of surprise. “What the hell?!” she exclaims, her groggy brain struggling to catch up after her rude awakening.
His poor Swan looks so endearingly confused that Killian has to swallow a chuckle. “I wanted to get up and you apparently decided in your sleep that you were coming with me.”
She blinks at him, then looks up at the bed and back at him. A blush colors her cheeks as she scrambles off of him and stands. “Sorry. But now that we’re up, what do you say we make breakfast? I’m craving bacon for some reason.”
This time, Killian can’t hold back his laughter. “That sounds perfect, love.”