So Jen said there will be an interruption to the Captain Swan engagement and my head went places.

Killian was so tired his limbs couldn’t carry him any further when he arrived on the Jolly Roger.

He felt empty, distant, like a ghost walking among the living.

His lips turned up, just barely, with the sick irony of the thought. He was a ghost, in some way. Zeus had brought him back to be with Emma but if she didn’t want to be at his side, then what reason did he have to live?

It had been a few days since she had found out the truth about her grandfather. It had set her off - obviously, Killian already knew she would be mad - but not for the reasons he had thought.

She was so hurt because he had kept a secret with her, she thought he knew she loved him in anyway, despite everything. She didn’t understand why he hadn’t told her right away, why he did everything behind her back.

“We’re supposed to be a team,” she had said, “you and I we – we were supposed to work together. How can I marry you if you can’t trust my love for you?”

And so they had taken a break.

It wasn’t like those Henry talked about, the ones he had shown Killian in movies, because for those couples “taking a break” meant they had split up for good, but both Killian and Emma knew their heart belonged to each other. They just needed some time to heal.

Killian passed a hand on his face, he was trying to wipe away the sadness that had overtaken him in the past days. It was so hard to come back to a silent ship when he had lived in a house filled with love and laughter and Emma, everyday beside him, every morning right next to him to wish him good morning.

Being apart from her after being with her everyday was like deciding to drown when he could sail the open seas.

When he reached his cabin he was so ready to throw himself in bed and shut the world out that he had needed a few seconds to notice the candles that lit up the empty room and covered every surface, or the classic music gently playing from a phone on the windowsill where his book would have been.

In the middle of the room was Emma. She looked at him with a hint of wonder, trying to understand if she was wanted there, if her actions were appreciated.

Killian wanted to bury himself in her embrace and never go back to before. Of course she was welcome. Seeing her back in his cabin reminded him of so many nights with her, when the ship was their only getaway.

“I know you probably had something else in mind but.” She shrugged. “I couldn’t think of anything else, sorry.”

“Emma what are you doing here?” he finally asked.

“I know what I said, and I still believe it. I don’t want to marry you if you don’t trust me.”

Killian stood there, waiting for her to finish, his eyes focused on her face. Silent.

“But I also know that you did what you did for a reason. And dad told me why you sneaked out like teenagers the other day. I’m not saying I forgive you for that but I – I get it.” She stopped to look at the floor, her hands toying with a ring that was no longer there. “And these past few days without you in the house have been crap so.” She laughed a humorless laugh. Killian could see the shades under her eyes.

“What I’m trying to say is I’m still mad at you, and we need to really talk about what happened because it’s not the first time you’ve kept something from me for the same reason but.” Her voice cracked, her eyes filled with tears and Killian fought with every muscle of his body to stay still, to not hug her, and calm her. He hated it so much when Emma cried. “But I also know that I love you. So much. And I want to be with you forever so – what better way to show you how much I love you if not this, right?”

She got down on one knee, and that was the moment that Killian decided he could move. He reached her, ready to help her up on her feet, but she was quicker to take out the ring he had given her from her pocket. He still took her hand in his.

“Killian Jones, will you marry me?”

Killian nodded, unable to gather any kind of word, he fell on his knees right in front of her to collapse in her arms.

They were both crying by that point, the exhaustion from the last couple of days removed from their bodies.

You aren't sorted by what traits you have but by what traits you value the most.

Else Fred and George would’ve been a Slytherin, Hermione a Ravenclaw, Luna a Hufflepuff and Cedric a Gryffindor. You can fight me on this.

You know what makes me want to cry? Draco Malfoy in sixth year. Remember you had to sit by yourself at school for a minute, or listen to your parents argue while you sat upstairs hugging you knees? Now imagine your weren’t sat for a minute, but a whole year, and you knew it wasn’t going to change. Imagine your parents arguing, not over who did the dishes our why they’re late home, but over a sociopathic murderer who you’re sharing your house with. Imagine having to kill your teacher. I can’t even try to imagine that but what I can imagine is how lonely he was and and I’m crying again.


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Friend: Hey, can you tell me some of the greatest relationships ever?

Me: Glad you asked! Okay there’s septiplier, destiel. drarry, johnlock, spideypool… *goes on for infinity*

*A few decades later*

Me: Merthur, stony, sabriel, drapple, larry, stucky…

Friend:*exasperated Please stop, I’m sorry I’ve ever asked