every word that comes out of her mouth is gold

Love Potion #9

Happy (day after) Valentine’s Day!  This is a collaborative story written by @ bixisarusher, @flslp87 @hellomommanerd @snowbellewells and @whimscallyenchantedrose.  A big thanks to @duathadun for making the above graphic!

Summary:  When Cupid puts a love potion in Storybrooke’s water supply on Valentine’s Day, all kinds of chaos ensues.  Can the heroes find a way to reverse the spell and bring peace back to their overly loving community?

~<3~<3~<3~<3

Valentine’s Day dawned crisp and clear, the sun shining down on the snow that had blanketed Storybrooke overnight, making it sparkle like tiny diamonds.  Emma woke slowly, enjoying the warmth of her bed and the security of Killian’s arms around her.  

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Captain Swan are stuck in WWs dungeon together. Confessions! :D

Something was buzzing - or was it ringing? She couldn’t be sure, the high pitched keen fluctuating in volume, reverberating in her brain so she was sure a headache would soon be following.As the seconds stretched on, the pain intensified around the front of her head, and she grimaced, pulling her hand up to massage the area with numb fingers.

She hadn’t experienced this sort discomfort in a very long time, not since she’d give up the regular late nights in the comforting embrace of alcohol. Rubbing her crinkled forehead harder, Emma tried to push herself into a semi-reclining position with one arm.

Her movements stilled instantly when she registered the feel of cold concrete beneath her palms. While, admittedly, her bed wasn’t exactly certified Tempur material, it sure as hell wasn’t that stiff.

Emma dropped her hand from her head and opened her eyes, blinking deliberately against the darkness that blanked out her vision, leaving her unsteady where she sat. Looking around, the blonde felt her blood freeze in her veins.

The room was illuminated only by small green torches welded to the stone walls, sporadically placed so the feint emerald glow was uneven in certain areas. There was a large, dark wooden door across from her, black iron edging and a minuscule peephole etched into the center of the semi-circular top. 

And on the floor, silhouette edged by the unnerving light cast about by the flickering torches, was Hook, his face just visible from her position a few meters away.

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