Killian knew that falling in love with his employer was a bad idea. Especially since his employer was her Royal Highness Princess Emma of Misthaven. He decided to keep his distance, despite the fact that the Princess felt the same. He didn’t think he was worthy of her.
Tired of his stubbornness, Emma took matters into her own hands. She made him realize that he is the one she wants and that he shouldn’t throw away what they have.
Colored pencil on recycled paper, 20-minute sketch
I never get sick of images of Killian and Emma holding hands. 🙂
I’m going to try to do an OUAT sketch a day until the last episode of one of my all-time favorite shows in May (*sniffle*). If anyone has a fav screen cap, send it on over – just remember I’m trying to do these in about 20 minutes so be kind, lol. I have a soft spot for Captain Swan obviously, but I’m open to general ouat prompts, too.
I’ll be selling the originals at 20 bucks a pop if anyone is interested and I don’t totally suck at this. 🙂
When Killian arrives in New York to find Emma Swan with her memories of fairytales and Storybrooke intact, he doesn’t realize his life is about to change forever – that is, until Emma introduces him to his daughter. (Roses in December companion piece)
A/N: Happy Birthday, @katie-dub! I have been so blessed to have gotten to know you over the course of being in fandom together. You are an exceptional woman: smart, funny, caring, and talented. So, of course, you got me to do something I never thought I’d do: write a companion to Roses in December from Killian’s POV. I do so hope you enjoy. And for all you readers, this aligns with the second chapter of RiD.
He tells her not a day goes by when he won’t think of her, and by the gods, he means it.
Killian’s thoughts are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. All-consuming. Dangerous. Whenever he sees a flash of blonde hair, for a second Killian believes it is her. Red will forever be associated with visions of her jacket and the flush of her cheeks. She invades his dreams. She’s a siren, one he would easily submit himself to his doom just to be closer to her.
He can’t be. Damn the curses. Damn the barriers between the worlds.
He plays the precious few memories he has with her in his head. Beanstalks and jungles, her lips moving against his own and fingers questing under clothes. “One-time thing,” that’s what she’d told him the first time, the second time. He has to believe it means something, the repetition of broken vows. She kissed him once, and then again, and she drove away with a whisper of “Good,” and Killian’s world has felt off-kilter since.
(Lies. It’s been off-kilter ever since she pulled him from the pile of bodies. He just hadn’t realized it then.)
She has no memory of him. He can’t get her out of his head, but he’s nothing to her. All of the people she loves, those he ran away from the moment he could, are nothing to her. Probably for the best, because Killian knows all too well the pain of being separated from loved ones (loved one, because he accepts now that he might actually love her), and wouldn’t wish that torment on her. Yes, it’s better she not remember him or her parents when there’s no hope of ever reuniting.
But then there’s a message and a curse he’s able to outrun, and a magic bean he’s able to barter for, and Killian Jones finds himself in a foreign land standing outside the door of the woman her loves. And when he knocks and she opens the door, he’s blown away not just by her beauty – gods, she’s beautiful – but also by the whisper of his name on her lips and the realization that Emma Swan remembers.
For the first time in a year, Killian Jones allows himself to hope.
He rounded a bend in the stream and stopped. The narrow waterway turned into a large pool, almost perfectly round, fed by a waterfall that fell from a rocky cliff rising sharply out of the ground. Bright green moss clung to the rocks and large flowers sprouted from the banks in a riot of colour, all shades of pinks and purples and yellows.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” she said, turning around. She had picked one of the purple blooms and tucked it behind her ear.
“Beautiful,” Killian replied, but he wasn’t looking at the scenery.
I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, @just-be-magnificent – it’s gorgeous! Perfect depiction of the first kiss scene in Beyond the Horizon!
It All Starts With a Dance 