Have uploaded this hand-painted design to my Redbubble, for anybody interested. This is the design I am using for my holiday cards (anybody who expressed interest in getting one will be getting their own hand-painted one. 🙂 )
It’s just one weekend. At Christmas. In New York. With everyone there. With Killian there. It’s fine. Emma doesn’t mind – he’s always there and she wants him to be there and it’ll be good. Great, even. Festive. She’s looking forward to it.
Honestly.
She just hopes she doesn’t do something stupid. Like shout feelings in his face. That probably wouldn’t be very festive.
Rating: Mature. There’s makeouts. And lotsa kissin’. LOTSA KISSIN’ Word Count: Almost 10K. Again. What is control? AN: We’re finally going to talk! And David’s going to play big brother and Mary Margaret owns stationary and Ruth Nolan knows everything and there’s kissing. They kiss. It’s also my anniversary, so this all kind of times up real well. Enjoy @peggyyswan!!! Also on Ao3, FF.net and tag’ed up on Tumblr
Merry Christmas, Swan.
She reads the text at some indeterminate time in the morning because she never really fell asleep and Patrick and Samantha have very good, presumably very expensive wine that she finds in one of the cabinets in a kitchen that isn’t hers.
Patrick and Samantha have an absurd amount of cabinet space.
Emma briefly considers texting Killian that, but it’s probably close to six in the morning and the Merry Christmas text came somewhere around two in the morning and she’s absolutely spent the last four hours considering what that means.
It means he’s not sleeping either, some slightly more mature, human part of her brain is quick to point out, but the rest of her refuses to acknowledge it and it’s a weird war or thoughts and feelings and emotions that result in an empty bottle of very expensive wine and Emma downing a handful of Tylenol before sprinting out the door because she’s, somehow, late.
“You’ve listened every time I’ve spoken before,” he said to the stars above his head. “You’ve turned and moved to listen to my voice and my poems. Now it is time for you to repay me.”
The stars twinkled in response, showering light on his face as if to wash his tears.
“Hold onto this magic. Keep it safe,” his voice cracked as he added the last important part. “Use it to bring us together in every lifetime, and when the time comes, I will be back for it. I’ll use it to save her. I won’t let her get away.”
Killian focused on the magic humming inside of him. He closed his eyes, tears sneaking out between the lids, and outstretched open palms. The glowing began in his fingers before extending throughout his entire body.
A final offering, Killian lifted his arms toward the sky and let the heavenly lights take away the burden of the magic. With it, they lifted away his grief and his sorrow. The magic exploded out of him in a flash of bright white light, but just as soon as it came, it was gone. Because of the fisherman’s heroic actions, the princess’ sleeping curse wasn’t for naught.
Captain Swan Halloweek – Day 3: Myths, Legends and Fairytales → Tristan and Iseult myth ↳ After defeating the Irish kingdom, Sir Killian, on orders of the Cornwall crown, brings back Princess Emma to marry his uncle, King Mark. Forced into this marriage, Emma asks one of her mages to come up with a love potion. Knowing King Mark’s aversion for magic, she hides the potion into a bottle. Emma and Killian accidentally drink it and fall madly in love with each other, driven by their carnal desires.
It All Starts With a Dance 