13. When Hook told Emma he traded the Jolly Roger to get back to her on Once Upon a Time.
“He sacrificed his home, his job, his LIFE just to get back to the woman he loved — even though he knew she wouldn’t remember him and may not even love him back.”
So that hug in the CS movie when snow is about to die. I’ve always assumed it was Killian comforting/protecting her from the pain. But the way he grabs onto her and the way he’s looking at her makes me wonder if it was also because he was scared that she was gonna disappear
A/N: Take two! Sorry for the lack of a cut yesterday and the need to repost. Tumblr mobile is the devil.
For @laurnorder,
who won a fic of her choosing in my follower appreciation earlier this
summer. She requested friends to lovers with a dash of bedsharing. I may
have gotten carried away. Thanks to @lenfaz for letting me toss this at her unexpectedly and providing helpful feedback. Part 3 up in two weeks, once the Captain Swan Big Bang Fics all have their first chapters posted (go check them out)!
Summary: They’ve
been using all sorts of things to avoid what’s right in front of them.
Some off the cuff words, though, might get them on the right track.
Emma kind of wanted to kick herself as she heard the words come out of her mouth.
You’re a fucking idiot, Swan. Breaking it off with one guy and propositioning your best friend all in one night. Nice. Way to go.
She watched Killian war with himself, his internal debate clear on his face as he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, his thumb dragging along her jaw as he did. She searched his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was thinking, surprised that he even seemed to be considering her idiotic request.
In any other circumstance with him, this wouldn’t be a big deal. Like he said, it wasn’t anything they hadn’t done before. She knew how it would go. He’d kiss her, they would maybe take it a little further, then tomorrow everything would go back to normal. It was funny how that thought made her stomach roil. Normal would be good, right? Right.
God, he hadn’t been prepared for that. He’d been so distracted by her golden hair and solemn, intense green eyes he’d barely remembered how to function. Clearly, he hadn’t remembered how to keep his words in check, if that cringe-worthy excuse of a meeting was any indication.
It All Starts With a Dance 