A/N: Follow up to 4x04 *forever sobbing*. A flluffy follow up might happen too but for now this has angst.
She hasn’t seen Killian all day. She’s called him enough times – sighing as it rings out with no answer (and willing the ball of anxiety that lodges in her chest to dissipate).
She’s had enough going on not to full on search for him – David and Elsa at her side as they try and track down the damned Ice Witch (And she doesn’t miss his sarcasm and unhelpful comments – she does not)– but now its early evening – the sky painted with purples and pinks, sunlight striping through breaks in the clouds, slipping down towards the horizon – and she was kind of hoping she might take him up on his will you go out with me again.
(Because the memory of his smile across the dinner table, dimples flashing and his hand at the small of her back as he’d walked her home and his arms around her, fingers pressing through the material of his jacket his lips had chased hers is everything – moments tucked close to her heart as she falls asleep.)
I just want to talk about this moment here: (gif belongs to sheriffswan)
Normally Killian is the one pulling her to him, stepping into her comfort zone, besides the times they kissed. Emma usually strategically places herself a safe distance away. But here, after they had an amazing first…
I just want everyone to know how beautiful is montanarosalie inside and out, how she has to be the kindest person I have ever met, she has the biggest heart I have ever seen and she’s simply so amazing and stunning in every way.
I’m lucky to call her panda or best friend or even soulmate and she’s a gem, a sunshine in my life.
If you don’t know her you’re missing out. She’s so beautiful in and out.
I love you Montana cutie panda
AN: Thank you for the prompt, my sweet darling pea. I loved it.
Three years ago, this would not be the case.
And she has been thinking about this all day, her thoughts straying as she tried to think of something to appease the stillness of the station. It had been eerily quiet, and that is the quietness that normal people would think natural – but not in here, not in Storybrooke. A quiet like this is like the pulling back of sea water before a tidal wave hits (that, she learned the hard way). So she steels herself, strains her senses the best that she could, wants to be ready in any way, and any time when Leroy comes barging in –
Her phone had chirped at her, and a familiar name pops up, making her heart swell and sing, making her sigh.
I’m taking them out to the boat and then drop Henry off at Regina’s. Everything alright there, Swan?
She smiles and finds herself thinking this is also one of the things she didn’t think she would ever have.
She types up a quick reply, telling him she’d be home by nine (quite the overtime, but the extra hours are needed if she didn’t want to work on Saturday), and not to wait up for her. She is replied back with a photo of Henry, her pirate, and her bright-eyed, five-month old. And no, she is not jealous of their little outing. She should not have taught him how to operate a camera phone (either way, she thinks, Henry would have made sure to fill him in on the technological advances of their realm).
She laughs and saves the picture, and if her thoughts were swayed away from the dark because of it, then this thing will forever be her talisman.
The lights in the apartment are dimmed when she gets there, and she expects just as much, because even to a nocturnal little being, being out on a boat all day is exhausting – it even knocks a certain self-proclaimed sturdy pirate out cold, she thinks, as she hears soft snoring from the bedroom.
She’s also exhausted to the bone, but it disappears the moment she lays eyes on the occupants of the bed.
It’s not the most unusual sight, not at all. It’s just that… after thinking and thinking (and thinking), she finally came to the conclusion that she has always been wrong about everything. That the Savior does have a happy ending, even when it’s not the happy ending she’s ever dreamt about. This is better.
Her happy ending came as a shirtless pirate with an infant on his chest, a gentle hand curled protectively over his little back, lulled to sleep by his father’s steady breathing.
Her eyes prick with tears, and she tries to keep the silence, it’s just that a little sigh of contentment escapes her and wakes Killian up, and she watches as his eyes open slowly, his head turn towards where she’s standing by the door way.
“Hey,” he greets, a smile working its way on his lips, as if she’s been gone for so long, as if he’s glad to see her. But it’s not that that makes her chest ache as her heart tightens, no – it’s that he does this every day. And when he notices, as he always does, the tears brimming her eyes, he carefully sits up, cradles their infant boy in his arm and swings his legs down the mattress, concern replacing the joy in his eyes from a while ago. She wants it back so badly. “What’s wrong?”
It propels her legs forward because she wants to keep him there, so she’s the one who moved, the one who sat beside him, the one who rested her head on his bare shoulder. “Nothing,” she murmurs, fingers gingerly stroking the boy’s cheek, her heart fluttering as he shifts in his father’s arm. “I missed you.”
She feels him exhale a breath on the top of her head, feels him place a kiss there, and a smile there. “I missed you, too. We all did.”
She nods, feeling a tear prickle down her cheek.
“I let Liam take the wheel,” he says against her hair, a tone of pride not to be mistaken in his voice, and she laughs a little at the vision of him letting this little boy grip the handles of a boat’s wheel, turning it to a direction that is not their course.
“Yeah?” she responds, and it’s hard to mask the grin from her voice, not when his left arm is around her back, pulling her closer as he hums a breath. “Tell me more.”
He does so. His quiet voice lulling her to sleep as well, and she dreams of light glittering from the sun to the sea, and into her eyes, dreams of young blue eyes, laughter, and a warmth in her chest that she hasn’t felt in a long time.
And she wakes up feeling the lightest she has ever felt in ages.
Here, have a close up. *throws confetti* Here, have two. *throws more confetti*
YO! PEOPLE OF THE CS FANDOM, WE NEED THIS TO BE AT 40K BY NEXT SUNDAY, THINK WE CAN DO THAT?
We can totally do this!
Let’s do it!
40K you say! LETSSSSDOOOODISSSS
I reblog everytime this appears on my dash… showed up twice just now…. OOPS I GUESS I WILL HAVE TO REBLOG AGAIN
DO IT DO IT DO IT
Tbh I feel like saying you want s1 Emma back is a bit like saying you want Harry Potter to go back in the cupboard. You know, back to before he discovered that there was more to the world and more to himself and that there were people and a place where he could belong and be happy.
Well you know Emma should be an ER in order to be canon for some people ~
THE DANGER TWINS
Emma has the worst taste in significant others (wait this is an important question IS THERE A SHIP NAME FOR THIS i have ono clu e)
(im working i swear)
Just no. That quote is pretty well known in the OUAT fandom as one from a Swan Queen fanfiction. Don’t use it (without permission, I might add) to try and make this seriously worrisome pairing cute.
This is the last time I will address this… first of all I don’t read SQ fanfiction, I don’t even browse the sq tag, I wan’t nothing to do with the sq fandom, I wasn’t aware the sq fandom had bought the rights for ACTUAL WORDS IN THE DICTIONARY AND EXPRESSIONS PEOPLE USE ON A DAILY BASIS OMG THIS IS SO NEW TO ME please do sue me for copyright infringement… and lastly please get your hateful comment the hell out of my gifset, which was was properly tagged.
Oh man I didn’t know we had to pay attention at what was written on fanfiction while giffing and have a general knowledge of the ff world and especially know what was made in crackship land
I love that some people (you know the ones) are trying to use what Killian said about Emma finding him more irresistible after a few drinks against him. What’s the difference between that and Han Solo saying this to Princess Leia:
"I just think you can’t bear to let a…