captainswaan:

Requested by anonymous

Progression of Hook’s feelings for Emma (✿◠‿◠)

mia swier - favorite concert photos

then swear to me on her name….
                              i swear on  e m m a   s w a n

A Moment of Change - A Captain Swan oneshot

nothandlingit:

Description: “Your family tree will never cease to amaze me, Swan.” Captain Swan moment after Henry gets his memories back.

Words: 2280

A/N: Written for a prompt for suilestrange​. Thank you for keeping me sane when I didn’t have anything else to write. I really enjoyed this and hope you do too.

Also available on ffnet

.

.

Over the course of the past few months, he had gotten used to coming and going in her apartment as he’d pleased. When the threat looming over them was the Wicked Witch, they’d very soon found out that a locked door, even one equipped with August’s handy work, wasn’t going to keep out a damn thing.

So today, when he arrives, he pushes the door open like he would have less than a day ago and immediately regrets his decision.

Henry storms past him and up the set of stairs to his bedroom, not a moment of acknowledgement spared for the pirate. Emma chases after him a second later, her voice loud and full of regret, “Henry, please. I only wanted what was best for you.”

And the pirate feels as though he’s walked in on a very private moment.

A voice carries down from the top of the stairs, “Then you should have told me. I’m grew up knowing I was adopted. My life wasn’t perfect, but it was good.” He pauses, “It is good.”

“I just wanted you to have the happy life we had in New York for a little longer. We couldn’t bring your memories back without breaking the curse and making you believe in fairy tales was…”

He cuts her off, “Was what, mom? Too much trouble?” His voice is defiant and sure, “I was ten when I came and got you. And I was terrified of what you would think of me, of how you would react. Every possibility crossed my mind, but you accepted me because we’re family. You learned to believe and in the end you saved me.” Killian hears shuffling and assumes Emma is trying to approach her son, “You keep saying you did what you did because you wanted to protect me. But really, you’ve just made me feel unsafe in my own skin. I’m so unsure of my own memories.”

Emma’s tone is pleading, “Henry, please…”

“You know, for someone who hates lies so much that you crafted your superpower to spot them a mile away, you sure know how to spin your own.”

A door slams and a moment later Killian hears the sound of a body slump against it, the fight obviously leaving Emma as her son’s words sink in.

Henry had regained his memories less than a day ago and to say it had been rough would be the understatement of the century.

“I’m so sorry, kid,” Emma whispers against the closed door.

There’s a long pause and then, “I love you, mom. Just let me hate you a while.”

Killian can practically hear her heart breaking as Emma pushes off the door with a shaky sigh, descending the stairs and going straight to the rum sitting on the top shelf of a cabinet in the kitchen. If it weren’t for her pulling out two glasses, he might have thought she hadn’t even noticed him.

Read More

 Night will fall and the dark will rise when a good man goes to war. Demons run but count the cost; the battle’s won but the child is lost. | requested by pottersir

HOLYCASTIELS