OMG. This. You all have to read this.
Love’s Looking Good On You, by Lady Antebellum
She loves wooly sweaters, leather jackets, scented candles, and cocoa, always cocoa. An afternoon curled up with a throw blanket and a book in front of a fireplace, that’s long been her idea of perfect, not that Saviors seem to get too many of those these days.
Yes, Emma Swan has always loved warmth, going all the way back to a childhood in which she so often had to find and make her own. The comfort of it, the feeling of safety that came so easily with simply being warm, it had always soothed her.
So almost freezing to death really wasn’t her thing.
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#CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE THOUGH? #after emma laces her fingers with his #on his newly reattached hand #he can’t stop looking down at it #he can’t stop looking at them holding hands #at him holding her hands with BOTH hands #notice he’s not looking at his right hand… just his left #because all he wanted was to be able to hold her with both hands #and he IS #and he’s so HAPPY that he can #and it just makes me so emotional so see the look of utter happiness on his face just from such a simple gesture
Title: The Hat and the Heart, 6/12
Word Count: ~5500
Rating: PG-13 / Teen
Summary: Sequel to ‘The Swan-Feather Cloak’
When Princess Emma makes another deal with Rumplestiltskin, Killian Jones vows to assist her, even if it means pulling an old friend out of retirement so he can accompany her to a new realm.
If only she would tell him exactly what the deal involves.
Notes: Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Thanks to rebellestiltskin for beta-ing!
Or you can go from the beginning here
It took Killian too long to react to the sight, the image of Milah collapsing searing through his mind, the thought of losing Emma the same way too much to bear. The green woman tightened her grip on Emma’s neck and it was Emma’s pained rasp of breath that jolted him back into action. He started to dash over to her, faster than he’d ever run before, but the woman - no, the witch - released Emma to flick a hand towards him, freezing him where he stood.
Emma collapsed to her knees, her hand rising to rub at the red finger-shaped marks staining her neck, her eyes locked on him. He tried to break out of the hold the witch had him in, determined to reach Emma’s side, but it was impossible. Emma looked as terrified as he did, her face white and her eyes wide. He had only felt this useless once in his life, trapped at the mast of his sail as the Dark One ripped the heart out of the woman he loved, and he knew he wouldn’t survive it happening again.
He knew in that moment that the witch wouldn’t survive either.