Captain Swan One-shots

Stronger

This is something like a sequel to my other one-shot "My Love Is A Weapon" but this can be read as a one-shot without reading that other one-shot just as you can read that without reading this. :D

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He was in the middle of the street, the cold harsh wind blowing against his flapping leather jacket, the street lamp above him flickering until it fizzed out, the road empty and cold as his heart.

It was dark.

Suddenly the wind grew stronger and stronger he had to shield his eyes with his arms. Then it just stopped as if something was shielding him from the wind. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't alone anymore. Standing there was a woman with black hair whose face he knew so well.

Milah.

He didn't know what to feel. It was like his heart was happy to see his first love once again, yet he felt guilty as if he was doing something dishonorable. He was relieved and happy to be able to see her face once more. It also made him realize how it had been since the last time he properly thought about her. He realized how he even almost forgot their first kiss on the deck of his ship under the stars when she confessed her feelings to him.

Now she was standing in front of him, the sides of her eyes crinkling as she smiled at him. That smile that used to make his heart churn. That smile that used to make his heart jump out of his chest. That smile that used to make him smile. Suddenly, her eyes widened, her whole body lunged forward and she was standing right in front of him, her face pale and eyes wide in fear. Then blood started to trickle down her mouth as something came out of her chest. A hand.

He wanted to shout. He wanted to move. He wanted somehow save her. But he couldn't as if there were invisible chains on his body. All he could do was watch as her eyes stared at him, slowly losing life, as her body started to fade, showing the man behind her death.

Rumplestiltskin.

He could hear blood pumping in his ears as his heart burst in anger at the monster standing in front of him with a smirk on his ugly face. His outstretched hand covered in blood dripping on the concrete ground where Milah was standing moments ago.

It infuriated him how he was powerless to do anything to avenge Milah's death. By the hands of her own husband. Who would ever do such a thing? A monster. That was what he was. That was what he would ever be. A cowardly monster who would do anything, absolutely anything, just to get his way.

Suddenly, his hand grew heavy. He felt a long sheet of cold and hard. He didn't even have to look. He knew what it was. The dagger. All of a sudden he lifted his hand with the dagger. It wasn't him. It was as if his body had a mind of its own, moving his legs and arms. Then his hand lunged forward. The next second the ugly face of the Crocodile was mere inches from his face. His skin started to lose color returning to its usual color before turning pale and blue. His eyes slowly lost its darkness, slowly darkening. Then he felt something wet covering his hand. He looked down. Blood. The blood of the man who killed his first love was dripping from his body with the dagger buried deep in his stomach.

Victorious. He felt victorious. Finally, he had avenged Milah's death. When he lifted his head, vertigo hit him, swirling the place around him, making the Crocodile's pale face swim around his mind in a blurry haze. In the dark dizziness of his mind, something glowed. Something bright. Something yellow. When his vision cleared, his body froze, his stomach dropped, his lips trembled, his heart almost stopped in his chest in fear. His heart was beating loudly in his ears.

Emma.

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