CaptainSwan One-Shots

Imagination

Prompt: Based off of Shawn Mendes' song, Imagination. Set during the season 3 finale. That's all I'm gonna say about this one.

Angst/Fluff/Smut/Other: Angst and possibly Fluff?
(I'm sorry I write so much angst, but I just can't stray away from it. Each time I get a story idea, it's almost always a sad one.)

POV: First Person/Killian

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I awake from my slumber with an ache in my neck. Logs aren't the best pillows, but for right now, it's the best we got. Or maybe I should just stick to the grass as a temporary bed and pillow all together because this pain isn't pleasant whatsoever.

I slowly sit up and all I see is Emma's head while the rest of her body is behind a curtain or towel of some sort hanging on a string between two trees.

Once she's fully changed, she's goes to where our fire was set up last night to clean up, not wanting to leave a trail of any type to possibly make us noticeable.

"Oh there she goes again," I mumble under my breath. Every morning it's the same. We get ready to somehow get back to Storybrooke.

In all honesty, I don't wanna go back. With it just being us two, I'm able to get to know her better, just the both of us. No distractions.

But every day, it's the same bloody reminder of how she doesn't feel the same. That kiss truely was a one time thing because after this she's headed back to New York.

I snap back to reality and watch her clean up. She doesn't know I'm awake, which is good because I can admire her beauty in silence & awe in peace.

She walks around the area, slowly but surely tidying it up. I wanna call out her name. I want to tell her how beautiful she is whenever she does literally anything. I want to tell her how gorgeous she is from where I'm sitting right now.

With all my feelings crawling to the surface, I can't help but think of what we could be.

I keep craving her. Not like that. But to just be with her. I wanna know what it feels like to go to sleep with her in my arms, to comfort her when she's feeling down, to give her sweet kisses every morning, to make her feel loved. She doesn't know it, but it's true.

But I just can't get my mouth to say the words I want to say to her.

This is typical of love. It's always one sided.

I think back to a quote I heard long ago, "And Karma said, 'You will love someone who doesn't love you back for not loving someone who did.'"

I wonder if anyone really did love me that I had no idea about. I think about it & laugh because who could really love someone like me?

Everyone's right. I'm just a one-handed pirate with a drinking problem.

And even though that's all I am and she won't ever feel the same, I can't wait anymore. I won't wait.

I need to tell her how I feel when I imagine us together forever, but it's all in my dreams. Her & I.

We could be everything we wanna be. I mean she's the daughter of Snow White & Prince Charming & I'm Captain Hook. I have a hook for a hand & she has the lightest magic of all.

Once we get back to Storybrooke, we could get our own place. A big house with a beautiful view of the ocean. Ooh, & a white picket fence.

I would wake up every morning & make her breakfast in bed, once she teaches me how to use all the crazy contraptions her land has. I would walk with her to the station every day & never let harm come her way. I'd be a good man to her... if she would just let me.