A collection of Captainswan One-shots and two-shots that I've written. Everything from happy, adorable fluff to painful nightmares. Enjoy!
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Summary: What if Emma had never turned Killian into another Dark One after death? What if it had all ended sooner, quicker, and easier? It has been tried and tested time and time again that True Love's kiss can break any curse, but for Emma Swan it seems not to be the case. Or is it? Maybe it's simply finding the right moment in time, the right frame of mind, and the ability to let someone in.
Set during the beginning of season 5, an alternate breaking of the darkness inside Emma, bringing Savior Emma back without turning Killian into another Dark One. Completely and unabashedly AU.
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The black leather pants and long black jacket with a tall collar suited her, Emma thought smugly, giving her reflection a sly smirk as she admired herself in the full length mirror. She remembered how a mere two months ago she'd been lamenting how she was the Dark One, fighting the dark magic with every ounce of her self-control and kissing Killian in hopes of breaking the curse. But it wasn't true love, which saddened her blackening heart. She had hoped that even after she willingly went dark, that at least Killian Jones of all people would accept the new and improved Emma Swan.
Tilting her head now, lifting her eyes from her legs up to her silvery/gray tied back hair, she smiled a sincere, wicked smile. She looked great and wasn't afraid to admit it. She wore much less makeup now, not concerned with the look of her eyes, much more the dramatic menace of her presence. She wanted everyone in this pitiful little town to fear her and to be punished for what they'd done to her. Except for Killian, he hadn't done anything. And besides, she still loved him just as much as she had proclaimed before taking the darkness from Regina and into herself, hoping to save everyone in the town and especially Regina. How she ever wanted to save the Evil Queen from this path was beyond her; being the Dark One had so many perks.
"You can come in you know," Emma said, turning her head to cast a glance at the doorway of her bedroom, still smiling as she saw Killian standing there with his clenched jaw and usual disappointed look on his handsome face.
"Didn't want to step on your moment, love. You know, staring at yourself." At least his sense of humor hadn't disappeared with his smile.
"But don't you agree I look better than I ever did with that red jacket and brown boots?" Emma asked, turning towards him and taking a few steps forward. "Black suits me, don't you think? It definitely suits you," She was by his side in a flash, running a finger along his jaw, her eyes latched onto his.
She saw his jaw clench incrementally tighter, feeling him trying not to be swayed by her closeness. "While I agree that black looks ravishing on me, Dark One, I prefer the original look and the sincere smile." His mouth quirked up in a flash of a smirk, and his brooding blue eyes darting down to her dark red lips for only a moment before he stepped back and lifted his gaze to hers again.
