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Once Upon a Captain Swan

Fiction, art work and merchandise inspired by Emma Swan and Killian Jones, Captain Swan.

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Rum and Cocoa<br />

Emma can't see the time when she wakes up, but she knows it is too early. Way too<br />

early to be up, even if you’re an old-fashioned pirate still thoroughly entrenched in the<br />

notion that the day starts with the rising sun.<br />

Only, when she rolls over, bent on curling up against said old-fashioned pirate, he isn't<br />

there.<br />

Ignoring the slight speeding up of her heart, she pushes up onto her elbows, shoving<br />

her hair out of her face. Cool, blue numbers glare the time at her. 2:34. Not even close<br />

to the hour Killian usually rolls out of bed to...do whatever he does before she gets up<br />

and they start puttering around the kitchen together, fixing breakfast and coffee.<br />

Her pulse kicks up another notch, but she clamps down on the feeling with sheer logic.<br />

There are a number of reasons Killian might be up. She lists those reasons one after<br />

another as she slides out of bed, grabbing a pair of pajama pants from the back of a<br />

chair and slipping them on underneath her oversized t-shirt. It wouldn’t be the first time<br />

she found both her boys chatting downstairs over hot cocoa and Totinos.<br />

She only finds Killian, an elbow propped on each knee and a mug of something in his<br />

hand. He stares at the TV, though the screen is dark.<br />

"Hey," she says, leaning against the railing. "That thing's a lot more interesting when it's<br />

on."<br />

Killian starts, which is her first—well, second—clue that something is up. He always<br />

knows when she's there. He sets the mug down on the coffee table, rubbing his hands<br />

across his eyes as he turns to her.<br />

"Everything alright, love?" he asks.<br />

"Yeah," Emma says, padding across the floor. "I just woke up and you weren't there."<br />

He lifts his arm, curling it around her waist, apology written on his upturned face. "I'm<br />

sorry."<br />

"It's alright." She leans down, kissing his forehead so he knows all is forgiven. Sitting<br />

next to him, she leans her head against his shoulder, her hand going to his heart<br />

despite the fact that she wasn’t going to act all clingy. She clears her throat. This isn't<br />

about her lingering issues. "What's up?"<br />

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