Prompt: Killian likes Emma. Emma likes Killian. But the romance is cheated when they both don't have the nerve to finally just... talk. So, they admire from afar. Captain Swan AU. Multiple-drabble fic. Updated about every two days.

(A/N: Hullo guys! :D This new story I wrote literally the day I thought about the idea is here for you little munchkins to read! I'm really excited to write this, and, to anyone reading Happy Endings (another OUAT story I proudly wrote), no, I am NOT going on with it. But keep in mind, I am going to, in the future, write little stories and stuff whilst writing another occasionally. So...

BE PREPAAAAAAAARED~

(Ah, movie references. *wipes stray laughing tear from eye* Classic.)

One drabble every two days, btw! Don't forget!

You guys remember Hook watching over Emma in season 3? Yeah, my idea sorta comes from that point of view. I really loved his expression of care and compassion, and *hopefully* love in his eyes, like it's his true responsibility to look after her, even though he had to restrain himself. I think it comes naturally for Killian, as a person, to love people so much (as seen in scenes with Liam dying *becoming a deadly pirate for his love for his brother* and protecting Milah in vain when she dies *damn trying to avenge her for 300+ years!*), and I admire that in a person.

With Emma, I want her to, no offense, work harder for the relationship, even though it looks like she is trying a bit harder this season, which, of course, is great! (SPOIER ALERT AHEAD) It's exciting to know that the producers are planning to let her do so for season 4, ESPECIALLY with Hook's heart being ripped out. My heart was being torn to shreds when I heard those rumours that he might die (from websites like EW). LIKE EFFING NO HE ISN'T. But if he does I'm going to seriously shank Horowitz and Kitsis. You're free to join me.

Well, enough talk from me. :P Let's just get on to the story now...

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Looking After You

How interesting a person she was.

Killian watched intently as the pretty lass practically pranced away in the deep green grass of the park. He was trying to get himself to see just how beautiful today was in Storybrooke, but he was so distracted by something he felt was, perhaps, more beautiful in front of him than just his surroundings.

He knew it was strange - abnormal, even - to admire such a person when... you didn't even know them. He didn't know, perhaps she was a prissy little mean girl like many of the others in his school were, but he just couldn't stamp out that feeling that that prediction was incorrect. Because there was so much wonder and innocence and so much brightness in those big, emerald green eyes, that Milah just didn't have in her dull blue ones. Killian knew it wasn't right, comparing her to other women like so, but it seemed it wasn't to be helped.

It was because... she looked different. In the good way.

He began to unconsciously dog-ear his copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, biting his lip in thought. Looking behind him, he saw the dark, burnished colour of brown of tree bark of the leafy tree he was leaning against only seconds before. But within that brown he saw her cute copper belt which was secure around her waist. Looking up, Killian saw an luscious red apple, lonely within the jade leaves and pointy branches among it, making him think of her mouth and lips, smiling and laughing among the sea of green grass, with rare patches of dirt all around.

He saw her, her, her everywhere.

A male voice called out to the beautiful woman, and she ran out of the park's lovely greenery, only to run back and pick up a single dandelion before running again and out of his life, wisps of golden hair in tow.

Killian sighed and returned to Chapter Fourteen: Felix Felicis. Damn him if he didn't want that right now.

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(A/N: Yeah, that was a bigger type of drabble for sure, but I think you would've liked it!

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~ Looking After You ~