How about a Captain Swan fanfiction in which Killian and Emma are stranded on the Jolly Roger together
"Great!" Emma had allowed Hook to take her out on his boat, they'd been having a great day until Hook had kissed her and the boat had hit some rocks.
"Can't you use your calling phone to get help?"
"It'll take ages for them to get out here, I don't even know anyone else who can sail," they could end up stuck out here for hours, which would be nice if it wasn't so cold.
"Geppetto?" Hook offers.
"Yes, let's ask the man who sailed once and got eaten by a whale." But when Emma turns to glare at Hook he has a smug grin on his face and she knows he was joking.
"What do we do in the mean time?" He asks.
"Good question." Emma isn't one to relax, particularly not when something needs doing - the trouble is there's nothing she can do. She can't make help get here faster and she can't get herself free from the boat, "let's try and relax. You brought a picnic right?"
"I did love." He uses his hook to hold a basket up to show her, "I asked your Mother to make the basket." He pauses and looks a little sheepish, "she kind of took it from me when she realised it was filled with rum."
"Now," Emma points at him, "that is my kind of basket."
He chuckles softly, dropping the basket he hooks his hook into her belt loop and tugs her close. He kisses her softly. His stubble scratches her chin and she kind of likes it.
They pull apart and with their backs against the door to the captain's quarters, open the picnic basket to find out what Mary Margaret packed for them.
"Your mother really goes all out." Hook laughs as she pulls out sandwiches and salad and puddings and various other delicious looking foods.
They eat and eat but still only make it through half the food, as they eat they talk and laugh, soon Hook leans against Emma's shoulder and falls asleep. He looks adorable, like a little puppy and she stands up and gives him a kiss on the fore head.
Emma starts to shiver, it's getting late. Knowing how protective Hook is of his leathers she sets out to find a fireplace.
She wanders round the ship and comes across a fireplace in Hook's quarters, she lights the fire, takes off her jacket and shoes and climbs into his bed, she curls up under the covers and prays someone will be here soon.
She loves Hook but she needs to get back - she's the Sheriff.
The next morning she's woken by birds singing outside, she rolls over to see Hook's face inches from hers.
She yells out, his eyes shoot open and he falls out the bed.
She laughs and he stands up.
"Morning," she sighs sleepily. He climbs back into the bed next to her.
"Hi." He wraps himself round her, before getting in he appears to have removed his coat and jackets.
"We should get ready, someone could be here to rescue us at any moment." Hook leans into her, tilting his head so they're as close as they can get.
"Rescuing you is my job." He kisses her but she pulls away and smiles.
"I thought it was my job, Goat Milk." She teases.
His smiles calls from his face but she laughs and his face softens.
They both get re-clothed and head up to the deck.
"What's for breakfast, love?" Hook asks, coming up behind Emma and wrapping his hands around her waist.
"It's left over sandwiches and brownies." She squirms away and says, "I'll call home, see if they've worked anything out yet."
She walks away and he watches her.
A smile creeps it's way onto his face and he feels 16 again, falling head over heels for a girl who makes his heart do backflips.
The blonde of her hair.
The beauty of her smile.
The way you have to force a laugh out of her and when it comes it's it's own form of magic.
The way that just thinking about her makes his heart feel like it's being crushed but for some reason he never wanted to not be looking at her.
She comes back to him and he pulls her in to him.
"Emma Swann. I, Killian, am truly and fully in love with you."
And they kiss.
Sparks go off.
Fireworks fly.
Hook wants this moment to never end.
He wants to pause this, right here, forever.
Because, God, this makes all of the things that have happened in his life seem completely insignificant and pointless because she is so-
And he is so lucky to be with her.
But the next thing he knows they hear a laugh and an awkward cough and pull apart to see Mr and Mrs Charming standing.
Mary Margaret with a knowing smile on her face and David, well, not so much.
Hook leans in and whispers to Emma, "your beauty blinds me love, blinds me."
A/N sorry it's taken so long to update I've been in a major low and it's taking me a while to recover.