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Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) - CS Werewolf AU - Ch 23

Title: Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) by @artistic-writer artwork by @cocohook38 & @artistic-writer

Rating: E (overall rating) for explicit sexual content, language and themes throughout. Trigger warnings will follow and be added as they are needed to avoid spoilers.

Art by @cocohook38 - Poster - Emma - David - Killian - James - Walsh - Graham - Liam - Brennan - Ruby

Chapter Art by @cocohook38 - Ch1 - Ch2 - Ch3 - Ch4 (NSFW) - Ch5

Art by @artistic-writer - 1 - 2 - 3 -

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Here is the penultimate chapter of Werewolf! Thank you all for coming on this journey with me, especially those of you who have encouraged me so much along the way. There is another art to post, but I am unfortunately not in the right place to do so (it’s saved on another computer) so that will be posted tomorrow with a reblog. I have also been sick all week, and not been able to complete ch 24, so i am aplogising in advance if there is a delay with the ending, especially as I have left this one on a cliff hanger.

Massive thanks to my wonderful betas, @hookedonapirate who is one of the best beta’s this fandom has to offer - I seriously love her guys, and she deserves all the good things <3 <3 and @kmomof4 to whom this fic is also gifted for her birthday and for creating the @cssnsThank you to my crew, @hollyethecurious @resident-of-storybrooke @courtorderedcake @doodlelolly0910 and special thanks to @killian-whump @killianmesmalls and @sherlockianwhovian for how they helped with the last few chapters. And to @flipperbrain who drew THIS piece of art for this fic in December, before it was even written!

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“What are they doing?” Graham asked quietly, his voice barely audible.

David was at the window, peeking through a gap in the curtains, but he had seen all he needed to see. The barrage of werewolves on his land was a real threat, fanning out in human form around a single truck that David knew held his brother. James was dramatic, he always had been, and he would be the last wolf to appear.

“Awaiting orders,” David mumbled, watching the array of wolves with a narrowed stare. His breath fogged the glass in front of his face as he spoke, clouding his view of the attackers.

They were organized and methodical, moving into position like they had been practising for years. David heaved a sigh at the thought. Knowing his brother, these wolves had probably been conditioned to the highest degree, beaten until they were unable to take any more and then made to take more. James was pure hatred and in his world, only the strongest survived.

David wasn’t sure how many wolves had lost their lives at the hands of James. The only one thing he knew for certain was that they had.

“Speaking of,” Graham interrupted his thoughts with a gentle hand on his Alpha’s shoulder. “We have wolves ready throughout the grounds, inside and outside the house. Will is awaiting my next instruction.”

“Will is here?” Emma asked, almost a little too excitedly.

“Who is Will?” Killian added gruffly, a darkness to his voice that had David staring directly at him. The Alpha cocked his head sideways and looked at his newest pack member.

Killian looked at Emma and the blue of his eyes had turned grey, taking on a coal like darkness that echoed the clench of his jaw. She matched his stare, green eyes boring into his, the silent conversation between them of assurances not going unnoticed by their Alpha. Emma was telling him it was okay, that she would explain everything, but Killian only had rage in his eyes.

“Something I should know?” David prompted them, interrupting their stare.

Graham looked to Emma, who gave him a sideways glance, not committing to the full act of looking at him. He had no idea that mentioning Will would cause this sort of reaction of her mate, and he looked to Killian nervously. The only other wolf he had ever seen with the same sort of look was James.

“Answer your Alpha,” Graham insisted, nudging Killian with his elbow.

“We don’t have time for this,” Emma said impatiently.

David silenced her with a wave of his hand, moving across the room towards Killian. He took him in, Killian’s stance closed and aggressive, shoulders hunched and stiff from tension. He was angry, but David couldn’t tell why. His scent had changed, a more masculine scent than before invading the space between them as David approached him and shook him from his fury with a slight nudge.

“Killian?” David spoke quietly and calmly, and Killian blinked a few times, clearing his red blurred vision. David looked at him, a mixture of fear and apology in Killian’s eyes after the inner wolf, so full of bloodlust, had subsided. A blush crept over his cheeks and Killian licked his lips nervously, averting his gaze as David reached out and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” Killian stuttered nervously. “I’m not...I don’t-”

“Will is Graham’s beta,” David assured him kindly. “He is no threat, I promise you. I know it’s hard, all these terms and new rules that you’ve never heard before.” Killian nodded a little. “We can help you tame it, Killian. I know the inner wolf so eagerly craves blood, and we have all struggled.”

Killian’s eyes went wide with shock, and despite all his warnings, he stared David directly in the eye. There was no challenge, and David knew that; he was not threatened a single bit by the half-wolf in front of him.

“Your whole life is about to change. You are going to feel things you never have before, and some will be confusing,” David told him with a warm smile. “Being a wolf takes more than being a man-”

“With all due respect, sir,” Killian interrupted sheepishly, “being half man makes me a better wolf.”

Killian had the drive and the tenacity that made only a few wolves great, but he also harboured a darkness David had seen within his brother. James was taught the ways, shown the path, and despite his father’s encouragement, had been overtaken with the desire to kill once he spilt blood. Killian needed a gentle hand to guide him into pack order, and Misthaven was where he would find it.

“Maybe,” David agreed with a nod. “In time, and with Emma’s love, you will be a better wolf than me.”

David could see the flash of fear in Killian’s eyes, behind the bravado, the love for his daughter shining above all else. David had seen that before too, in his own reflection, his love for Mary Margaret lighting his journey and taming his own darkness, shaping him into the wolf he was today. Every wolf had the ability to become encumbered by the blackness in their hearts, but not every wolf had the chance to shine a light on it.

Emma was Killian’s light, David could see that now, and he just needed the right pack to guide him the rest of the way.

“You are strong and fierce, Killian. More wolf than human, I’d say. Do you think, just for a little while, the wolf my daughter loves can help us protect our home?” David gave Killian a warm smile, patting him on the back like an old friend and Killian felt his entire body relax.

“Yes, sir.” Killian smirked. “I can certainly try.”

“Good,” David nodded before turning to Graham with a much sterner face. “Emma, go to Will. Protect the rear. Killian, Graham, you come with me,” David demanded, the sound of his wolves rousing throughout the old house. “This is my home as long as I am breathing. Graham, you see to Walsh. That snivelling mutt needs to know his place.”

“Above or below ground?” Graham snarled, his nostrils flaring.

“You decide,” David rasped darkly. “Killian, you think you can think clearly enough to fight with me?”

“Like my life depended on it,” Killian said faithfully.

“It might,” David sighed. “I’m sorry, but it just might.”

James stepped from the truck, the old leather seat squeaking under his weight as he slid from his place behind the wheel. There was a light dew hanging just above the ground all around Misthaven. It was coated with the scent of wolves, mostly male, but between the droplets of moisture, James could detect the scent of his niece. She was no longer in heat, he could smell that, but she was scared, her fear evident in the air.

“She’s here,” James growled on a long inhale, turning to meet the gaze of his beta at his side.

“I smell her too,” Walsh agreed with a nod, the inside of his mouth becoming wet with saliva. Emma’s scent was new, freshly laid across the ground and a nearby truck that reeked of the Misthaven beta, Graham Humbert. There was another scent Walsh could detect, one he would never forget as long as he was alive. He ground his jaw impatiently, fists balling at his sides. “The mongrel is here too,” he spat, lips curling as he focused on the house.

James whipped his head to the house once more, an eyebrow rising on his forehead. “The mongrel? Now that is interesting,” he muttered to himself.

“Maybe he is dead already,” Felix offered, the Neverland pack member appearing next to James. Even though he had no visible injuries from his alleyway fight with Killian, his ego was still bruised from the way Killian had grinned a blood stained smile in his face.

“If he isn’t, he soon will be,” Walsh ground out, shooting his comrade a glance whilst fingering the scar tissue on his neck.

“Enough!” James barked, looking between the two wolves on either side of him. “This isn't the time to be caught up in petty revenge,” he growled, pointing first to Felix and then to Walsh with a menacing finger. “Look where that got you last time.”

Walsh looked to the ground, his toes curling in his boots. He didn’t have to look at James to know that his Alpha was still disappointed in him, but he could redeem himself. It was either that or his life would be snuffed out before he had time to blink. James was ruthless. The years Walsh had spent at his side would mean nothing to James if he stopped him from taking Misthaven from David.

“Take half the men and flank right,” James told Felix, nodding towards the back of the house. “Stop anyone that gets in your way.”

Felix nodded eagerly, silently signalling a handful of werewolves to follow him as they slipped into the darkness beside the house and around the back. They were silent, and as big as they were, they tread silently across the driveway and scaled the fences with ease. When they were gone, Walsh let out a breath, the skin on his forearms standing to attention in the sleeves of his jacket as a ripple of excitement passed over his skin.

“This is going to be fun,” he sneered, all but rubbing his hands together.

“Attack!” James called out, ignoring his beta, his voice echoing through the nearby trees. A bird flew off from its perch, calling out it's warning as it took flight, wings hitting branches as it escaped the confines of the brush.

The wave of werewolves behind them rushed forward, barging shoulders with each other as they let out an almighty roar, their voices carried across the land like the rumble of a huge engine. James led the charge, Walsh at his side, feet sliding on the gravel beneath their feet as they ran up the driveway that led straight to the huge doors of the house.

“Will!” Emma called out, rushing through the hall and into the huge, farmhouse style kitchen at the back of the old house. She slid to a stop just in front of the huge island counter, the flash of black in Will’s eyes as he gave her a quick glance telling her he knew what she was about to say.

“They’re coming over the fences!” he said quickly, pointing left and then right. “Come on!” He motioned Emma to follow him, yanking the door open and rushing out onto the slippery grass behind the house.

Emma followed, quick to take instruction from Graham’s beta. Will Scarlett was another loyal pack member, another stray that David and Mary Margaret had taken in when his family had abandoned him. He was a few years younger than Emma but had struck up a firm relationship with Graham when they were teens. Now, adults, Will answered to Graham as his second-in-command.

Misthaven was like any other pack in terms of hierarchy, with an Alpha at the forefront, leading the pack in everyday scenarios as well as political decisions. His second-in-command would be a beta, in Misthaven’s case Graham Humbert, who in turn would have his own beta. Will Scarlett was Graham’s beta, and as such, a high ranking member of the Misthaven pack, so Emma fell into line immediately, following his orders.

Out in the open yard they were bombarded, five burly looking werewolves in human form rushing towards them whilst the one known as Felix followed up the rear. Emma spied him instantly, recognising him from the alleyway where Killian was taken, and caught his gaze with her stare. He sneered, lips curving back across his teeth in a grimace that made her feel sick to her stomach.

“You take the stragglers,” Emma whispered to Will. “The big guy is mine.”

Will didn’t have time to object before he was pushed out of the way by Emma, her eyes fixed on Felix with an aggressive stare. Her feet carried her across the grass, dodging a few of the Neverland wolves, the point of her elbow connecting with Felix’s jaw as she jumped through the air with a roar. He recoiled back, his forward momentum causing his jaw to slide sideways and out of place, his hand immediately clutching the offending joint as he fell to the ground.

Emma skidded to a stop, turning to face the brute with a wicked grin. Felix snapped his head towards her, a growl escaping his throat as he grunted in frustration. His mouth tasted coppery, the blood from his gums coating his tongue, and with a curl of his lips, Felix spat a mixture of blood and saliva to the ground.

“You don’t look so tough,” Felix grunted, shaking his head at her and pushing himself to his feet. He rushed her again, but Emma parried left, spinning on her heel and righting her stance immediately in case he was quicker than her. He wasn’t, his weight not on his side as it carried him passed her, and Emma sent a kick right into his back. Felix howled, arching his back into the pain as he fell to his knees.

“How do I look now?” Emma smirked.

Felix scrambled to his feet, charging her once more, his jaw clenched tight as he ignored the pain that still throbbed through it. Emma was ready, blocking blow after blow as they sparred, Felix’s clenched fist finally connecting with her face. He grinned triumphantly, snorting through his nose, and Emma dabbed the split in her lip.

“Oh,” Felix taunted, heaving a breath. “Did that hurt, princess?”

Emma grit her teeth, inspecting her fingertips for blood, the crimson fluid coating her skin. She growled under her breath and licked the cut, the tang of copper coating her taste buds.

“Not as much as this is going to!” Emma roared, rushing for the brute once more.

Felix let out a cry, and Emma dodged him again. She was smaller than him, more nimble and she landed another elbow to the back of his neck. He cried out, clutching the back of his head and narrowing his eyes at her as he winced in pain. Emma smiled, mirroring the one Killian had given Felix in the alleyway, and it made him boil with rage. Felix let out an anguished cry, tearing the jacket from his back and falling to all fours with a groan.

Emma watched in disbelief as Felix changed, his hands clutching at the ground before turning into paws and his spine growing longer as he stretched into wolf form. His clothes ripped from his body and Emma was met with the sight of his wolf, the huge, black tipped grey hairs of his pelt bristling along his back. Felix lifted his head after his transformation, a low growl in the back of his throat as his green eyes darkened and fixed on his prey.

“Oh, shit!” Emma gasped, a hot flush of panic rippling over her flesh. She turned tail and ran, heading back towards the house as Felix gave chase, snarling and snapping at her heels. She ran into the house through the kitchen door and turned, pushing the heavy wooden door as hard as she could, but the weight of the wolf pursuing her crashed into it and sent her flying across the kitchen.

Emma hit the wall, crashing into her mother’s display of patterned plates, and overturning the table in the process. There was a huge crashing sound, bits of the broken ceramics raining down on her as she winced from a pain that shot through her ribs. One was definitely broken, maybe two, and she clutched her side in agony, boots scuffing the dusty, wooden floorboards as she scrambled for cover behind the fallen farmhouse table. A shard of a plate had sliced her face, but Emma ignored the dripping wound when Felix’s growl roused her once more.

The wolf was in the house, the door swinging shut behind him keeping Will outside. Emma heard him sniff the air, tongue licking at his chops as he sought her out. She knew he could smell her, and it was only a matter of time before he realised she was so close and injured. Emma glanced around, finding only a huge shard of the broken crockery and clutched it in her hand.

The sound of Felix’s claws on the floor drew nearer, and Emma could even hear the drops of his drool hitting the floor as they spilt from his maw. He growled low, a warning most likely, and Emma clutched the broken bird covered porcelain harder, the jagged edge tearing into the fingers of her skin and palm. With a bark of excitement, Felix leapt onto the edge of the upturned table, looming over her and Emma cried out in surprise.

The wolf snapped its jaws, lips upturned in a menacing snarl, fangs dripping with saliva as it growled, green eyes aglow with hatred. Emma squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her arm, broken plate piece ready to strike but then, out of nowhere, the sound of cast iron hitting bone echoed through the kitchen and Felix slumped to the ground, limp and lifeless. The hollow vibration rang out again, and again, and Emma peeled her eyes open to see her mother straightening her stance and wiping specks of blood from her pale face.

“Mom?” Emma asked, her voice high pitched.

“Hush,” barked Snow, eyeing the wolf carcass now slumped over her kitchen table. She huffed, annoyed. “If your father thinks I am going to hide away in some panic room whilst my daughter gets mauled by a Neverland wolf, he has another thing coming.”

Snow extended her hand to her daughter, smiling warmly as Emma clutched her limb and was pulled upright. Emma groaned in pain as she stood, the feel of bone crunching against bone inside her torso and the sting of her cut cheek as it reopened making her hiss. Snow looked her over, concern etched on her face, but Emma gave her a reassuring nod.

“I’m fine, mom,” she insisted but Snow was unconvinced, just about to object when Will came crashing through the back door.

He was bloodied, a swollen lip and a cut under his eyes, but somehow Emma could still see the red tint of a blush when he realised Snow had caught him inside the house with dirty boots and clothes on. She gave him a frown, hands on hips as she motioned to his mud clad footwear with a glare, just like when he was a child.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Nolan,” Will stammered quickly, out of breath from his fight. “I’ll clean up, I promise.”

“Yes, you will,” Snow chastised him playfully. “But not before you go help my husband.” Snow pointed to the hall, giving Will the silent go ahead. He nodded, rushing off through the doorway as Emma collapsed against her mother once more.

Will bounded up the huge staircase three steps at a time, grabbing the rail and pulling his weight with each step. He breathed heavily, already half exhausted from his fight with the straggling wolves outside, but the sound of his Alpha in a fight made him ignore the burning in his lungs and continue on to his goal. At the top of the stairs he saw Graham, engaged in a fist fight with James and from the look of things, gaining the upper hand.

The Neverland Alpha was strong, and he fought back, countering each of Graham’s blows with one of his own. The men exchanged blows so furiously quick, Will had a hard time keeping track, but he heard the unmistakable sound of teeth breaking loose from James’ jaw as Graham landed a backhanded punch to the older wolf’s face. James stumbled backwards, giving Graham pause, and the Neverland Alpha looked back at him slowly, a dark, narrow stare as he spit blood out onto the floor between them.

“My brother chose a fine Beta in you, Humbert,” James said darkly, licking at a split in his lower lip. He rearranged his jaw again, spitting out a tooth which hit the floor and sounded like a dice rolling across the wooden boards. “Ever considered a darker career path?”

“Not in a million years,” Graham spat disgustedly, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

“Ah, that’s right,” James said snidely. “You can’t, what with your human and mongrel child.”

Graham ground his jaw, fists balling at his sides. He hunched his shoulders, staring down the Alpha who dared threaten his family. He didn’t know how James knew, and he didn’t want to know, but what he did want was the man in front of him dead. Anger fuelled his already tired body and Graham lunged forward, teeth bared and his lungs expelling a cry of rage.

“Graham, no!” Will screamed, the thickness of his accent rolling his tongue around the name.

Graham didn’t listen, following through his action and grabbing James by the shoulders. The men stumbled backwards, Graham’s weight atop James as they rolled to the floor. James threw a punch upward, colliding with Graham’s jaw, but the beta didn’t falter, stiffening his neck to absorb the blow. James lifted his knee, tossing Graham over his head in one motion that sent the beta sprawled out behind him towards the end of the hall.

“You’d better get me, boy!” James taunted, pushing himself to his feet and motioning Graham to him with a flick of his fingers. “Before I get to that pretty human of yours.”

Graham jumped to his feet, barely giving himself a chance to shake off his fall when he charged James again. The Neverland alpha grinned a bloody smile, digging his hand behind his back to grip at the handle of a knife sheathed on his belt. As Graham got closer, James took up stance, half squatting on the spot, bouncing on the balls of his feet ready to move. As Graham reached him, James dodged sideways, pulling his knife free and plunging it into Graham’s shoulder as he passed him.

Graham cried out, falling to the floor with a thud, and Will was at his side in an instant. By the time Graham rolled over, hand clawing at the top of his shoulder, James was gone, nothing but his scent lingering in the hallway.

“Where did he go?” Will asked quickly, assessing Graham’s shoulder. The blade was in deep, probably touching bone, and Graham winced with a growl when Will gave it a tug.

“God, Scarlett!” Graham hissed. “Stop pulling on it!” Graham batted his beta’s hand away, tutting in frustration.

“It’s got to come out!” Will insisted. Graham growled again, half a groan of consensus as he nodded. “On three,” Will told him firmly, wrapping his fingers around the handle of the hunting knife. Graham tensed, gritting his teeth and snorting short, panicked breaths. “One, two-”

“Son of a bitch!” Graham yelled when Will pulled the blade earlier than he anticipated.

“I’m sorry,” Will said quickly, tossing the blade aside and covering the wound with his hand. “Hold still, let me see.” Graham calmed his writhing, steading his breath as Will lifted his now bloodied palm and peered down at the slice in Graham’s shoulder. He wrinkled his nose a little but the wound looked clean and not as deep as he first thought. “I think you’re good,” Will confirmed. “It looks clean.”

“That mother fucker,” Graham rasped, his voice hoarse from his earlier shouting. “He’s gone after David.”

“Killian was with him,” Will assured, helping him into a more comfortable position. Graham hissed through the pain, his shoulder blade throbbing like he had been burned. “I’ll go and check-”

“No!” Graham insisted hastily, clutching Will’s arm desperately. “Neverland knows about my family,” he gasped between breaths. “Go to the cabin. Make sure Ruby and Davin are okay.”

“But-” Will began.

Graham cut him off. “This is not up for discussion, Scarlett!” he growled. He grabbed Will by the head, forcing the lower pack member to look directly in his eye, and unable to look away, Will paled under Graham’s command. “Go.”

Will nodded, rushing to his feet and fleeing the hall, his feet pounding the floorboards as he ran down the stairs and out the huge fortified front doors. Graham slumped back against the wall, the cold, wet patch of bloodied cloth sticking to his skin as it pressed against the surface behind him. He looked along the hall in the direction James could only have gone, and prayed Killian was able to finish what he had started.

David and Killian were holed up in one of the libraries with nowhere to go. They would fight their way out if needed, but David had intentionally drawn the Neverland wolves to that spot because he knew it would give them the advantage. He knew the house like the back of his hand, and any Neverland wolf able to get through his pack defenses would surely fall by his hand.

The sound of men hitting each other ricocheted through the old house as wolves battled each other. Dull, sickening punches and the cracking of bones was all that could be heard from the opposite side of the door. Killian’s heart pounded in his chest, the blood pulsing through his eardrums and almost making him deaf to the cries of wolves as they fell. He wasn’t sure if they were friend or foe, but he was caught between the lust for blood and the fear of the battle. Killian had never encountered hostility like the Neverland pack, and if he survived, he never wanted to again.

“You traitor!”

Killian looked at David when he heard the unmistakable sound of Walsh from the end of the hall. There was another room there, and David nodded when Killian reached for the handle, twisting it open silently. They both stared down the silent hallway, bodies littering the landing like dirty laundry. There was another shout, this time of pain, and Killian instantly recognised it as his father.

“Neverland is fighting amongst themselves,” David whispered, peering over Killian’s shoulder.

“It’s my father,” Killian told him, whispering back.

“He’s here? Why?” David looked confused. He knew that Brennan Jones was a member of Neverland, but what he didn’t know was why he would be fighting in their corner, turning on his own to help defend an Alpha he didn’t follow.

Killian strained to listen, but the conversation between Brennan and Walsh was muffled on the other side of the door. He could only smell Walsh and his father, the still warm bodies of the fallen wolves fading from his senses.

“He’s helping,” Killian whispered, unable to believe his own words.

The dull sound of a clenched fist hitting a body caught Killian’s attention and without thinking, he ran along the hall as fast as his legs would carry him. The door at the end led into one of the libraries, and just as his boot connected with the door and sent it flying open, Killian saw his father hunched over in pain. Brennan was clutching his stomach, all the air leaving his body as he stumbled back into a huge wall of books. With little energy to even stand, Brennan grabbed a book from the shelf behind his shoulder and launched it at his attacker, the heavy leather bound tome hitting Walsh directly in the jaw.

Walsh recoiled in pain, grabbing his face as the weight of the book completely turned his neck sideways and his head was jarred unnaturally. He snarled in anger, launching himself at Brennan once again, but Killian was there to block his assault and take the brunt of the damage. He caught his arm mid air, twisting it sideways with a sickening snapping sound, Walsh howling in agony as he desperately tried to pull away.

“Killian, get back!” Brennan rasped, his voice changed from how hard he had been gasping for breath. He clutched at his arm, a burn mark in the fabric there.

“No!” Killian roared, eyes fixed on Walsh, his feet planted firmly on the ground to protect his father.

“Listen to your father,” Walsh spat, hugging his broken arm to his chest. “Or should we end this once and for all, mongrel?”

With an evil grin, Walsh presented what he had been hiding behind his back, and the reason why Brennan had been overpowered so easily. The long black pole of the cattle prod in his hands sent a shiver down Killian’s spine, his neck flushing hot with anxiety at the sight of it. Walsh let out a chuckle, his sadistic laugh not even enough to rouse Killian from his panic. He was frozen, petrified to the spot and when Walsh turned it on, the blue spark jumping between the pronged ends, Killian flinched backward.

“Oooo!” Walsh sounded through a laugh. “Looks like someone has a little residual trauma lingering around.”

Killian took a breath, steadying his nerves, grinding his teeth at the remark. He knew Walsh was just torturing him, trying to force him into making a move. Walsh was injured, incapacitated by his broken arm in such a way that all he really had left was his threats. Killian licked his lips, eyes scanning over Walsh’s face, searching for any indication that the wolf in front of him might attack, only all Killian saw was panic behind Walsh’s bravado. He was a wolf alone in a battle, outnumbered and at a disadvantage, and he knew it.

“What’s wrong?” Killian asked frankly. “You look a little scared.”

“Ha!” Walsh sneered. “Of you two?” He motioned between them with a wave of the cattle prod. “An old wolf not fit to be alive and his mongrel son? Please.” Walsh stepped forward, brandishing the sparking pole and Killian couldn’t fight the way his body moved back again. Walsh let out a sadistic laugh, igniting the rod once more, only for it to fizzle out after a small blue spark as the batteries run flat.

“You’re not having much luck, are you boy?” Brennan coughed, clutching his side as a grin lit up his face. “Not so big without weapons, are you?”

Brennan’s jibe riled Walsh enough that he lunged forward, holding the pole above his head with the intention of striking Killian. Killian was too quick, reaching up and grabbing the cattle prod mid strike, his might too much for Walsh who had to let go when Killian twisted the device from his grip. Walsh jumped back, huddled near the wall, panting hard from the tussle.

“What are you going to do now, halfbreed?” Walsh spat, his lips curling over his teeth in disgust at the words he used.

Killian looked down at the rod in his hands and then back to Walsh, a wolfish grin on his face. He shook his head, pinching his eyes closed for a second, before tossing the defunkt pole aside where it hit the wooden floor with a clatter.

“I’m not like you,” Killian ground out. “I will not hurt someone else for fun.”

“Just like I suspected,” Walsh growled. “Weakness runs in the Jones blood. Tell me, Killian,” Walsh growled, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulling out a small handgun. Killian’s eyes went wide, the black pistol pointed directly at him. “Does Liam know how to fight?” he asked, waving the pistol around, “ because, when I’m done with you, I am going to find him, kill him and wipe every last Jones halfbreed from existence!”

“Over my dead body!” Brennan rasped, forcing his change in the blink of an eye. The light grey wolf leapt through the air, black patches around his eyes like a bandit mask, jaws snapping together as he attempted to reach Walsh. There was almost no time to react, Walsh squeezing the trigger as soon as Brennan’s feet left the ground, the crack of the gun echoing through the house.

Brennan let out a yelp, his wolf body stopping mid air and falling to the ground like a stone. Killian felt his entire body go cold, the whole scene playing out in slow motion as his father’s body hit the floor and Walsh fled through a door at the back of the room. The narrow passage was like a secret tunnel into the next room and as he squeezed through the gap, he dropped his gun. It clattered to the ground but was soon forgotten over the whining wolf at Killian’s feet.

“Dad! No!” Killian cried out, rushing to his father’s side. He slid down to his knees, tearing the jacket from his back as Brennan changed back to human, his naked form quaking on the dusty floorboards. Killian covered his father with his jacket and attempted to make him more comfortable, bundling the man into his arms like a babe and ignoring the way blood stained his hands. “Come on, stay with me.”

“You called me Dad,” Brennan smiled, looking up at his son with a glassy stare. His eyes were vacant, void of the colour they had once held so vividly, and Killian heard a rasp from his father’s chest.

“And I will again, just hold on, can you do that for me?” Killian clutched his father’s body harder, pulling him closer to his body. Brennan groaned, the twist of his body causing him pain. “Somebody help!” Killian called into the room, quickly scanning for anyone who could help him but finding them all alone.

“Killian,” Brennan muttered, clutching his son’s arm and drawing his attention. Killian looked down, the paleness of his father’s face a stark contrast to his black hair.

“No, don’t try to talk. Somebody will come,” Killian reassured his father, but he didn’t believe the words himself.

“I want you to know-” Brennan’s words were cut off by a hacking cough, blood dribbling from his mouth and down the side of his face. Killian’s hand hovered over his father’s face, ready to dab at the trickle of blood down in his father’s beard. He was unsure what to do, how to save him, and his heart hammered in his chest at the thought of losing the man in his arms.

“I know,” Killian smiled weakly. “I love you too.”

“Tell Liam,” Brennan rasped, and when he inhaled, his chest sounded hollow. The bullet had gone through a lung, possibly something much worse, and he was drowning in his own blood. “Tell Liam, I’m sorry.”

“You’re going to tell him yourself, just hold on.” Killian reached under his jacket and pressed his hand to his father’s wound, the tiny, circular hole oozing crimson on every one of Brennan’s breaths.

“I wish-” he gasped on a ragged breath.

“What, Dad, what?” Killian asked him eagerly, desperate to hear his voice a little while longer.

“I wish I was half the wolf you’ve grown to be, my boy,” Brennan coughed, his words but a whisper. His hand found the side of Killian’s prickly face and traced the apple of his cheek with a serene smile. “You’re just like your mother,” he told Killian softly before expelling his last breath, his hand falling back down to Killian’s lap as his smile faded.

“No, father, no!” Killian cried without pause, his words quick and panicked. “Don’t leave me again! Not again,” he whispered through tears, his father’s lifeless body heavy in his arms.

Killian had convinced himself he would never love his father. He had grown up believing that the man had left his mother, breaking her heart, for himself and nothing else. Killian now knew he was wrong, and his father was willing to sacrifice even more for those he loved, including his own life. Killian pulled his father’s suddenly heavy body towards him even harder and cried. Hot, fat tears streamed down his face and dripped onto Brennan’s head tucked under his chin. Killian was sure his wails could be heard throughout the house, but still, no one came.

The sound of a frustrated growl coming from the next room pulled his attention away from his father, and fuelled with a new anger for Walsh, the wolf who had taken and tried to take everything from him. Killian let his father’s body slip from his grasp and pushed himself to his feet. He took a long, deep breath, wiping at the tears wetting his face, and ignoring the discarded gun as he pushed himself through the gap and into the next room.

“Fuck!” Walsh growled, kicking the door that was locked from the outside. It was trapping him in the room; there was no other way out except back through the other room where he really did not want to be. A noise from behind him made him freeze and spin around, forehead beaded with sweat and eyes wide with a newfound fear for the young wolf that had appeared.

Killian was different. The blue of his eyes was replaced with black, his previous hues as soulless as the devil. Walsh swallowed hard, clutching his arm tighter to his hunched frame as he panted for breath. For the first time in his life, he was the scared, cornered prey of a predator hell bent on revenge. Killian’s nostrils flared a little and his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, the tips of his ears pink with anger.

Killian surged forward across the last remaining foot between them, and grabbed the lapels of Walsh’s jacket. He hoisted Walsh into the air, the wolf shying away from his gaze and flinching with the expectation of a strike. Walsh’s one good arm covered his head, instinctively trying to protect himself, and he couldn’t stop the whimper that tumbled from his mouth.

“Woah, woah, woah, wait, I was just following orders!” Walsh snivelled, shaking in Killian’s firm grip.

“Orders to tear apart my family?!” Killian roared, his face inches from Walsh’s as he gave him a shake. “Orders to have my mate!” Walsh flinched even harder, pinching his eyes closed as Killian’s breath heated his face. Killian’s grip tightened on the fabric of Walsh’s jacket, twisting the material in his fists and pulling Walsh even closer to him. “Orders to kill my father?” he added darkly.

“No!” Walsh objected firmly. “No, no, no, no,” he shook his head from side to side, the sting of tears in his eyes. “He turned on me! I was just defending myself! I didn’t mean anything I said,” he laughed, shrugging his shoulders. “You know that, right?”

Killian took a long breath, loosening his grip on Walsh’s jacket. The other wolf took a breath and sighed thankfully, his body relaxing a little as Killian set him back on the floor and let him lower his hand.

“Just his orders,” Walsh said slowly, nodding in understanding. “You don’t know what he’s like. It was follow the orders or die, Jones, what would you have done?”

Killian wasn’t sure what Walsh was trying to achieve by humanizing his so called orders. Emma had told him all about James, the twin to her father and a lion with a rather large thorn in his oversized, powerful paw. Killian expected no less than brutality from James, but after seeing the sadistic side of the Neverland beta, he thought Walsh would put up more of a fight.

“You’re right,” Killian told him calmly, his voice eerily level headed. Walsh looked at him confused, watching Killian’s hands release the edges of his jacket and slowly flatten out the creases. “What would I know?”

“Exactly!” Walsh grinned excitedly. “You’ve never been a part of a pack, followed an Alpha,” he added quickly.

“Of course,” Killian agreed, a tranquillity falling over him. “Pack loyalty is of the utmost importance.”

“See! I knew you would understand!” Walsh screeched excitedly, his one good arm reaching out to pat Killian on the shoulder.

“What I understand is your idea of loyalty is to follow pack law without question. Not because you’re afraid of the consequences if you don’t, but because deep down you like the reprehensible things your Alpha makes you do.” Killian rasped, looking at the spot on his shoulder where Walsh’s filthy touch had made his skin crawl. “You take pride in serving your own brand of darkness, but are too much of a coward to do so in your own name, so you disguise it as loyalty. You’re a weak wolf. Weak, pathetic, and I pity you.”

“So… you aren’t going to kill me?” Walsh whimpered hopefully, trying to gauge Killian’s expression.

Killian stepped back, watching his feet as he moved and then extended his hand out to Walsh. For a second, Walsh looked confused, straightening his back from his hunched position and eyeing Killian’s olive branch suspiciously. Killian nudged his head towards his hand, giving Walsh a nod, and with a small smile, Walsh reached out with his good arm and shook Killian’s hand. No sooner had his hand touched Killian’s, than the young wolf’s fingers wrapped around his palm and crushed it in a vice like grip, pulling him forward on unsteady feet until Killian was in his face again.

“Oh, I’m going to kill you,” Killian growled menacingly. “Because my idea of loyalty to pack law is to protect those I love, regardless of orders or the price it might cost me.” Walsh’s mouth opened in a silent scream of pain as he tried to pull his hand free, sure Killian was breaking every bone in his fingers from his grasp. “And if killing you is that price,” Killian added, the darkness back in his eyes. “I am more than willing to pay it.”

Before he had time to object any further, Walsh felt the splitting pain through his skull as Killian headbutted him, holding onto his hand ever tighter so he couldn’t shy away from the assault. Walsh cried out, his eyes springing with tears as the force of Killian’s forehead hitting his nose broke the skin wide open and triggered a stream of blood from both his nostrils. Walsh had no time to even cry out before Killian pulled his arm so hard he felt his shoulder pop, and met the momentum of his body with another headbutt.

“That was for my father,” Killian growled, Walsh’s dislocated arm limp in his grasp.

He took a step back, lining up his next shot, which was a firm, heavy booted kick to Walsh’s crotch. The sound Walsh made as Killian’s boot connected with his balls was high pitched and like a trapped animal, the squeak in the back of his throat barely audible. Walsh crumpled to the floor, sinking to his knees and unable to grab at his throbbing testicles because of his useless arms, shaking from the pain radiating up into his belly.

“That was for thinking you could touch Emma,” Killian spat, his jaw clenched with the mere thought of anyone defiling his mate.

Killian reached out and grabbed Walsh by the throat, his fingertips digging into the straining chords of his neck. The muscles in his forearms rippled with the strain, but Killian squeezed until he heard the deep, grunting gasp of a breath and Walsh’s eyes flew open and met his in a plea of forgiveness.

“And this,” Killian paused, increasing the pressure on Walsh’s trachea. The older wolf began to wriggle in his grip but Killian didn’t let up, the tiny red pin prick dots of petechial haemorrhaging appearing in the whites of Walsh’s eyeballs. “This is for my car,” Killian rasped gravely, closing his hand around Walsh’s throat until he felt the spongy tissue and muscles of his trachea give out under his crushing grip.

Walsh went blue before he even hit the floor, his body unable to hold its own weight any longer as he struggled for breath. He rolled onto his side, broken arm and hand awkwardly clawing at his neck where Killian had left dark purple bruises in his wake. Walsh gasped, the deep, croaking sound he made as he struggled for air signifying his end. His larynx and windpipe were crushed, damaged beyond repair causing muscle spasms to close off Walsh’s airway and slowly suffocate him.

Killian simply watched as the wolf at his feet writhed, legs kicking out wildly, and boot soles scraping the wooden floor. Wide eyed and full of fear, Walsh’s ability to swallow disappeared and he began to drool, saliva mixing with the blood that already coated his lips from his broken nose. He caught Killian’s gaze, eye flicking from side to side as his brain began to shut down, remnant muscle twitches all that was soon left when his chest ceased to rise and fall.

Killian held his breath for what felt like an age, staring at Walsh’s body as it continued to twitch even after death. He finally took a step backwards, stopping only when his back hit the wall of books behind him, and then his legs gave out and he fell to the floor. Killian had imagined he would feel different, that taking a life would sate the beast inside of him and he would finally be able to set aside the hunger that had plagued him since he had come of age. Only, it hadn’t, and now all he felt was a numbing coldness at the realisation maybe Walsh was right. Maybe they weren’t so different after all?

“Killian?”

At first he thought he was dreaming, the long buzz in his ears almost overpowering the sound of his name. He blinked, slowly and deliberately, unable to stop the image of Walsh’s dead body from invading his thoughts. There was no blood on his hands, but Killian felt like there was, and he lifted them closer to his face to inspect his digits.

“Killian? Can you hear me?” Emma’s voice was clearer now and he lifted his head to see her crouched in front of him. One hand was on his knee, fingers gripping the joint for balance, whilst the other was planted firmly on the scruff on his cheek.

When he blinked and rolled his eyes in her direction, she smiled and he felt a warmth wash over him. He swallowed the thick lump in his throat and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, just a strangled sound that sounded like an apology.

“It’s okay,” Emma assured him softly, moving her weight so that she was in between Killian and Walsh. “Come back to me.” She blocked his view, cupping his head in her hands and tilting it back so he was looking at her and not the corpse behind her. She smiled again, the corners of her mouth ticking into a smooth line that gave Killian instant comfort. “What happened?” She pried tentatively, thumbs stroking his cheek bones and coaxing him back to her.

“I killed him.” Killian blinked again, raising his eyebrows in disbelief of his own words. He frowned, confused for a second, but when Emma gave his head a gentle shake and her eyes met his again, he knew he had no reason to be. Her eyes were filled with love and nothing else, and Killian knew that whatever he told her would not matter a single bit. “He killed my father, and I killed him.” A single tear rolled down Killian’s cheek and was lost under the pad of Emma’s thumb.

She quickly brushed it away, and he finally gave her a small smile. “Are you okay?” Emma asked him again.

He shook his head. “I thought it would feel different, to take a life,” Killian began, his hand finding the smooth skin of her inner wrist and tracing over the bulge of her veins lovingly. He wanted to protect her, by any means necessary, and when Walsh had threatened that notion, Killian had been unable to hold back the darkness within himself any longer. “I thought-”

“It’s okay,” Emma assured him gently. “You thought all of the hatred you had for him would disappear, but it didn’t.”

“Yes,” Killian shook his head, his breath hitching on a sob. “And I still feel like I’m not the one in control anymore.” Killing Walsh had opened a dark door for Killian, and he felt like the hollowness that enveloped him was sure to swallow him whole. “I can’t take it back,” he whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. “It’s free, Emma. The bloodlust inside of me is free and I’m scared I won’t be able to control it.”

Emma’s heart broke. Killian had been raised by a human, with humans. For all intents and purposes, he was a human who just happened to be able to shift into the form of a wolf. There were many things he needed to learn, and there would be some adjustments, but whether human or wolf, Emma knew that Killian knew exactly how to love. The love he had for her was the strongest, fated by the stars, and Emma had no doubts he would learn to control his impulsive inner wolf and not lose an ounce of love for her in the process.

It would make him a wolf to be feared and a man to be cherished.

Emma leaned forward, pressing her lips to his in a quick, chaste kiss. She let her mouth linger on his until she felt the quiver in his lower lip stop completely, and then stroked the hair of his beard at the top of his cheeks with her thumbs, holding his face to hers even harder. She felt him relax, his whole body expelling all tension, and he hummed contently in the back of his throat.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Emma asked softly, breaking the kiss and resting her forehead against his.

Killian let out a breathy laugh, sniffing and wrinkling his nose against hers. “Not really,” he whispered, parroting the words she had told him when she had first told him of her arranged marriage.

“Excellent,” Emma smirked, repeating his earlier retort. “Neither do I.”

“We are going to be okay,” Emma sighed happily, rolling her forehead against his as she nodded.

“Aye,” Killian agreed. “We will.” It didn’t matter what was going on inside of his head, Killian knew that with Emma by his side, he would be just fine.

“At least now we know that one of the names on the tombstones from our dream was my father,” Killian added idly, the sadness in his voice evident. He let Emma help him to his feet, brushing his hands down the front of his jeans, but as soon as he had finished his words she gasped in shock. “What?” Killian asked concerned. “What is it?”

“What if the names are not ours, but the names of our fathers?” Emma asked.

Killian looked at her expression, worry etched into every line of her face. “That would mean-”

“We have to find my father,” Emma said firmly, tugging his arm as she headed towards the now unlocked door through which she had previously entered. “We have to find him now.”

#Alii dimidium Lunam #werewolf au #cs au #cs fic #cs ff #cs smut #temporary dog au #ch 23 #killian jones #emma swan #david nolan #graham humbert #will makes an appearence #mary Margret blanchard #james nolan #walsh #felix #every one is getting what is coming to them #i think y'all are going to enjoy this bit

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CS FIC REC MONDAY

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As you can probably tell, it is, in fact, no longer Monday. I spent a lot of my time yesterday doing Work Things and was unable to gather enough words or energy together to make this post :( Sorry! I’m probably going to hop on the bandwagon of making this a weekly thing because I find myself reading so so so much CS fic on a daily basis and I want nothing more than to share these amazing works of fiction with the world! My apologies in advance for the length!

Some of these, you may have read before. Some may be new to you! I love them all the same. Love, Ems ♥

alii dimidium lunam (the other half of the moon) / 155k / E / by @artistic-writer First of all, I just want to apologise to Salem for not reading this absolute EPIC sooner. This work is, in all honesty, beyond explanation. It took me just over two days to read and I finished it last night just before my shift; emotionally drained, shaking and elated that something as absolutely transgressive as this exists... and that I’m FRIENDS with the person that CREATED it. I don’t want to go into too much detail but if you’re ready to get invested in werewolf politics, childhood fables and love beyond understanding, this is the fic for you. The whump is *chef kiss* and the smut... oh boy. Salem knows how to write. I will love this work until my last day, and probably even after that. Read this. Experience this. Live this.

we kill the flame / currently 41k / E / by @thisonesatellite Please. If you have not experienced the euphoria that is this gem, rectify that. I love Stephanie and am constantly in awe of her works. All of them. I don’t really know how to explain the dystopian landscape she has created, with its ever unravelling past and dirty dirty underbelly but it’s incredible. Run, don’t walk, to read this fic. Please. PLEASE. I could write an essay on every chapter (and I have done so on nine and ten).

a poem without words / 192k / E / by @totheendoftheworldortime I was not involved in CS fandom when this fic was posted and I sincerely regret that. I don’t always read a lot of long fics due to lack of free time (haha, this list will convince you otherwise) but I was so wrapped up in this that I could not put it down. The blossoming of Killian and Emma’s relationship, especially considering their circumstances, makes for a really heartwarming/heartwrenching read. Do not let the warnings of Teacher/Student put you off – this is not one of those works… although the smut is fantastic.

soliciting for dracula / currently 12k / E / by @kymbersmith-90 I could talk about Kym’s writing forever. No, really. Her works were some of the first to really get me invested in CS ficdom and it encouraged me to find my own muse and start writing again after almost three years. I still do not know how to thank her for that. This work is ceaselessly funny, smart and (in the latest chapter especially) hot as all hell. It will subvert all your expectations and introduce you to the wonderful concept that is consented vampirism in the 21st century.

betting on the bullseye / 186k / M / by @let-it-raines Raines. That’s it. Raines. This entire work is a tapestry of emotion from start to finish, taking you on a journey of distance, longing and human nature. It is not without struggle but that’s what makes it all the more real and such an engrossing read. This had me up at 3am some nights, consuming it in a frenzy because I just could not get enough. I still can’t. At this point, Raines could write the shipping forecast and I’d still be enamoured with her work.

yippee ki yay / 4k / M / by @hollyethecurious There are so many things I could say about this but I won’t. Hollye is incredibly talented and this is a funny, awkward, sexy and damn fine example of that. Read this. For me. For the ‘inappropriate erections’ and ‘surprise orgasm’ tags on ao3. For all the innuendos and cowboy based puns. For your health. For your soul.

heat / 6k / E / by @doodlelolly0910 If you know me at all, you’d know I’m a SUCKER for abo fic. This is no exception. I love this. I love this I love this I love this. It’s all heat and emotion and love confessions and smut and all the good stuff. If abo is something that tickles your fancy, give this one a ride!

#cs fic rec #cs fic rec monday #captain swan #cs fic #cs ff #bitch i'm filled with emotion #i love all these works so much #i will talk about them forever #THIS FANDOM IS SO TALENTED I CANNOT EVEN COMPREHEND #anyway #i gotta get back to writing my own stuff apparently #thanks a million

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onceuponaprincessworld · 5 years

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Captain Swan Complete MC p.5

Happy New Year everyone! To celebrate I made a rec list with complete fics that deseve all your love and comments! Happy reading!

If you are intrested you can find my other lists here.

To Play the Game (and win your heart), @hookedonapirate

Some people would call it a job, but to Emma and her sister, Milah, it’s a game of the heart. Play by the rules and you’ll never get hurt.Whatever you call swindling wealthy men out of their money, this con-artist duo has it down to a tee. Milah sets up an available, rich man and gets him to marry her. Emma seduces and lures the husband into having an affair so he’ll get caught in the act. He then loses his money in the ensuing divorce.The sisters wear a coat of armor around their hearts to keep them intact, but when they set their sights on their next mark, professional golfer Killian “Hook” Jones, Emma never imagined how hard the game could be and how easily her heart could be stolen—especially when she switches roles with Milah and becomes the one exchanging vows with the gorgeous multi-millionaire.

Finding The Altar, @profdanglaisstuff

The only person Killian Jones loves more than his best mate David Nolan is David's sister Emma Swan. He knows he can never act on his feelings... but what happens when she acts on hers?

On the Two, @lifeinahole27

He’s one or two solid days of drinking away from needing to check into AA, and she’s one performance interview away from being able to move closer to home. Their paths were unlikely to cross until they end up in the same place and find a way to help each other out, even if they don’t realize it. How and why they meet and intertwine is against the odds, and definitely against the rules.

Single Riders Won’t Stay Single, @let-it-raines

Emma Swan gets in the "single riders" line for a rollercoaster only to be paired with a handsome stranger for what turns out to be the ride of her life.

Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon), @artistic-writer

Mongrel Killian Jones, packless and alone, finds Emma by chance in a bar, but she neglects to mention she is running away from her pack responsibilities...responsibilities that her strict father and alpha, David Nolan, expects of his only child and heir to the Misthaven pack. None of which include falling in love with a mongrel. Loosely based Lady and the Tramp AU.

Beastly, @xemmaloveskillianx

Meet Killian Jones. Attractive. Wealthy. Arrogant. He has it all… until he becomes aggressively unattractive outside as he is on the inside. Cursed to find someone that can see him better than he can see himself, he hides away, because who could ever learn to love a beast?

The Crucible Curse, @kymbersmith-90

A chance encounter on the morning of her first day at work results in Emma meeting a mysterious, heavily tattooed, pretty-eyed Irish man. But there are some secrets he's not yet willing to share with her.

Hook-Echo, @initiala

They're in a rut. That's what Deputy Emma Swan tells herself over and over again as her boyfriend, Killian Jones, grows more and more distant, and more frustrated, due to complications with his dissertation research on tornado formation. But storm season's more than halfway over and this dry spell is doing nothing to make things easier for him--or their relationship. Will everything blow over, or is there a greater storm on the horizon?

Holding On to Pieces of Us, @ilovemesomekillianjones

One year after the disappearance of the love of her life, Emma Swan is struggling. She’s losing hope, consciousness, and she might be losing her mind. After receiving life altering news, Emma will be faced with more than one difficult decision. Her choices seem bleak, until a new choice is offered, one she couldn’t have fathomed even in the crazy hallucinations she’s been having. Will she embark on a future that’s different than the one that was ripped from her just one short year ago?

The Gift Receipt, @welllpthisishappening

It genuinely makes sense in her head.

After all, Mary Margaret is being Mary Margaret and Emma just needs five seconds to herself and for her friends to get off her back and saying she can’t talk to Killian Jones because she and Killian Jones once went on a very bad date is the perfect excuse. It’s also not true, but whatever. It works.

Until Emma needs to bring someone home for Christmas. To get the entire town off her back. So, she comes up with another plan and another lie and pretending to get back together with a guy she was never actually with will make their inevitable break-up incredibly easy. It makes sense. Seriously.

That is, of course, until Killian agrees and there’s far too much pie and radio hits of the 70s and opinions on animated Christmas classics. It gets a little more complicated after that.

The Princess of White Chapel, @katie-dub

Dr Killian Jones is having a terrible day. He’s got a mission, he’s got a time machine, he’s got … drunk. What could possibly go wrong?

The Dancing Thief, @trueloveseyeroll

Pretending to be a noblewoman might be the dumbest thing Emma has ever agreed to do. And she’s not sure if meeting Lord Killian Jones made the whole thing better or worse. (Better. Definitely better.)

#cs ff #cs fic #cs au #cs rec ff #cs rec fic #cs recs #cs fanfiction #cs fanfics #cs rec list #cs recs ff #my rec list

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It’s heeeeere!!!! December’s roundup! And I’m EARLY!!! YAY ME!!!

So here we are again! December is over and it’s time for the monthly roundup! I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season, whatever you celebrate, and a safe and happy evening tonight! We didn’t have as many updates this month as in previous months, I’d imagine simply because it was the holidays. And if our authors month was anything like mine, they didn’t have time to think, much less do a lot of writing. Anyway, here we are. The updates we got for these fics were absolutely INCREDIBLE!!! And we completed two more fics! So without further ado, here we go!

Run to Me (In the Dead of Night) by @snowbellewells chs13 14 artwork by @wingedlioness

Emma Swan really just wanted to keep her newfound son safe, get to know her parents at last, and be a good deputy to the rest of the town of Storybrooke. She certainly didn't count on chaos breaking loose with the return of magic and restored memories, learning that werewolves are real, or dealing with a handsome loner she can't seem to resist...no matter how much she wants to. AS it turns out though, she may need him - secrets and all - to survive and triumph over their combined enemies. Rated T

Glow by @mahstatins ch3 artwork by @seastarved

Emma Swan always gets her man, and she's not about to let a little thing like death get in the way.

(A 'Just Like Heaven' AU) Rated M

Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind by @doodlelolly0910 ch20 artwork by @courtorderedcake

Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn't expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice? Rated M

Alii Dimidium Lunam by @artistic-writer ch24 COMPLETE lots of artwork by @cocohook38 and herself

Lost Souls and Reveries by @seriouslyhooked ch12 artwork by @shipsxahoy

Killian Jones is a wolf shifter without roots, without plans, and without a pack. He’s a rogue, someone humans should avoid and shifters should be wary of given his lineage. But one night years back set him on a path he didn’t realize he was taking, a path leading to the future he was destined for. That future is tied up in one woman – a human named Emma Nolan. Together Emma and Killian will find not only answers but a love that’s truly fated. But will love be enough to set both of them free, or will past demons win out in the end? (Answer: love always wins – I am writing this so despite some tiny pockets of angst it’s basically a fluff-filled insta-love fest). Rated M

Dark of the Moon by @totheendoftheworldortime ch3 artwork by @shipsxahoy

There is a peace, of sorts. Vampires, Werewolves, Fae and Witches have—for the moment—found a way to co-exist. Little do they know that one seeks the power to overturn everything—all in the hope of saving his son.

Five years ago, Killian Jones was dragged into a world he doesn’t understand and would do almost anything to escape. He’s cursed, or so he believes. He turned his back on everything and everyone he loves to hunt down the thing who made him into what he is. Now in Edinburgh, he’s no closer to his goal. But still, he searches.

A murder investigation introduces him to Emma Swan, blonde, beautiful, smart as hell—and a vampire. Mutually mistrustful, they must find a way to work together—not only to solve the murder, but to find out the truth about themselves. They can help one another, but should they? And can they control their feelings? Or will their pasts be too much to overcome?

Is revenge stronger than love? Rated E

Limbo by @courtorderedcake ch3 COMPLETE artwork by herself.

A CS afterlife AU. Rated E

And that’s it for this month! Happy New Year y’all! Make sure and give these authors and artists lots of love! I’ll be back next month with the monthly roundup for January. But before that, be on the lookout for announcements and signups for this summer’s event! Yes, that’s right! We’re doing this again! And I hope its even bigger and better than this years inaugural event! Until then y’all!

#December roundup #monthly roundup #dec monthly roundup #cssns

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Last Week in Fanfiction

Captain Swan ff round up List #65 covering 10/7-10/13. If I missed something don’t hesitate to let me know. And if you like what you’re reading give it a like, comment, and reblog. And don’t forget to check out all of the fic art that posted this week. Happy reading!!

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Open Wounds ch.6 by jordynmikey_lander (complete)

Between the Daylight and the Deep Sea ch.1 by @peglegsjones (IBTYYBTM series)

Far Across the Land and Sea ch.5 by @darkcolinodonorgasm

The Sins of the Father ch.5 by beautyandmajesty

Playing the Part ch.6 by @shireness-says

Single Riders Won’t Stay Single ch.4 by @let-it-raines (complete)

Alone, Until I Get Home ch.39 by @peglegsjones

Fairy Tales ch.39 by @kymbersmith-90

Reputation ch.49 by @kymbersmith-90

Ethical Conflicts ch.30 by @kymbersmith-90

Someone to Watch Over Me ch.10 by @searchingwardrobes

Find My Way Back to You ch.25 by @hopeduckling13

Second in Command ch.12 by @let-it-raines

But Came the Tide ch.2 by hooknleather

Gilded ch.13 by @wellhellotragic

Safe Harbor ch.18 by daryah

The Hazards of Chaperoning ch.1 ch.2 by @wingedlioness

Small Miracles ch.13 by steelyM

Happily Ever After ch.2 by @whimsicallyenchantedrose

Where You Can Still Remember Dreaming ch.26 by @welllpthisishappening

Met by Moonlight ch.15 by @thejollyroger-writer

Fragments of Home ch.6 by @artistic-writer

CSBB

Ultima Thule ch.2 by @hooksandblakes

Clear and Present Danger ch.2 by @icecubelotr44

Healing His Heart ch.2 by @themilahskillybear

Every Flight Begins With a Fall ch.2 by @pirateherokillian

Riptide ch.2 by @courtorderedcake

To Play The Game (And Win Your Heart) ch.2 by @hookedonapirate

Hook-Echo ch.2 by @initiala

Beauty in the Aftermath ch.2 by @high-seas-swan

Magnificent and Furious ch.2 by @imhookedonaswan

The Dancing Thief ch.2 by @trueloveseyeroll

Pictures of Reality ch.2 by @mayquita

The Princess of White Chapel ch.2 by @katie-dub

The Memories Within ch.2 by @xhookswenchx

Beastly ch.3 by @xemmaloveskillianx

A Muted Hue of Grey ch.2 by @swanandapirate

No Good Deed ch.3 by @accio-ambition

A Dream and A Dance ch.3 by @aloha-4-ever

Fools Rush In ch.2 by @shippingtheswann

Natural Opposites ch.2 by @searchingwardrobes

Love Lies ch.2 by @kathrynmaslow

Hide Your Love Away ch.3 by @athenascarlet

Sinners, Saints, and Saviors ch.3 by @hooklineandswan

See You Again ch.3 by @goldengirlschildhood

Once Upon a December ch.3 by @bucklesomeswashswan

FALL FOR CS

You’re Killing Me Swan

Feel Again

Game of Swans

Tricks & Treats

Set Fire to the Darkness

I’m Not Dead Yet

Cinnamon

CSSNS

Run to Me in the Dead of the Night ch.6 ch.7 by @snowbellewells

Alii Dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) ch.16 by @artistic-writer

Glow ch.2 by @mahstatins

Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind ch.13 by @doodlelolly0910

Fake the Mate ch.1 by @lenfaz

My Fate is Darkness ch.4 by @teamhook

COCKTOBER

The Devils Doorbell by @katie-dub

The Cockmaster pt.2 by @lenfaz

The First Time by @obscurra

A Night in Camelot by @businesscasualprincess

Swan Song ch.1 by @courtorderedcake

Frozen Peas ch.1 by @let-it-raines

The Pirate and the Princess pt.1 by @xemmaloveskillianx

As Soon Kindle Fire With Snow ch.1 by @profdanglaisstuff

The Hazards of Chaperoning by @wingedlioness

Where The Kisses Are Hers and Hers and His by @hookedonaswan

Reevaluating Mornings by @distant-rose

Teachers Lounge by @hollyethecurious

Photographer!Emma/Subject!Killian 1 2 3 4 by @artistic-writer

Pizza by @wingedlioness

Indulgences by @branlovesouat

Wanna Bet by @wordsmith-storyweaver

WHUMPTOBER

Betrayed by @icecubelotr44

Broken For You by @snowbellewells

ONE SHOTS/TWO SHOTS

My Pleasure pt.2 by @searchingwardrobes

Single Riders Extras by @let-it-raines

The Special Day by @aprilqueen84

For A Good Cause pt.2 by @welllpthisishappening

Safe by @winterbythesea

Taking A Sick Day by @welllpthisishappening

Our Happy Beginning by CSCreations

Family Holiday by mycaptainswan

Emma’s Birthday by @xemmaloveskillianx

#cs ff #cs ff rec #cs ff rec list #last week in fanfiction #65 #my lists #a day late #but we got it done

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flipperbrain · 6 years

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Alii dimidium Lunam

(The Other Half of the Moon)

A Captain Swan AU teaser for @cssns by @artistic-writer & art by me

The soft swirl of his fur in the breeze makes no sound to anyone but Emma, her super sensitive hearing picking up the tiny traces of hairs rubbing together along his pelt, and his otherwise silent padding through the leaf littered floor is like music to her ears. She smiles, looking down at her feet as she walks, pretending to not notice her admirer, but still knowing exactly where he is at all times.

“I know you’re there,” Emma whispers through her smile, her eyes flicking to the ground beside her feet. Every night he appears there, at her side like a loyal hound, springing from his hiding place and making himself known with a soft, wolf whine. “Come on out,” Emma coaxes gently, tapping her thigh.

The huge black shadow of him is seen first, his bulk cast across the ground by the moonlight as they enter a clearing. It is like a meadow, the trees thinning out around them and even through her sleep, Emma can feel the softness of the grass under her feet. He stalks forward, head low and almost uncertain as he approaches her like a dog caught doing something he shouldn’t, and his tail brushes against the grass as he licks his maw nervously.

“There you are,” Emma smiles, sinking down onto one knee and extending her arm out to him. The blue of his eyes is piercing, cutting deep into her soul, and in that moment, when they are surrounded by nothing but the woodland, she feels at home. She feels like this is the wolf who has been sent to guide her, to show her the path she is destined to live, not the one she is expected to. “Who are you?” She asks softly, her fingertips inches from the leather of his nose.

#cssns #captain swan supernatural summer #cs au #ouat fanart #cs fanart #artistic-writer #sneak peek

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eastwesthomeisbest · 5 years

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(2/2) this at once isn't too overwhelming or annoying! I'm just trying to make sure your fic is everything you want it to be! :) Do you have any exciting plans for the weekend?

...and here’re some links to the stories I like:

Something In The Water

Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon)

Cross My Heart

My Fate is Darkness

Tactical Magic

Seal of Fate

The Man Behind Glass

Also this summer I made some edits for the CS Supernatural Summer event... so here’re the links to some of them... to inspire you or give you some ideas:

The Song Of The Swans

The ghost by my side

Find Me By Moonlight

Song of the Waves

Good Witch or Bad Witch

I put a spell on you! Because you’re mine!

VAMPIRE SMILE

Have a great day! 💖

#cs secret santa #csss

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ao3feed-captainswan · 6 years

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Alii Dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yCJEYF

by artistic-writer (Itrustyoutokillme)

Words: 4171, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Additional Tags: Werewolf AU, Captain Swan AU - Freeform, Lady and The Tramp AU, everyone is a werewolf except ruby and elsa, Alternative Werewolf Lore, killian!whump, Torture, Romance, Smut, Explicit sexual themes, Falling In Love, CSSNS, captain swan supernatural summer fic, wolves of misthaven, wolves of neverland, pack rivalry with a love story

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2yCJEYF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Captain Swan #CS fanfics

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kmomof4 · 1 year

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @iamstartraveller776 to share my Lock Screen, the last song I played and the last picture I saved. Thanks, babe!

My Lock Screen

Complements of @artistic-writer. Have to share my Home Screen too... compliments of @flipperbrain, artwork she made for @artistic-writer CSSNS18 fic Alii Dimidium Lunam from a dream I had before Salem had written the first word of the fic...

The last song I played

And the last pic I saved... for artwork for the Christmas fic I’m working on...

Tagging @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose @jrob64 @searchingwardrobes

#tag games #tagged by iamstartraveller776

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kmomof4 · 2 years

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Here’s my third artist spotlight for past years of the CSSNS!!!

Another of my very favorite fics from all the years of the event is Alii Dimidium Lunam by @artistic-writer featuring CS as werewolves, and her VERY talented artist was @cocohook38!!! When the fic was posting back in ‘18, Jules made movie posters of the main characters of the fic as well as a few pieces of chapter art to accompany it. Please give these immensely talented ladies all the love they deserve for these MASTERPIECES of fic and art. And if you or someone you know does any kind of artwork, please come join us!!!

Movie poster

Emma

David

Killian

James

Walsh

Ruby

Graham

Liam

Brennan

Here are a few of the chapter art pieces Jules did for the fic.

NSFW image, so just leaving part of it.

#artist spotlight #cocohook38 #fanart for fanfic #alii dimidium lunam #artistic writer

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kmomof4 · 5 years

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For the first CS fic rec Monday...

I’d like to rec 4 fics, but one of them has already been done, very eloquently I might add, by @snidgetsafan, Dark Hook Comes to Storybrooke by @winterbaby89 and @hollyethecurious, so I’ll just move on to my 3 others.

Alii Dimidium Lunam by @artistic-writer her cssns submission last year. Book 1: Mongrel Killian Jones, packless and alone, finds Emma by chance in a bar, but she neglects to mention she is running away from her pack responsibilities...responsibilities that her strict father and alpha, David Nolan, expects of his only child and heir to the Misthaven pack. None of which include falling in love with a mongrel. Book 2 will be included in this summers event and I’m beside myself!!!!

Fairytales by @kymbersmith-90 Emma is a fangirl and meets her celebrity crush Killian Jones at a con. This fic hit a little too close to home when I found it summer of ‘17 when Hollye, Laura, and I were planning the Orlando con trip.

The Beach House by @flslp87 I credit this fic with getting me into the CS fandom and tumblr. Based on the movie The Lake House. How can two people who have never met fall in love?

All of these are on my desert island fic list and I’ve reread them all at least twice. Hope you enjoy these as much as I have!

#csfrm #cs fic rec monday #dark hook comes to storybrooke #alii dimidium lunam #fairytales #the beach house

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artistic-writer · 5 years

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Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) - CS Werewolf AU - Ch 21

Title: Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) by @artistic-writer artwork by @cocohook38 & @artistic-writer

Rating: E (overall rating) for explicit sexual content, language and themes throughout. Trigger warnings will follow and be added as they are needed to avoid spoilers.

Art by @cocohook38 - Poster - Emma - David - Killian - James - Walsh - Graham - Liam - Brennan - Ruby

Chapter Art by @cocohook38 - Ch1 - Ch2 - Ch3 - Ch4 (NSFW) - Ch5

Art by @artistic-writer - 1 - 2 - 3 -

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Werewolf sunday! And oh look, Emma’s heat is over ;)

Massive thanks to my wonderful betas, @hookedonapirate who is one of the best beta’s this fandom has to offer - I seriously love her guys, and she deserves all the good things <3 <3 and @kmomof4 to whom this fic is also gifted for her birthday and for creating the @cssns Thank you to my crew, @hollyethecurious @resident-of-storybrooke @courtorderedcake @doodlelolly0910 and special thanks to @killian-whump @killianmesmalls and @sherlockianwhovian for how they helped with the last few chapters. And to @flipperbrain who drew THIS piece of art for this fic in December, before it was even written!

Taglist: @cssns @resident-of-storybrooke @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @hookedonapirate @winterbaby89 @courtorderedcake @initiala @cocohook38 @branlovesouat @teamhook @snidgetsafan @sherlockianwhovian @shireness-says @wingedlioness @lenfaz @therooksshiningknight@ilovemesomekillianjones @bmbbcs4evr @blowmiakisscolin @deathbycaptainswan @onceuponaprincessworld @chinawoodfan @seriouslyhooked @snowbellewells @wordsmith-storyweaver @jennjenn615 @delightfully-difficult-pirate @doodlelolly0910 @tiganasummertree @hookedmom @thejollyroger-writer @rachie1940 @unworried-corsair @cs-forlife

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There was a storm when Emma awoke the next day, the grey skies stopping any light from penetrating the windows of Liam’s loft and the sound of hailstones bouncing off the panes of glass in each window. The room was dull, an invisible fog making every colour muted, which heightened the ambience of the storm raging outside. Emma’s eyeballs rolled under her lids, tiny white specks dancing around in the blackness, her brain trying to catch up to the sound she was hearing, processing each tap against the glass, one after another.

She shifted her weight, one leg rubbing against the hairy calf of the man who was asleep next to her, their legs entangled under the thin sheet that covered them as they lay awkwardly askew. They had spent most of the night making love, holding each other after each euphoric release that had left them both exhausted and wanting more. Neither had wanted to sleep, unable to accept the fact that they might be holding each other, feeling each other, for the last time. Neither had wanted to stop gazing upon the other.

Each moment was precious, the night turning into day quicker than they had realised. Emma swallowed a thick lump down her dry throat and curled her body closer to Killian’s, the warmth from his naked form enveloping her and making the hair under her hairline flush hotter than usual. Emma peeled one eye open, the smile on Killian’s face even in sleep, catching her eyes immediately as he slumbered on his front next to her, his face pressed into the pillow and Emma resting her head on his forearm.

His hair was a mess, likely from how many times she had raked her fingers across his scalp the night before and the ear she could see still bore the light bruising inflicted by her teeth when she had bit down on the tough, pointy flesh. Emma smirked, recalling the noises he had made, the way he had sighed her name time and time again like it was his last earthly breath, and her name was all he could say.

The gentle rise and fall of his lungs made his muscles ripple across his back, a soft rumble vibrating in the back of his throat as he exhaled into the pillowcase. There was a slight flush in his cheeks, still, and Emma couldn’t help but reach over and push a stray strand of hair from his forehead. Killian’s nose wrinkled but he stayed asleep, his lips sucking in as he heaved a sigh and relaxed back into his dream state.

Not even the rumble of thunder outside woke him, and when a flash of lightning illuminated his face, it caused no stir. Emma smirked, watching him sleep and getting lost in his visage, each feature of his face as enticing as the last. Emma couldn’t help herself and let her hand slip along the side of his face, her thumb gently caressing the raised, reddened scar on his cheek so softly he probably couldn't feel it.

Emma knew Killian had fought to get to where he was. A mongrel life would not have been easy, especially if he had crossed paths with other wolves along the way, and it warmed her heart to know that he would fight for her. Emma knew he had fought Walsh at least once before, and an unsettled pang dug itself into her gut as she recalled the horrific sounds he had made when he had been tortured. Forcing a change as Walsh had was barbaric, the stuff of nightmares, and Walsh would pay for what he had done.

Emma let her hand skim down Killian’s neck, the slow pulse there thrumming against her fingertip as she brushed over the new scars under his jawline. She traced the curve of his shoulder, outlining it with her palm, before pushing herself into a sitting position and watching the movement of her hand as it explored his trunk. Emma had never really looked at Killian’s back before now, unless in wolf form, and she gulped hard at the sight of it. He was littered with scars, most of them clearly from bites and scratches, the jagged edges always healing to leave a distinctly shaped scar she had seen many times before.

She tentatively brushed her fingers over the skin between the since healed wounds, skirting her fingertip over the bumpy flesh of each scar in case she woke him. He groaned a little in his sleep, his whole body vibrating with the sound, raspy and deep in his chest, and Emma noticed his brows furrow when she touched a particularly thick line of scar tissue towards his liver. A row of distinctive puncture holes had healed at his side, the arrangement of scars clearly a bite mark that gave Emma more questions than answers.

“Please,” Killian rasped suddenly and Emma pulled her hand away from his skin with a gasp. His eyes were still firmly closed, crinkling at the edges as he pinched them even more tightly closed, his lips parting slightly as his breath became shallow. He shifted his weight, rolling over onto his back in one fluid movement and letting his head flop to one side, facing away from her. Emma waited, holding her breath, but he was definitely still asleep.

The rain increased outside, crashing into the windows and making the room deafeningly loud. Streaks ran down the panes, flowing like tears along the edges of the frames and Emma had only looked away for a second when she heard Killian take a sharp intake of a catching breath. She looked back to his slumbering figure, new scars glowing a silvery white along his sides as he gasped for more shallow breaths.

“Don’t,” Killian stuttered weakly, his head twitching on the pillow and his hands closing around nothing, grasping out at anything he could. Emma leaned forward, planting her hand to his chest, the scars warming under her hand immediately and Killian’s body relaxing into her touch. He sighed, soothed but the sadness still etched on his face as Emma skimmed her hand across his torso and inspected the other half of the bite mark she could see.

Without warning, Killian’s arm shot up and he wrapped his hands around Emma’s arm in a crushing grip, the skin around her wrist turning white. She contained a cry, the silent sound of pain leaving her mouth in nothing more than a squeak and Killian held her hand in place, his jaw clenching in anger as he held her hand from his skin. Emma covered her mouth with her other hand, pinching her eyes closed and swallowing hard, before blinking back tears and peeling her eyes open to see Killian staring straight at her.

“Don’t,” he repeated, his glassy stare fixed on her and his voice laced with a pleading sorrow that broke Emma’s heart.

“I’m sorry,” Emma whispered quickly, tugging against his hold. Killian relaxed his grip and Emma’s hand immediately went to his face, soothing his panic inducing nightmare that had clearly tumbled over into reality when she had touched his scar. It meant something, she could tell, and when she saw his expression soften, she gave him a warm smile.

“Emma, I-,” Killian began sheepishly, licking his lips nervously and blinking himself awake. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?” He worried quickly, eyes flickering over her arm.

“It’s okay,” Emma told him softly, her thumb caressing his cheek in smooth, rhythmic strokes. It wasn’t much, it was just two little words and a few light touches, but they both felt like it meant so much more at that moment. Finally, Killian’s lips twitched into a shy smile. “Want to talk about it?” Emma cocked her head sideways, her hair falling to cover her knees.

Killian shook his head and found her hand with his, turning it upside down and turning his face to kiss her palm. Emma felt a tingle shoot through her arm right down to the pit of her stomach, the supple, kiss bruised flesh of Killian’s lips setting her skin on fire instantly. When he was done, he pulled her sideways and Emma followed his lead, settling herself across his torso and letting the sheet fall from her naked body.

“Was it a nightmare?” Emma asked him, shuffling her weight until she was practically sitting across his chest, legs tucked up under his armpits and her hands finding the length of his beard. Her digits smoothed through the growth, each twisted, coarse hair tickling her fingers and Killian humming in appreciation of her touch.

“Nothing to worry about,” he assured her, letting his eyes fall closed as Emma scratched through his facial hair. “Just one from a long time ago.”

“You’ve had it before?” Emma asked softly, feeling Killian’s skin tighten under her assault.

Killian nodded limply. “An old childhood trauma, that’s all.”

“Like my shifting accident in the lake?” Emma smirked, feeling much more at ease about telling her story. She knew Killian would never keep anything from her, but she also recognised his reluctance to relive the memory in his own mind. He wasn’t hiding things from her, he was just not ready to face it.

Her reference made Killian smile a toothy grin and his eyes reopened to meet hers. “Aye, something like that, love.” He said no more, and Emma understood.

“But you’re okay?” Emma asked softly. “Last question, I promise,” she giggled, flattening her body to his and kissing his cheek. Her hands held his head in place whilst her lips assaulted his face, exaggerated kiss sounds echoing into the room and drowning out the sound of the rain.

“I am now,” Killian smirked with a chuckle. His hand smoothed over her back, fingertips dancing over the ridge of her shoulder blades and over each bump on her spine. Emma sucked in a breath and Killian grinned against the side of her face when she buried her face in his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be so easily distracted, Mr Jones,” Emma cooed salaciously, the heat in her core beginning to burn at her insides. She was raw, still swollen from the night before, but she couldn’t help but want Killian, even with the day marking the end of her heat. She had felt it start to fade away during the night, her core temperature returning to normal and the slickness between her thighs less every time Killian had brushed her body in his sleep.

“You shouldn’t be so distracting, Miss Nolan,” Killian growled, planting his hands firmly on her bare behind and pulling her higher up his body. Emma squealed, unable to stop him as he caught one of her nipples in his mouth, making her arch her back towards him and dig her nails into the headboard. Killian sucked hard against the rosy flesh, pulling it into a stiff peak and humming against Emma’s skin, the twitch of his erection not going unnoticed below his waist. “Your heat is ending,” he said idly, dragging his tongue between the mounds that hung just in front of his face.

“You can smell that?” Emma blushed, sitting back to look down at him. Killian let her move, reluctant to let go of the globes of her ass, he held her so she had no choice but to arch her back away from him and rest her hands on his hip bones.

“Amongst other things.” Killian smirked and raised an eyebrow at her, pulling her even higher up his chest with little resistance until her thighs sat over his shoulders and her sex was almost touching his lips. He nuzzled her folds, inhaling her enticing scent that was a little more muted than it had been, but no less aromatic. Emma watched him, her breath catching in her throat and her heart pounding beneath her ribcage, the blood pounding in her ears and between her now open legs.

Emma’s hand found his head and her fingers scrunched his hair, pulling gently with a sexual frustration she thought had left her. It seemed Killian could draw pleasure out of any part of her, at any time, and like an addict, she would gladly take her next fix. There was a pause, his eyes meeting hers, the blue that she had always found so warm and comforting long since replaced by a dark grey that rivalled the storm clouds above them.

“What are you waiting for?” Emma teased with a coy smile. She snaked her hand down the front of her own body, purposely brushing her nipples into much harder buds than before and settled her hand between her thighs. Killian watched her nimble fingers part her outer lips, the glistening treasure that lay beneath flooding his senses with the smell of her arousal. He nibbled his bottom lip and felt himself grow even harder at the sight before him. When he looked back up to her, swallowing hard, Emma smirked, rolling her own bottom lip between her teeth innocently. “Do you need an invitation?”

“Absolutely not.” Killian gave her a wicked grin, his lips barely moving before he closed the gap between his lips and Emma’s sex and pressed a kiss to her clit. Emma moaned instantly, her back curving and pushing her hips harder into his ministrations, the breath leaving her lungs on a heavy, relieved sigh. She hadn’t even known how wound up she was until she had opened her eyes and seen Killian beside her, the memories of the night before coming back to her in a flood of emotions.

Emma rolled her hips a little more, hissing through her teeth when a tingling sensation rippled through her lower abdomen. Killian flicked his gaze up to meet her eyes again, giving her a heavy lidded, sly smile as he tortured her clit with his tongue, circling the throbbing nub with just the tip of his talented muscle.

“Fuck, Killian,” Emma hissed, her cheeks tingling with a blush. She rolled her hips again, her free flowing juices coating Killian’s chin. He let out a breathy laugh at her state, swiping his tongue around her entrance and along the inside of her fleshy lips, teasing her with the prospect of tasting her more intimate areas. Emma groaned in frustration, glaring at the man between her thighs.

“I’m sorry, love,” Killian offered between licks, Emma’s arousal coating his tongue and sliding pleasantly down his throat when he swallowed. “You just taste so-,” he began with a dreamy tone, but Emma’s hands pulling at his haircut him off. Killian stopped, wincing slightly at her sudden aggression and looked up her body once more.

“Touch yourself,” Emma commanded darkly. “Touch yourself and fuck me with your tongue.”

A surge of adrenaline coursed through Killian, more blood impossibly rushing to his rock hard erection at Emma’s words. He grabbed her behind again, holding her to his face as he plunged his tongue inside of her and let out a hum of appreciation at the taste that coated his mouth. Emma went heavy, leaning back on his chest, her entire body overcome with pleasure, each nerve ending firing at the same time and rendering her almost completely helpless. All she could do was cry out, his name on her lips like a prayer, her nails digging into where her hand lay flat on his torso behind her.

When he was happy with the agonizing rhythm he was setting, Killian slipped his hand from her fleshy globes and slid it down his own body and took himself in hand. He was like marble, solid and heavy in his hand, a light drizzle of pre-cum already having oozed onto the thatch of hair covering his stomach. Emma ground down on his tongue, riding his face wantonly and Killian increased the speed of his masturbation when Emma began tugging at her nipples.

The sound of the rain blended into the sound of blood in her ears as Emma felt the coil in the belly begin to tighten, her inner muscles flexing against Killian’s tongue each time he was inside of her and her clit begging for his attention when he was not. Killian lathed her nub, gently scraping his teeth over the ultra sensitive bud with a cruel smirk, watching the way Emma’s face contorted with her impending orgasm.

“Are you going to come on my face?” Killian growled as he took a breath, thrusting his hips up into his hand, his velvety soft skin shifting over his erection and building his own release low in his belly.

“Fuck, yes,” Emma hissed, throwing her head back.

“Am I going to make you come hard, love?” Killian was almost shaking underneath her, his words earning him a whine from the goddess currently straddling his face. He focused on her clit where he knew Emma had been building the most powerful orgasm, the steady throb of blood to the nub so obvious, he had felt it on his lips each time he gave it a gentle kiss.

“God, yes,” Emma cried with a pained sound. She was so close her thighs had begun to quake and her breathing had slowed to a pant, a heat creeping up her spine. “So hard. Killian, don’t stop, right there.”

“Like this?” Killian purred, increasing his speed over the hardened nub.

“There!” Emma gasped, looking back down between her thighs. She felt a rush of arousal at seeing Killian eating her out, his eyes pinched closed in his own pleasure and his hand furiously pounding his length behind her, and without warning, her orgasm hit her suddenly. She squeaked, covering her mouth quickly and she began to shake through Killian’s licking, each flick of his tongue like a new kind of torture against her clit.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Killian sat up, and in one swift move she was sliding down his torso and being impaled on his hot, hard length. She cried out, the sudden intrusion of his girth heightening her already fluttering orgasm to a new level, the spots behind her eyes never ceasing as she bumped her clit on his pubic bone and came again.

“My, my,” Killian teased darkly, watching her face contort and her eyes roll back in her head. She was a blubbering mess, in a daze from back to back orgasms that had left her incoherent and limp in his arms, weakly grinding herself against him to extend her pleasure with a whimpering groan. “Such a wanton thing.”

“Don’t fucking tease me,” Emma panted, her forehead sticky with sweat. She rocked her hips harder, desperately needing him to move inside of her, anything, the lack of friction too frustrating to bear. “Please.”

Killian was close too, his own orgasm slowly being coaxed out by the ripple of Emma’s muscles and the sopping wetness that had dribbled out as she came, whimpering her pleas. It had been too long, their need to use protection now extinct because Emma’s heat was over, and Killian’s couldn’t wait one more second to feel her wet, slick heat around his unsheathed length. He smoothed his hands through her hair, brushing it from her flustered face and seized her lips in a ferocious kiss. All Emma could do was moan into his kiss, begging against his mouth to stop in almost a cry as his length rubbed a new pleasure point inside of her.

“Killian, please,” Emma whimpered, her body teetering on the edge of euphoria again, her entire being shaking in his lap.

“I’ve missed this feeling,” Killian panted, kissing her eyelids. “I can’t take those blasted condoms any more.” Killian smirked wickedly, the sweat along his brow running down his temple as he slowed his assault and let her still on top of him. Emma whined, but she was glad for the respite, her nipples like pebbles against Killian’s chest as she sagged into his arms.

“No more,” Emma sighed in agreement, her chest heaving for breath and her insides throbbing painfully. “God, you’re amazing,” Emma panted, the fluttering sensation between her thighs begging for him to move again. Killian let out a breathy laugh, kissing the underside of her jaw in a hungry, open mouthed kiss.

“You’ve got one more in you, love,” Killian purred. “I can feel it.”

“Please,” Emma gave him a salacious smile and a raise of her eyebrow, carding her fingers through his hair. “Make me come.”

“Aye,” Killed panted, his cock twitching inside of her. “I think,” he said smoothly, plucking her arms from where they rested on his shoulders and gently moving them behind her back. Emma gave him a broad grin, her excitement intensifying as she complied, crossing her wrists over each other behind her back and letting him gather them up in his hands. “Slow and shallow should do the trick.”

In a sitting position, Killian could only thrust shallowly, but he rolled his hips against the mattress to make sure to cause enough friction against every detail of Emma’s inner core. Her eyes rolled back in her head again, the sheen of sweat over her body beginning to cool her in the chill of their room, and she ground her clit down against his body on each thrust.

It was agony, a delicious torture that only Killian could provide, but he was right. She had one more in her and when Killian felt her tell tale pull at his length and heard Emma’s breath hitch in her throat, he knew he would come too. Seeing Emma come undone was one of the most erotic things for him and he loved the way she chased after every last drop of her pleasure. With a grunt he came at the same time she did, pulling hard on her wrists to keep her body still as he emptied himself inside of her with a few short, hard thrusts.

Emma finally wiggled her arms free when she felt him relax, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing his mouth awkwardly, most of her attention at the corner of his smile as he wrapped her up in his arms protectively. He gave her a squeeze, his muscles bulging against her skin as he kissed her back, lips smacking and lingering against each other as the storm continued outside.

“I’ll always keep you safe,” Killian promised softly, his words a breath against the skin of Emma’s bosom. He had shifted their position and they were now laying back in bed, his head resting sleepily against her chest, her fingers stroking through his sleep and sex messed hair in a slow, soothing motion. Emma kicked out the sheet that was wedged beneath them and shook it loose, letting it flutter to cover them both once more.

“I know,” Emma said with a nod and a hint of sadness. She didn’t know what returning home would bring, no one would, and the longer they waited the more anxiety built up inside both of them.

Killian brushed his thumb over her ribcage, staring at the wall beside the bed. “I wish I could tell you what the dream means. The longer I don’t know, the more I’m starting to think that the headstone is for me.”

“Don’t say that.” Emma stopped her stroking and let him tilt his head up to look at her. She caressed his cheek, her heart cracking in her chest at the sorrow she saw in his eyes. “And the other is not me,” she told him firmly. “So you can stop thinking that right now.”

Killian gave her a warm smile. “How do you know me so well?” He teased, echoing her question from a while ago.

“Fate,” Emma told him firmly. “And that can be changed, so even if the names are ours, we’ll make sure they don’t become our reality.”

The smile that Emma gave him was weak, partly forced, but genuine all the same. She leaned forward, cupping Killian’s cheek in her palm as she kissed him, his hands still against the sides of her body. His touch was electrifying on her skin and Emma felt the skin around her nipples prickle again, her lips curving into a smirk against his when Killian’s hand slid to the pebbled nub.

“Fate has other ideas for us right now,” he growled, pulling his lips from hers and giving her one last dark, lust filled stare before taking the bud in his mouth and rolling his tongue over Emma’s nipple. She arched her back instinctively, watching him suckle her breasts like a hungry babe, a groan tumbling from his lips as he shifted his weight to accommodate his now growing erection.

“Killian!” The room’s ambience was shattered instantly as the door flew open and Liam barged over the threshold, unable to stop himself from looking directly at his younger brother and Emma’s breasts. “Oh, shit!” he screeched, quickly turning away from the scene before him, pinching his eyes closed and trying to erase the images from his mind.

“Bloody Hell, Liam!” Killian spat, annoyed. He hastily covered Emma with his body, tugging the sheet up higher over his shoulders so she could hide in the darkness it cast over them.

“I am so sorry, lass,” Liam stammered to Emma, rubbing his temples nervously.

“It’s okay, really,” Emma assured him from under his brother, stifling her laugh against Killian’s forearm beside her head.

“What do you want? We’re busy.” Killian ground out through clenched teeth, Emma’s slender figure writhing against his length beneath him. She gave him a coy smirk that she knew Liam couldn't see, and proceeded to suck her finger salaciously.

“Might I remind you that is my bed, Killian,” Liam countered angrily, waving his arm behind him towards the bed that he was one hundred percent sure he would have to now burn.

“Get to the point then,” Killian spat, mesmerized by Emma’s tongue as it licked up and down her finger tantalisingly slowly.

“Fine,” Liam grunted, bending over and hurriedly grabbing at Killian’s jeans. They had been his, borrowed after Killian’s clothing had shredded during his encounter with Walsh, but now he was sure he wouldn’t need them anymore. He tossed them at the bed, making sure the denim bundle hit Killian square in the back. “Get dressed.”

“Why?” Killian grumbled with a wince. Emma bit her bottom lip and he cocked his head to the side, begging her with a silent glare to relent her teasing.

“I just got a call from Father,” Liam said hurriedly, retrieving a nearby shirt and throwing it at his brother.

“What did he say?” Killian’s cheeks went pale, even though he was leaning over Emma’s body, and she placed a palm to his cheek to help him remain calm. Any mention of his father sent him into a state but she could always keep him grounded.

“Just get dressed,” he said firmly. “I’ll tell you in the lounge.”

Ten minutes later, Killian and Emma had joined Liam in the lounge. He avoided Emma’s gaze as they exited the bedroom, a pink tinge flushing his cheeks which made her lips twitch up into a knowing smirk. Emma was not embarrassed by her body, she never would be, but it seemed living in the fringes of werewolf society had given Liam a complex about seeing another person naked, especially a woman, in his bed, having her breast sucked by his brother.

Liam cleared his throat, motioning for them to sit down on the couch. Killian sat down first, positioning himself sideways so that Emma had no choice but to slide into his lap, his strong arms wrapping themselves around her body and hugging her tightly, almost possessively. The mention of his father had triggered his need to hold on to the ones he loved, both Emma and Liam, and Killian would be lying if he wasn’t apprehensive about what Liam had to say.

“I’m sorry again,” Liam told Emma softly, rubbing his hands together to try and eradicate some of the sweat from his palms. Emma simply nodded at his apology, her arm looping around Killian’s neck and her hand flattening to his bare shoulder. He was in only his jeans and Emma had put on her bra and panties, deciding to dress in Killian’s tee because the smell was comforting.

“What did Father say?” Killian prodded impatiently, his bare feet sticking to the hardwood floor and his toes flexing against the grain of the wood.

“Neverland is ready,” Liam said sadly, watching the floor between his feet. “Father says they have begun preparations for the attack.”

“So, it’s today?” Emma asked quickly, her fingers gently idling in the hair that grew on the back of Killian’s neck.

“Aye,” Liam nodded, lifting his gaze and looking between the both of them. “It seems that way.”

“Then we have to go,” Emma looked at Killian, the lump in her throat suddenly too hard to swallow comfortably. “My family could be in trouble.”

“I don’t like this,” Killian said concerned. “It feels like a trap.” His eyes met Liam’s across the low coffee table between them and he felt Emma’s hands still on his neck, the tension there clearly interrupting her lazy massage. He still didn’t know if he trusted his father, he barely knew the man, and he wasn’t sure he was willing to risk his or Emma’s life to find out if Brennan was telling the truth or leading them into a trap.

“Do you really think our father would lie to us?” Liam’s head flopped to one side, sympathetically pleading with Killian to trust him.

“I don’t know. Would he?” Killian asked his brother with a bite to his words.

“I think what Killian means,” Emma began, looking between the brothers, “is this information has been handed to us very conveniently.”

“Father said you wouldn’t trust him,” Liam scoffed, shaking his head.

“Would you?” Killian spat, raising his eyebrows at his brother. Emma could feel his rage bubbling beneath the surface, his leg muscles underneath her growing more tense by the second. His fist clenched where it rested on her naked thigh and she shot him a glance, flattening a placating hand to his hairy chest.

“Hey,” Emma said soothingly, drawing his attention to her face. He looked up and she gave him a warm, comforting smile, her fingers gently scratching through his chest hair. “I know you’ve been through a lot, and I wish more than anything that I had stayed in that alleyway to help you fight-,”

“They would have done worse to you,” Liam interrupted and Killian flashed him a dark stare.

“You’re right,” Emma nodded in agreement. “And I will live the rest of my life knowing that you saved me.” She looked back to Killian who had dropped his head to watch his balled fist turning white on her lap. He flexed the muscles, watching his forearm ripple this way and that, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he ground his teeth. “I would give anything to trade places with you, to take away the nightmares,” Emma soothed softly, watching her hand as she ran her nimble fingers over Killian’s furrowed brow. “We can’t change what happened, but we can make them pay,” Emma said sadly, looking back to Liam who wished more than anything he could take away the pain his brother was feeling.

Killian, despite putting on a strong facade, was still hurt, damaged by what Walsh had done to him in the forest and he had been letting his anxiety overshadow his ability to see clearly. Emma knew as well as Liam did that Killian would never fully heal unless he expressed his anger, and as much as she enjoyed his attentions, fucking and running through the forest was never going to fix the broken parts of his mind. Killian needed to face his abuser head on.

Killian needed closure. He needed revenge.

“Brother, I’m not asking you to trust him,” Liam began. “But you trust me, don’t you?”

Killian’s head snapped up to meet his brother’s and he gave him a confused look. “Of course I do.”

“Then trust that I know our father is telling the truth,” Liam said firmly. “Please.”

Emma’s hand found his face, cupping his jaw in her palm and chasing away the knot in his gut. He looked up to her beautiful face, the soft wisps of her golden hair sticking out in all directions, untamed but no less lovely, and she gave him a gentle smile. Her lips were soft and inviting, pink from slight bruising, and the serenity Killian felt was overwhelming. He let his head drop to her chest and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tenderly as she placed a soft kiss to the back of his head.

“It’s okay to be scared,” she told him compassionately as if she had forgotten Liam sitting opposite them. “I’m scared too.”

“I’m not scared of dying,” Killian said finally, lifting his head. He gave her one last fleeting glance that broke her heart in two before looking over to his brother. “I’m scared of losing myself.”

Liam knew exactly what Killian was talking about. The night they had fought Walsh might have been over a decade ago, but Liam would never forget the look on Killian’s face when he thought he might have taken a life. He was elated, a darkness rising to the surface behind his previously kind eyes and showing Liam the true nature of his wolf side. Killian was a fighter, his scar littered body attested to that, and Liam knew that it wouldn’t be long before Killian finally couldn’t hold back the canine urge to kill any longer.

“You won’t,” Liam told his brother firmly. “I swear it, brother.”

“He needs to pay,” Killian growled darkly.

“And he will,” Emma chimed in softly, her hands running through Killian’s hair and bringing him back to the light. He looked up to her with an apologetic look, blinking away the darkness behind his blue eyes and feeling the warmth of her smile wash over him. “If he survives the attack, my father will make sure of it.”

Killian sobered a little at the mention of David Nolan, the Misthaven pack leader who had put a bounty on his head. He knew she was right. For what he had planned for his daughter, David would make sure Walsh suffered, but what would he do to a mongrel who had fallen in love with his daughter?

“I’ve called Graham,” Liam announced to both of them. “I am going to stay at the cabin with Ruby and Davin, just in case any Neverland wolves have followed their scent there. He is going to meet you at Misthaven.” Liam stood, flattening down the wrinkles in his shirt and heaving a sigh as he made his way around the coffee table. “Make sure you keep the Neverland wolves occupied at Misthaven. I’ll protect Ruby and the babe.”

Killian helped Emma to stand and mirrored his brother, both of them facing each other and speaking with the unspoken bond that they had always had. They didn’t have to say anything; they just knew what the other was thinking. “Good luck,” Liam said, giving him a tight lipped smile and extending his hand to his brother.

Killian looked at Liam’s hand between them briefly, before taking his brother’s hand in his and holding on hard. He shook it once, his knuckles turning white, before yanking hard and pulling his brother into the tightest embrace they had ever had. Liam wrapped a strong arm around his brother, his hand finding the back of Killian’s head and holding him tightly, neither saying a word.

Liam was petrified of losing his brother but he had to stay strong. He was the older sibling and had always needed to carry the weight of sorrow. Killian was too fragile to cope with loss, but damn if he wasn’t the bravest wolf Liam had ever known. Liam knew what would happen if Killian were to lose Emma, he could see it now as clear as day, and he finally understood his brother’s need to protect her, even if it was from her own family and could mean his demise. He didn’t hate Emma at all. How could he? She was the light that drove away the darkness within his brother’s soul.

They parted, Killian hastily wiping away a stray tear that had fallen from his eyelids during the embrace. Emma placed a hand to his back, just to let him know she was there, and that she always would be.

“Good luck, Emma,” Liam told her with all of the sincerity he could muster. “Maybe when this is over, we can get to know each other a little better? I’d love to get to know the woman who has tamed my little brother.”

“Younger,” Killian huffed, feebly landing a punch on Liam’s arm.

“I’d like that,” Emma smiled warmly, lacing her fingers with Killian’s and resting her face to his bicep.

“Graham said he would be at Misthaven within two hours,” Liam told them quickly, checking the time of his watch. “That gives you guys a little over ninety minutes to prepare.”

“We’re ready,” Killian said firmly, looking down at the she-wolf beside him. Emma nodded, pressing her lips to his shoulder with a nod. “I’ll call you when it's over,” Killian promised his brother.

“Thank you,” Liam sighed, relief flowing from his every cell as he made his way towards the door of his apartment. He paused, hand on the door handle before turning back to the half naked couple in his lounge. He fixed his stare on Emma, licking his lips nervously. “Bring him back to me,” he said in a broken voice that cracked in his throat. Emma had no time to answer before Liam was gone, the faint echo of his footsteps as he made his way down the stairs the only sound in the loft.

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‘“Killian, please,” James mimicked, tightening his grip on his brother. “It’s me or him, boy. Which is it?”

Graham caught David’s eyes, and with a nod of silent understanding between both of them, Graham kept his grip on Emma’s arms, holding her back from stopping Killian. Killian looked back at her briefly, the pain etched into her features too heavy a cross to bear as tears streamed down the pink hues of her cheeks like lines in the sand.

“Killian, please,” she whimpered, struggling against Graham’s hold. “We don’t know which Nolan is on the headstone.”’

THE ADL FINALE IS COMING!!!

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Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) - CS Werewolf AU - Ch 19

Title: Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) by @artistic-writer artwork by @cocohook38 & @artistic-writer

Rating: E (overall rating) for explicit sexual content, language and themes throughout. Trigger warnings will follow and be added as they are needed to avoid spoilers.

Art by @cocohook38 - Poster - Emma - David - Killian - James - Walsh - Graham - Liam - Brennan - Ruby

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A/N: Werewolf Sunday! Here is ch 19 guys - sorry it’s late but I am back at work now, and I forgot to queue it up!

Massive thanks to my wonderful betas, @hookedonapirate who is one of the best beta’s this fandom has to offer - I seriously love her guys, and she deserves all the good things <3 <3 and @kmomof4 to whom this fic is also gifted for her birthday and for creating the @cssns Thank you to my crew, @hollyethecurious @resident-of-storybrooke @courtorderedcake @doodlelolly0910 and special thanks to @killian-whump @killianmesmalls and @sherlockianwhovian for how they helped with the last few chapters. And to @flipperbrain who drew THIS piece of art for this fic in December, before it was even written!

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“To Graham and Ruby!” Brennan declared loudly, arm raised above his head and a small, glass tumbler in his hand. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, and the sound of ice cubes clinking the side of glasses echoed in their corner of the pub as Liam and Killian joined him in his toast.

“Graham and Ruby!” Liam echoed gleefully.

“To Graham and Ruby,” Killian repeated quietly, his voice a soft whisper next to his brother’s. He was happy for his friends, he really was, but he was also now sitting in a public place with his brother and his father, so his anxiety was a little spiked. He gave his father a suspicious sideways glance as he threw his head back and swallowed the rum in his glass, the burn of the liquid causing a warmth in the pit of his stomach.

Three glasses hit the dark wooden table together, years of grime evident in the thickness of the lacklustre varnish coat. It was patchy, shiny in places where others were dull and Killian tapped his outstretched arm at the spot next to his glass. His focus was on his fingertip, the nail digging into the soft table top where it really shouldn’t, and he ground his back teeth a little as a silence fell over their table.

“So,” Brennan began, twisting his body in the chair next to Killian’s so he was facing his son.

Killian knew what was coming and he held up his hand to cut him off, his pointed finger turning into a balled fist instantly. “Please, don’t apologise again,” he bit out.

“Killian,” Liam admonished, a frown on his face. “Not here,” he warned gently, scooting his chair forward under the table when a gaggle of humans sauntered past laughing.

“Look, Killian, you asked me here, remember? I can just as easily not be here.” Brennan looked to Liam for help with his wayward youngest, but neither had time to say a word before Killian snapped again.

“Oh, that’s what you are good at, isn’t it? Running away.” Killian slumped back in his chair, fist balling even harder on the table, leg twitching under the table and bobbing up and down on the ball of his foot.

“Okay, let’s all just calm down for a second. Shall I get us some more drinks?” Liam pushed himself to his feet, pausing to await Killian’s response. He was met with silence, his brother clearly haunted by not only his past but also more recent events.

“I’m not sure that would be wise.” Brennan shook his head, pointing at Killian accusingly. They had been in the pub some hours, firstly to celebrate the birth of Davin and then, once the excitement had dissipated, to talk over Kilian’s plan.

Killian had wanted answers. He was convinced his father’s mistakes could change his future, teaching him how to avoid the council and allow him to be with Emma. Only, his father had given him nothing more than the cold, hard realisation that the more he tried, the less likely it would ever be that he could be with Emma. Maybe if she was a lesser wolf, but the heir to Misthaven would never be able to simply disappear. “I think your brother has had enough,” Brennan whispered low, his words directed at Liam.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough!” Killian’s voice boomed over the table and the barman shot them a look. “Maybe you should get some more drinks, Liam,” Killian spat, waving an arm towards the bar. “Father might not return if he goes.” Liam sighed, rolling his eyes at his brother’s childish antics and gave his father a knowing nod before making his way to the bar. Brennan watched him go, his demeanour and patience for Killian wearing thin.

“Now, see here, boy,” Brennan growled, leaning over and grabbing Killian by the head. His hand splayed out over the younger wolf’s skull, fingers digging into the thin covering of flesh painfully, and Killian tried to pull away uselessly. “I’m sorry I don’t have the answers you want,” he growled into Killian’s ear, eyes flicking around the pub in case anyone was watching. “But if you want to play this little dominance act, then I would be more than willing to take this outside.” Killian gave his father a sideways glance, their ears touching, and Killian turned his head away from his father’s stare as best he could in his position. “Better,” Brennan said softly, loosening his grip.

“Get off of me,” Killian spat through clenched teeth, wrenching his head from his father’s grip.

Brennan cocked his head sideways, taking in his broken son. Scars, fresh and old, littered Killian’s body from what he could see, and his heart softened instantly. Brennan had known bigger, pureblood wolves with less marks than his son. Killian’s fury was justified, his frustrations even more so. Brennan understood how he just wanted to be with the woman he loved, he had known that feeling, but he also knew Killian was trying to distract himself from the mental scars of being tortured.

It wasn’t his fault. He was half human after all.

“Killian, I can help you be a better wolf,” Brennan coaxed. “Faster and stronger. You can protect yourself, for next time.”

Killian stifled a laugh. “I don’t plan on being tortured again any time soon.”

“Of course not, but…” Brennan didn’t have time to finish his sentence before Killian cut him off anger, his words venomous and spiteful.

“It’s clear you cannot help me with what I need, so stop trying to find ways to bond with me. We are not the same, we never will be. Liam might have forgiven you for breaking our mother’s heart, but you would have to really sacrifice to win my trust.”

“Is your hatred for me or Neverland right now?” Brennan asked gently, trying to pull his son out of his rage. “Or do you just hate wolves?” he suggested, watching Killian flinch at his words.

Killian looked up at his father, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he ground his teeth once more. He was void of expression, the cold, dark stare he was giving his father full of resentment that he couldn’t control. Killian’s inner wolf was channelling his rage and Emma had unlocked the beast, paving the way for his true nature to reveal itself, and whilst it was a human-like wolf for her, he seemed unable to contain his wolfish humanity right now. Killian had thought he was okay with his father, had thought he understood the reasons behind his departure, but as it turned out, he was no closer to being able to welcome him with open arms than he had first thought.

“The only pureblood I’ve seen you tolerate is Humbert,” Brennan sighed, waving a hand at Killian.

“He saved my life,” Killian growled defensively.

“He’s still a purebred, Killian. A big, bad wolf who has done his fair share of killing for his pack. He might have been your savior, but tell me,” Brennan pried, leaning forward until his elbows were resting on the table. He laced his fingers and licked his lips, eyebrows arching on his forehead. “Do you not see how we are all the same?”

“I’m nothing like you. You made Liam and I without a second thought. If you had cared, you would have just left our mother alone and not forced us into this life.” Killian’s cheeks flushed with his anger, pricking pink under his assaulting words, his voice low and even so only a Were could hear.

“So we’re all monsters,” Brennan surmised sarcastically.

“No, not all pureblood wolves are monsters,” Killian grumbled with a shake of his head.

“Of course,” Brennan nodded with realisation. “The Nolan wolf. Emma.”

“Don’t you say her name,” Killian challenged, looking his father up and down from across the table, sizing up his potential opponent for battle. “Blood doesn’t matter with us…”

“And it didn’t with your mother and I,” Brennan interrupted. “And yet, we were ripped apart. Forced apart by the powers that be, the powers that govern our kind.” Killian shot him another look, nostrils flaring. “Her kind, Killian. She is a pureblood.”

“We’ll find a way to be together,” Killian said defiantly. “I will not fail where you have. I will fight for love.”

“Listen to you. You think Nolan will accept you because his daughter loves you? You’re wrong, Killian, and you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“I’m willing to die for love,” Killian said in a shaky breath, swallowing hard when his own words took him by surprise. “For some of us, love is more powerful than fear.”

“Is that what you think me leaving you, your brother and the woman I loved was?” Brennan snorted a laugh, slamming his hand down on the sticky table surface. “It wasn’t fear, my boy, it was sacrifice. I sacrificed my love, so that you could all survive.” Brennan’s ear tips turned red, something Killian knew that his own did when he was riled. “You may not believe it, but I love you, Killian. You are my son, and I love you.”

Killian was taken back by his father’s words, the air leaving his lungs and his face paling. He had waited his entire life to hear those words from his father, hear them actually spoken to him rather than in a general passing comment from his mother or brother. It shook him. He wasn’t ready to hear it. “Prove it,” he whimpered, his gruff voice shaking as tears pricked at his eyes. Brennan’s silence spoke volumes and Killian licked his lips, sucking in a defeated breath.

Killian pushed himself to his feet, stopping to look upon his father who was staring at his empty glass in contemplation. Of what Killian didn’t know, but he had given him enough of his time. He needed to get back to Emma, back to Liam’s loft and be with her, to make sure she was safe. He felt like only he could keep her safe but before he could make a move to exit the pub, his father grabbed his forearm and halted him in his tracks.

“Wait,” Brennan said desperately, flicking his gaze up to Killian with pleading eyes. The conflict on Brennan’s features made him frown and Killian titled his head curiously. “There is a plan,” Brennan began, his voice hushed. He tugged on Killian’s arm until his son sat back in his chair, just as Liam arrived back to the table with three fresh rums.

“What plan?” Liam asked dumbly, repeating the tail end of the conversation he had just walked in on.

“Hush, boy,” Brennan whispered gruffly, pulling Liam into his seat too. He leaned forward, chin inches from the grimy table top and both Liam and Killian mirrored his actions. “There is a plan to attack Misthaven,” he admitted, casting a glance around the bar in case they had been followed.

“What? When?” Killian demanded, sitting back up with panic in his eyes. If Misthaven was to be attacked, Emma had to know.

“Soon,” Brennan told him. “I’m sorry, that’s all I know.”

“And how can we trust a Neverland wolf?” Killian growled, wrinkling his nose in disgust and shooting Liam a glance. “After everything.”

“Killian, I didn’t know! Do you think I would have let him do those things to you if I had known you were his target?” Brennan bellowed, exasperated. “Walsh’s orders were to find the Nolan bitch but he got caught up in revenge. He has never stopped talking about how he would kill the wolf who gave him that scar.” Brennan's lips twitched into a proud smile that quickly faded away when he realised what he had said, and to who. “I didn’t mean…”

“Emma should know,” Liam insisted, distracting Killian from berating his father for his choice of words. Liam’s hand on his shoulder shook him roughly and he was confused for a second at Liam’s words. “She should go back to Misthaven.”

Killian snorted a laugh. “You’d both like that, wouldn’t you?”

“To warn her family!” Liam told him, irritated. “Family is important, Killian.” Liam stared at him, his blue eyes flecked with grey that spoke to years of knowledge that Killian would only hope to acquire. Liam was older and he had lived more, loved more and lost more than anyone he knew. “It’s why you can’t go with her,” Liam shook his head defiantly. “You have to warn her and then stay away, lie low.”

“Like hell I will!” Killian barked.

“He’s right,” Brennan piped up. “You will not be welcome at Misthaven. The alpha will kill you because of what you are. You’ll never be accepted.”

Killian looked between the two men, both fatigued and haggard, the lines on their faces from a combination of the sun and long years of worrying. Brennan most likely always worried about Killian, always wondering if he had survived his first change as Liam had. Wondering if he was as strong. Liam had aged through worrying for his brother, watched him try to find out who he was through fight after fight until his brawl with Walsh opened his eyes to his true nature. Killian had nearly killed Walsh that night, teeth stained red with blood as they had fled and Killian simply smiling with an arrogance that showed exactly how close his wolf nature was to taking over. It had chilled Liam to the bone at what his brother was capable of.

“I’ll take my chances at Misthaven. Can’t be as bad as what Neverland did to me,” he said sadly.

“Jesus, Killian,” Liam scolded. “Now is not the time to be stubbornly blinded by love, or lust, or whatever Emma’s heat is doing to you.”

“I’m not,” Killian bit out again.

“Then drop the hero complex and see sense!” Liam pleaded.

“This isn’t about being a hero, it’s about doing the right thing.” Killian pushed himself to his feet once more and straightened his jacket. “If you want to help, you’ll find out exactly when the attack is,” Killian said to his father, who nodded in agreement. “And help Graham get Ruby and Davin to a safe place,” he said to Liam. “If we can warn Misthaven before the attack, we could be spared.”

“This is madness,” Liam sighed into his hands, dragging his hands down his face. “David Nolan will never spare a mongrel. He exiled his own brother!”

“I have to try,” Killian said sadly, giving his brother a tight lipped smile.

Emma was beginning to worry. Killian had been gone for over three hours, talking with his father and Liam in a nearby pub. It was within walking distance but anything could’ve happened to him on his way back. Were they ambushed? Had Walsh finally found them? And why, after so long, had her lust not dissipated? Wolf heats were only supposed to last a few days at most, but it seemed Emma’s was hanging around.

And this time it was more intense than any before. It was definitely because of Killian, Emma had no doubt. From the second she had laid eyes on him in the bar, she was smitten. Using alcohol to lower their inhibition enough to fuck on his car was nothing, something she had done many times before, only this time it felt different. It felt real, warm, and she never wanted to feel any other way.

They were connected, Emma knew it and so did Killian. Whether they believed in the fates or not, there were just too many coincidences to prove their souls were anything but entwined. Emma could feel Killian all the time, his presence forever there, even when he was not. It calmed her a little to know she still felt him in the world, her heart beating in time with his wherever he happened to be, but her anxiety had been steadily growing as she awaited his return.

And it didn’t help that she was horny as hell.

When she finally heard the click of the door latch, Emma was on her feet and running to the door as fast as her legs would carry her. Killian had barely closed the door behind himself when he turned and was slammed into full force by Emma, all of the breath leaving his lungs from the impact as she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands were in his hair, her mouth sliding against his as he walked them back into the loft, hands cupping her behind and holding her aloft. There wasn’t an inch between their bodies, Emma flattening herself to his chest and moaning against his mouth when her nipples pebbled against the fabric of her blouse, her back arching for more friction and her mouth parting to invite his tongue inside of her own.

Killian’s mind was in a fog. Everything he had meant to tell her had disappeared the second he opened the door and was overpowered by her scent. Emma was everywhere, in every room and he was immediately turned on, his thoughts invaded by their antics earlier that day. He knew his anger from talking to his father would evaporate with her love, love he craved like the air he breathed. He had needed to touch her, needed to feel her, needed to see her, and now she was all over him, saying everything all at once without uttering a single word.

Killian’s legs hit the edge of Liam’s couch and he fell forward, dropping Emma from his grasp, her fingers scraping through Killian’s scruffy beard and her lips tearing from his. She just had the foresight to grab onto his belt, looping her finger behind the leather strap and pulling him with her, his arms flying out to stop his descent so he didn’t crush her. Killian clambered over the couch arm, a sly smirk across his lips as he captured her mouth once more, tongue begging for entry immediately. His hands found the edges of her blouse, buttons flying in all directions when he pulled the opposing sides apart. Emma squeaked in delight.

Eyes closed, her hands threaded through his beard once more; it was longer than when they had met, but not distracting from his stunning good looks one bit. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, but from her current position she was helpless, only able to find his elfish ears and give them a playful tug, her open mouth smile letting a short, salacious laugh escape against his. Killian raised an eyebrow, not breaking the kiss or opening his own eyes, not an ounce of distaste towards the way Emma was abusing his ears. In fact, he kind of liked it.

Killian awkwardly kicked off his boots, letting them fall to the floor beside the couch with the dull thudding sound of rubber against wood. Emma let her hands roam over his skull, fingertips dancing over the chords of his neck and across the width of his shoulders, his eager panting turning her on more than she had ever thought possible. Killian’s hands kneaded her bra clad breasts roughly, thumbs brushing over the hard buds beneath the padded lace and Emma hooked her bare feet into the back of his thighs in response.

Her hands found his belt, the clatter of metal the only sound they could hear other than their breathing, but as she tried to pull it open, Killian grabbed her hands. Emma was confused for a second, about to pull her mouth from his when, with a smirk, Killian raised her arms above her head and crossed them at her wrists, holding them both against the couch with one, powerful hand. Emma let out a little appeased sigh, her lungs screaming for the oxygen that invaded her chest when Killian slid his mouth from hers and began kissing her face.

He kissed her cheek, flushed red from her arousal, the flesh like lava under his lips. His kiss-swollen lips found her ear lobe and when he latched his mouth onto the bulb of flesh, all of the hair on Emma’s neck stood to attention and she arched off the couch with a moan. Her hands grabbed at his, trying to be free but not really at the same time because the sentiment it gave her to be controlled by a more dominant wolf was intoxicating. She bit her bottom lip, hips bucking up into his as he teased his lips down her neck and slid his searing hot tongue across her collarbone, gobbling up her bra strap with his teeth and pulling it over the curve of her shoulder.

Emma gasped, her nipples hardening even more in their padded confines, the material of her bra chafing against the peaks as she writhed and strained against his grip. She whimpered in her throat, swallowing a hard lump down that she had forgotten to until now. Her mouth tasted of Killian, the burn of second-hand rum hitting the heat in her stomach like a firework and igniting the throbbing sensation between her legs.

Finally, with his own guttural growl, Killian rolled his hips and ground his hardening length into the apex of Emma’s thighs. It was like a paradoxical relief for both of them, sating their needs only temporarily, both of them taking a second to let out a breathy sigh. Killian’s grip on Emma’s wrists tightened, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he fought to compose himself with a shudder after inhaling the smell of her skin.

“Exquisite,” Killian hummed, the taste of Emma dancing on his tongue.

Emma turned her head and pressed her lips to his forehead, the only part she could reach and Killian offered her a quick, wolfish grin as he followed the curve of her breast with his mouth, planting delicate kisses to her skin with each of her heaving breaths. He smirked against her skin when she whined in frustration, his nose dipping into the valley of her breasts and inhaling even more of her strong musk, the perspiration that had begun to form there transferring her pheromones directly to his senses.

“I am helpless when you are around, Emma,” Killian told her tenderly. “I could savour you forever.”

He took his time, dragging the tip of his nose across her breasts, from one to the other and back again, inhaling her, tasting her in his mouth from smell alone. He thrust his hips at her again, his other hand skimming down the side of her body until it reached her hip, pushing her into the cushions of the couch when she tried to buck her hips back at him. Emma pouted but then a devilish grin erupted on her face when Killian’s hand found his jeans and popped open the button, pushing his fly down and sighing with relief when his erection finally sprang free from the fold in his boxers.

“There’s my big boy,” Emma purred, tilting her head back up to meet his gaze and biting her lip hungrily. “So much for savouring,” she purred. Killian grinned, his tongue skimming over the ridges of his canines before he surged forward once more and kissed her hard. Emma felt her neck spasm from the force and she could feel the tingle of pins and needles down her elevated arms. Killian must have read her mind because no sooner had she shifted her weight beneath him to relieve the ache, Killian released her arms and moved both his hands to the waistband of her leggings.

“Mine,” he muttered against her lips, his tone dark and feral. It set Emma’s blood on fire and she was lifted effortlessly as he tugged her leggings and her underwear down in one go, his fingernails scraping the skin on her hip and making her cry out.

“I was getting worried,” Emma smirked playfully. “I was scared something had happened.”

“Hmm?” Killian hummed through a daze.

“You were gone so long,” Emma panted, frowning when she realised he had stopped undressing her.

In the next second, Killian was hit with a sudden remorse, remembering the information he had come back to relay to the half naked woman in front of him. The smell of Emma’s arousal, the sweetness like a refreshing, thirst quenching drink, pulled him in, clouding his mind. He was dizzy, drunk on the temptation between her legs already and with a frustrated growl and a last inhale, he stood and tried to ignore the pounding blood in his engorged member.

“What?” Emma asked quickly, concerned, propping herself up on her elbows. Her hair was a mess, wisps of flyaway blonde sticking out in all directions from static and her blouse hanging open loosely. “Killian, what is it?”

“I can’t,” Killian growled to himself, righting himself to his feet and turning from her with a blush. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, tucking himself back into his jeans and ignoring the way his erection still strained against his fly as he rebuttoned them.

“What happened?” Emma pried, pulling the edges of her blouse together to cover her bra. Her skin still buzzed from his touch, but something was wrong, something had happened and for a second she felt guilty about putting her own urges before anything else.

“I…” Killian began, his face turning into a grimace as he tried to will away Emma’s scent. It was everywhere, invading his nostrils like a temptation he feared he could not resist much longer.

Emma lifted her legs and moved to a sit, scooting to the edge of the couch cushion and reaching to the floor, pulling her leggings back on. They would never get any conversation finished like this, her so tightly wound and him even more so. She stood, raking her fingers through her tousled hair and shaking it over her shoulders, moving to him, feet silently padding across the wooden floor.

“Killian?” Emma whispered gently, her hands smoothing over the material of his shirt that covered his back. He gasped, tensing momentarily before he relaxed into her touch, her talented fingertips kneading the ripple of muscles on his shoulders. Emma pressed her lips to his back, the material of his shirt tickling her lips as she kissed his spine, her hands sliding down his arms and her fingers lacing with his. “It’s okay.”

“I can’t think straight,” he grumbled.

“It’s okay,” Emma repeated, soothing his self-directed anger as she wrapped her arms around his slender waist. “Have I worn you out?” She teased, pushing herself onto her tip toes and tucking her chin into the curve of his shoulder.

Killian’s laugh vibrated through her chest as she embraced him, his hands finding hers and holding her to him lovingly. “Not a chance,” he quipped. “I have something to tell you and I think it would be better received if we were clothed.”

“Oh?” Emma pulled back a little, heels hitting the floor with a thump as she arched her brow. “Will it lead to more enjoyable activities?” Emma teased, her smile lighting up her face only briefly before Killian turned in her arms and she felt the pang of sadness he was emitting.

“Not this time, love,” Killian admitted sadly. He took her hands in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles and watching the motion of his digits intently.

He was nervous, but more than that, he was petrified of the words he was about to say. Emma would want to return home to warn her family, he knew that much was a fact, but he wasn’t sure how she would react to the news that he had already decided to go with her. He knew it was a death sentence, his brother’s warnings had not fallen on deaf ears, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was Emma, his half of the moon, and making sure she stayed shining as bright as she could.

Killian knew, with all his heart, Emma’s light would burn out if her father died. It was why he was willing to sacrifice his own life for hers. His life for her happiness. Killian knew he would never forgive himself if he didn’t tell Emma about the plot to attack Misthaven. She had a right to know, to be given the chance to stop it, and he would be there, fighting at her side, regardless of if he were welcome or not.

“What is it?” Emma asked worried, searching his face. “Killian, you can tell me anything,” she assured him softly, her hand reaching up to trace the outline of his brow, easing the tension.

He let out a nervous laugh, avoiding her gaze again. “I’m not sure there is any easy way to say this,” he faltered, swallowing hard.

“Killian, you’re scaring me,” Emma said, her face paling.

“It’s Misthaven,” Killian said, the word on his tongue already like the seal on his fate. “Neverland plans to attack Misthaven. James means to kill your father, Emma.” Killian looked up finally, Emma’s pupils wide and the edges of her eyes watery with tears that threatened to spring from her eyelids.

“How do you know?” She managed weakly.

“My father,” Killian told her with a slight hint of aggression. “He is trying to make amends, prove he loves me,” Killian bit out, the term of endearment striking anger into his heart. Emma gave him a confused look, her head shaking a little as she tried to fathom his words. “It doesn’t matter,” Killian dismissed his rant with a shake of his head. “I came to tell you as soon as I found out.”

“When?” Emma managed, dazed with anxiety.

“We don’t know,” Killian admitted sadly.

“You don’t know?” Emma screeched, stepping from his embrace and running her hands through her hair. She paced away from him, Killian’s heart-shattering.

“My father is trying to find out,” Killian assured her, trying to appease her stress.

“Can we trust him?” Emma spun back to face him and he answered her with silence. He had been asking himself the same question all day. “He is a Neverland wolf, right? Why would he tell us something like this?”

“I can only assume he feels guilty,” Killian shrugged, moving towards her and catching her as she paced past him. He wrapped her up in his arms, holding her to his chest and that was all Emma needed for the dam of sorrow to burst, hot, fat tears spilling down her cheeks. She buried her face against Killian’s chest, clutching the material of his shirt, her hands shaking as sobs wracked her body.

“This is my fault,” she cried.

“What? Absolutely not!” Killian told her firmly. “This isn’t and will never be your fault, Emma, you hear me?” He pulled her from his chest, clutching her face in his hands and dipping his head until he caught her gaze. Emma clutched his hands to her face, suddenly child-like and weak, and Killian titled his head sideways sympathetically. “You hear me?” He repeated softly, offering her a twitch of a smile when she finally met his gaze.

Emma nodded. Killian had the ability to calm her instantly, smoothing out the tension in her bones with a single action. It could be his touch, or his smile but it was always him. Part of Emma’s sadness was the realisation that their romance was now no longer fun, the true nature of their dangerous liaison hitting her like a truck. If she wanted to stay with Killian, she could, but they would forever be looking over their shoulders for Walsh or the Neverland pack. If she returned to Misthaven she would have to do so alone and she wasn’t sure which option scared her the most.

“I can’t lose you,” Emma sniffed, her hand sliding from his and flattening over his chest. Killian’s heart was racing in his chest, she could feel it thundering against her palm, because he was thinking exactly the same thing.

“You won’t,” he said softly, his voice cracking.

“I have to go home,” Emma whimpered.

“I know,” Killian barely whispered back, his forehead resting against hers. She let out another heart wrenching cry and his closed his eyes, fighting back his own tears that would stain his face at any second. He took a breath, the air between their faces minimal and with shaky lips, tilted his head and planted a soft kiss to Emma’s lips. “I’m coming with you.”

“What? No!” Emma cried. Killian nodded, holding her forearms as she tried to step back away from him once more.

“I’m coming with you to help your father,” he told her, affirming the fear on her face.

“Killian…” Emma began, shocked.

“I know,” he said softly, licking his lips. “But I can’t let you go alone. When the time comes, I have to come with you.”

“But, my father.” Emma didn’t have to say anything else because they both knew what it meant for him to even set foot on Misthaven land, let alone show up with the heir on his arm.

“It will be okay,” Killian lied, forcing a weak smile. “Family is important. I can’t in good conscience risk yours knowing I could have done something.”

“So is love,” Emma said on a breathy sigh. “Our love is important.” Her lower lip trembled as she looked up to him with wide eyes, blurry and filled with tears that never seemed to end. Dark lines stained her face and Killian cupped her cheeks in his hands, brushing away the fallen droplets with his thumbs.

“Our love is the most important thing in my life,” Killian told her tenderly, fingers tucking some stray hairs behind her ear.

“So stay here,” Emma pleaded. “Please. I’ll come for you when I’ve warned my father.”

Killian appreciated her attempts at trying to find a solution, but he had already been over the scenarios a thousand times in his head, and there was no situation he could think of where David Nolan accepted him. Not a single one.

“We both know your father will never let you return to me,” Killian sighed sadly.

Emma’s sobs began again and she threw herself into his arms, hand finding the back of his head and pulling his face to hers. She crushed her lips to his fiercely, kissing him desperately as even more tears fell down her face. He kissed her back, his despair etched into his cheeks by his own tears, lips quivering against hers. There was so much emotion in their kiss but they moved slowly, lips sliding gently with passion, breaths hitching from their sobbing like they might never get another chance.

“He’ll kill you,” Emma whimpered, her voiced lace with the most sadness Killian had ever heard.

“He can try,” Killian teased lightly, his lips curving into a small smile. Emma pressed her mouth to his again, tongue tasting the seam of his lips, memorising the texture and feel of them against her own.

“Is this what the dream means?” Emma cried, breaking the kiss but pressing her face to his. “The names on the tombstones? Are they ours?” Killian brushed his knuckles down the side of her cheek, shaking his head.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Killian promised faithfully. “And I’ll be with you. Forever.”

“I love you,” Emma whispered on a sigh.

“And I you.” Killian kissed her again, long and slow, but he hated the fact that whilst he had promised he would always be with her, he didn’t know if he would be alive or just a memory in her heart.

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Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) - CS Werewolf AU - Ch 20

itle: Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) by @artistic-writer artwork by @cocohook38 & @artistic-writer

Rating: E (overall rating) for explicit sexual content, language and themes throughout. Trigger warnings will follow and be added as they are needed to avoid spoilers.

Art by @cocohook38 - Poster - Emma - David - Killian - James - Walsh - Graham - Liam - Brennan - Ruby

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A/N: Slight delay with this one - sorry guys! This chapter is a little bit of lightheartedness in the gloom. I thought you guys deserved a little :)

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Not long after their conversation, Killian had heard from his father, who assured them both that he would know the time and date of the attack before the end of the day. He was confident it was not imminent. The Neverland wolves were not ready, still training all day and all night, and James was predictable anyway. Brennan had said that he always let the wolves go out the night before an attack, to blow off steam and prepare themselves, but so far had not instructed them to do so.

“So, we have tonight,” Killian told Emma softly, his eyes flitting over her figure as she sat on the other end of Liam’s couch. They had tried to stay apart as much as possible, restraining themselves, and he offered her a small smile when she caught him looking at her. “By tomorrow my father will know more and we can head back to Misthaven.”

“Only tonight?” Emma said sadly.

Killian nodded, giving her a short nod. “Don’t worry, we’ll make the most of it.”

“Don’t talk like this is our last night together,” Emma said curtly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” Killian began, but Emma cut him off with one of her adorable rants.

“Because this isn’t, Jones. I swear, if you think I am willing to give up what makes my heart feel so complete, you have another thing coming.” Emma exhaled hard, a pink tinge to her cheeks.

“You’re cute when you rant,” Killian told her with a smile, the distance between them still too large.

“I mean it,” Emma told him firmly, sinking further into the cushions. They enveloped her body like a pseudo hug, a poor substitute for the wolf two seats over, but it was all she could endure right now. It wasn’t just Killian who was fighting his urges, but they had agreed that if they worked together, they could manage. Maybe.

“Emma,” Killian said her name like it was everything, and she met his sympathetic gaze with a sigh. “We have to be realistic. We both know what’s going to happen when we go to Misthaven, so if tonight is all we have, we need to make it count.”

“As good as the sex is,” Emma smirked, her lips curving into a grin as she recalled the feeling of having Killian over every inch of her body. “I don’t want our time together to be a reminder of what we could potentially lose.”

“I understand,” Killian nodded in agreement, wetting his lips with his tongue. Emma was right. Again. He had to live in the now and stop treating their future like it wasn’t going to happen at all.

“I just want to spend time with you, like a normal couple, cuddling, playing games, just…” Emma blew out a breath, her frustration evident.

“I know,” Killian agreed tenderly.

“Now I know you are half human, I am almost in love with the idea of getting to know that side just as much as I am in love with your wolf.” Emma flopped her head back and rolled it sideways, catching Killian watching her babble with a reassuring smile.

“I’m a very boring human,” Killian told her affectionately, leaning his elbow on the back of Liam’s plush couch and resting his head on his hand. His fingers flexed in the back of his hair, lightly scratching his head.

“Is it too much to ask the universe to give us this one break?” Emma growled, ignoring his attempts at easing her anxiety, head rolling back on the couch and her eyes pinching closed.

“No, love,” Killian interjected gently. Emma looked back over to him and he gave her that boyish smile again that made her melt. “So cute when you rant,” he repeated, his grin widening and his cheeks almost touching his eyes.

“I’m still not happy,” Emma grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. She had replaced her blouse with one of Liam’s old t-shirts due to their earlier haste in disrobing, and Killian had promised to replace her clothes when everything was over with. Emma dearly wished to believe him but was struggling to accept his nonchalant attitude.

“It will be okay,” Killian promised her yet again, desperate to reach out for her hand. “Though I’m not happy about the length of this couch,” he smirked, casting a furiously aggravated glance over the offending cushions between them.

“Killian, we can’t,” Emma half whined, half laughed, hating the words as they left her mouth. “You can’t control yourself,” she accused with a playful grin.

“I can’t control myself?” He laughed. “Might I remind you that my back is still throbbing from how hard you jumped me when I got back earlier.” Emma blushed under his stare.

“This is absolutely the worst time to be in heat,” she huffed, dropping her gaze to her legs, tucked up close to her body in an attempt to make herself as small as possible.

“I wish I could help,” Killian said gently, his hand twitching beside his body and fingers flexing out towards hers.

“You could try being a little more unattractive,” Emma teased.

Killian gasped, raising an eyebrow at her and then, unable to resist any longer, he crept along the length of the couch on his knees. He supported his weight with his hand on the back of the furniture, inhaling Emma’s musk as he neared her, her divine flavor like a fragrant flower in his nostrils. “I am wounded,” he grinned, shaking his head, sinking down beside her and resting a hand to the curve of her thigh. It wasn’t much, but it was enough contact to fend off the wolf for now. “I could say the same thing about you. Even your wolf form would help ease my temptation.”

Emma narrowed her eyes at him, poking the inside of her cheek as she contemplated his words. He was right, either way they did it. If one of them was in wolf form, and the other in human form, the pull would be easier to control. Humans were not inherently attracted to canines and vice versa. It was the perfect plan. Killian spied her face, deep in thought, and twisted his mouth into a pout.

“What did I say?” He quizzed her suspiciously. His other hand found the back of her head, stroking through her tresses automatically, his fingertips brushing the soft skin of her neck through her locks. “What are you thinking?”

“Wolf form!” Emma said simply, slapping her legs. She jumped to her feet, watched by a confused Killian who was pushed aside. She stalked to the bedroom and he waited on the couch, hearing a muffled commotion. He shuffled to the edge of the seat, feet bobbing on the floor, ready to accept her explanation, but instead, he was met with silence.

“Emma?” Killian called out, his voice uncertain.

The silence was broken suddenly by the gentle tapping on nails on the hardwood floor, the only sound that gave Emma away as she approached the door frame. She peered around the jamb, ears pricked high on her head and if Killian didn’t know any better he would say she was blushing at him, nervously avoiding stepping out into the lounge. She gave him a look, a questioning glance that had him relaxing instantly, dipping her head in submission of his next words.

“Much better,” he told her, arm extended out towards her and his shoulders relaxing as the need to ravage her all but disappeared.

Emma began to wag her tail, ears folding flat on her head as she approached him, eager to finally feel his hands on her skin. Killian obliged instantly, digging his fingers into her pelt until he felt the warmth of her skin on his, raking his nails through her fur as he stroked her with nothing but affection. Emma’s fur was soft on his digits, softer than any wolf pelt he had ever known, and it danced with a mixture of hues that made her even more beautiful in wolf form.

Emma nuzzled her head into his hands like a pet dog who hadn’t seen its owner for a time, a happy, puppy-like whine escaping her maw as he obliged her request for contact and petted her lovingly. She felt all of her worries leave her, every thought of home and her family fading away into nothing. She would return home, and it would be soon, but for right now, she was exactly where she needed to be.

“We need food,” Killian suddenly exclaimed. Much to her annoyance, Killian stopped stroking his fingers through her fur and Emma sat back on her haunches, cocking her head to one side. “Liam has no food in this place,” he told her and as he rose to his feet, she skidded backwards against the gripless flooring, eager to avoid getting stepped on.

Killian made his way to the kitchen to confirm what he had already known and Emma trotted after him obediently. Killian pulled open every cupboard, mumbling to himself about his good for nothing brother as he found a drawer stuffed full of nothing but takeout menus, whilst Emma sat at the threshold to the kitchen and watched him intently. He slammed the drawer closed and looked over to her wolf form as he sighed, her ears stiffening to alert when he did so.

“We could go shopping?” he offered and Emma gave him a disgruntled whine. “Of course,” he agreed in realistation. She wouldn’t be able to go inside with him but the idea of a huge, wolf like dog creature accompanying him to the local store was tickling him. “You could sit outside and wait?” he suggested and Emma leapt to her feet, growling low in protest of his idea. “Come on,” he coaxed, stepping towards her. “I’ll be quick. In and out. We won’t be gone long.”

Killian’s playful grin had Emma barking at him, her deep, canine boom telling him in no uncertain terms how she hated his idea already. She spun in a circle, tail swishing over the length of her spine, jaws agape as she panted at him with an exaggerated sigh.

“Maybe not for you,” he shrugged, answering her question without falter. “But I’ll be having fun.”

Emma barked again, a grumbling growl following her bay. Killian moved in front of her, sinking to his knee and ruffling his hands through the ruff of fur around her neck. She licked her lips, avoiding his eye contact as he tried to hold her gaze. Her green eyes shone so vibrantly in her wolf form that he was lost for a second, simply staring into her almond shaped eyes. Emma gruffly wiggled from his grasp again, her annoyance very telling as she hopped out of his reach.

“Okay, I’ll go alone,” Killian told her, relenting to her reluctance.

Emma barked at him again, her tone more high pitched and desperate. She didn’t stop, her squeaky yapping like that of a much smaller animal. Killian looked at her and sighed, planting his hands on his hips and his brow knitting together in confusion when she finally stopped and sat down in front of him once more and began pawing at his knee over and over.

“Alright, alright, I won’t go alone.” Emma stopped her clawing, huge paw resting on his knee, tilting her head to one side again, her tail halting it's waving over her back. “You can be my protection,” he smiled at her, watching her jump to her feet and spin on the spot excitedly.

Emma took off towards the door like a domestic dog about to go for a walk, nudging the door handle with her nose and looking back to the man following her. Killian stopped by the couch to pull on his boots, still sitting at the side of the furniture where he had discarded them, and listened to Emma’s whine by the exit. She lifted a leg and began clawing at the door, finally lifting herself onto her hind legs and pounding the door handle with an onslaught of powerful hits.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Killian teased as he reached the door and she stopped, dropping to all fours and giving him a cheeky, wolfish grin. He looked at the claw marks in the door, clearly freshly made, and winced, smoothing his hand over the gouge marks with a chuckle. Liam was going to kill him. “I’m sure he won’t even notice,” he shrugged, pulling the door open and letting Emma rush past him out of the loft.

Emma had never walked down the street as a wolf before, let alone in broad daylight. She stuck to Killian’s side, her shoulders brushing his thigh each time he put one foot in front of the other, her tongue lolling out to one side. There were humans everywhere, more than she had anticipated, and she kept a close eye on everyone as they passed. Not that she really had to. They all seemed very interested in the handsome man walking his overly large shepherd like dog.

When they reached the store on the corner, less than two blocks from Liam’s loft, a familiar face appeared in front of them. It was a woman; Emma recognised her from when she had passed them on the other side of the street, who had taken it upon herself to drag her near elderly mother and her small, inquisitive child over to their side of the street. She was older than Killian but it clearly didn’t bother her as she made her way towards them, having already double back on herself to get another look at Killian.

Emma emitted a low growl and Killian turned instantly, first in anticipation of finding a Neverland wolf, but then calming when he noticed it was just a threesome of human females, Emma’s growl one of jealousy. He smirked, straightening his back and tucking one hand into his pocket as the other caressed Emma’s skull, his fingers kneading her head gently.

“Easy,” he teased and Emma looked up to give him a deadpan stare. He was faking a smile, a very human trait, and as they came closer, the high pitched squeal of the small child, no older than about six, pierced through Emma’s ears.

“OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THE DOG!” She screeched, tugging her mother’s hand towards Emma.

“Now, honey, that’s not how you approach a dog,” the grandmother said, giving Emma a wary glance. She looked her over, peering through the glasses balanced on the end of her nose. “Especially one so big,” she commented idly, her eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry,” the mother apologised to Killian, suddenly forgetting she should be watching her child and letting the girls hand slip from hers. She changed her body language instantly, leaning casually on one hip, tossing her curled, brown hair over her shoulder with a flick of her wrist. “She saw your dog and wanted to come and say hi. I hope that is okay?” She wondered out loud.

“Of course,” Killian smiled, scratching behind Emma’s ear with a single finger. She looked up to him and huffed a breath, sitting down on the blazing hot pavement and beginning to pant. “She’s very friendly.”

“What’s her name?” The little girl asked quickly, her face inches from Emma’s as she studied the ‘big dog’ in front of her, a little reluctant to actually get too close.

“Emma,” Killian said sweetly, and Emma tilted her head to give him another look. The bastard was enjoying this.

“Aww, that’s adorable,” the mother said again, not taking her eyes from the man in front of her. Emma watched as her gaze flickered up and down his torso, her bottom lip, bright pink from her lipstick almost too obvious as it rolled under her teeth.

“Isn’t she?” Killian looked down at his companion again, giving her a wink.

“What breed is she?” The grandmother asked suspiciously.

“A lupine hybrid,” Killian grinned. It wasn’t a lie.

“Like with a wolf?” The little girl took a step back, pulling her hands to her chest.

“Yeah, like a wolf,” Killian nodded.

“Is she dangerous?” the old lady questioned dubiously.

“Will she bite?” the little girl asked at the same time.

“No,” he chuckled, shaking his head. The little girl watched in fascination as Killian leaned forward, rubbing his hands over the side of Emma’s massive head and smoothing his fingers down the side of her muzzle. He wrapped his fingers around her snout, tipping her head backwards and planting a very human kiss to her nose with an audible smack. “She’s a good girl,” he cooed, putting on a baby voice and crushing his lips to the side of her softly furred muzzle.

“Does she do any tricks?” The little girl asked quickly, her rapid fire questions starting to grate on Emma. She hoped, pleading with her eyes, that Killian would say no. As much fun as he was having, she was not, and her ears sagged a little on her head.

“Sweetie, of course she doesn’t,” the mother laughed, a fake chortle tumbling out of her throat in a high pitched screech. It was awful, the most painful sound Emma had ever heard, but her discomfort was short lived and replaced with jealousy when the mother casually laid her hand on Killian’s bicep. “Right, Mr…?” she prompted, feeling the curve of his muscle through his shirt.

His gaze dropped to the woman’s hand on his arm and he suddenly felt more than uncomfortable. He blushed, much to the mother’s amusement it seemed, and she gave him a hungry grin. Before he had time to respond, the woman was barged out of the way as Emma jumped up at Killian and protectively rested her paws on his shoulders. She wagged her tail, more for show, and Killian planted his hands on her ribcage, stroking them through her fur.

“See, even the dog thinks you’re a slut, Janice,” the grandmother quipped spitefully with a roll of her eyes.

“Mom!” she screeched, her cheeks pinking.

“Don’t worry, girl,” Killian said gently, stroking the sides of Emma’s face and ignoring the domestic squabble between the women. “I only have eyes for you.” Emma’s tail began another rhythmic wag and Killian smiled at her longingly. He knew she understood him, felt her heart as if it were his own, and he also understood her frustration with this situation. “In and out,” he told her softly, letting her push off his shoulders as she jumped down to the floor.

“Can I pet her?” the small girl said, looking up to Killian a little more confidently now that he had been so close to the huge dog’s mouth.

“Sure,” Killian smirked. “I’m just popping inside, but feel free.”

The small girl almost squealed with glee, her grandmother waiting with her as her mother stalked Killian into the store. The automatic doors slid open and a wave of cool air flooded out toward where Emma sat, her neck craning to watch her mate disappear around the corner with another woman.

Emma felt helpless. There could be anyone inside, and Killian could be in real danger without her, but to keep under the radar, she was relegated to acting the part of his pet in broad daylight. She hadn’t minded until the woman known as ‘Janice’ had put her hands on him, putting Emma in a positional dilemma. She couldn’t growl, the old lady already had her under a keen observation, clearly not buying Killian’s hybrid story.

“He won't be long,” the little girl assured her innocently. She patted Emma on the head hard, a little too hard, her stiffened hand smoothing the fur between Emma’s ears awkwardly. “Maybe he’ll get you a treat,” she smiled.

Emma whined, a canine reaction she couldn’t stop as she felt suddenly empty. Was this what it felt like to dogs when humans left their pets unattended? It was awful, the whole world disappearing from her mind. All she could focus on was Killian inside a store with a strange woman drooling over him like he were a piece of meat. God, she hated humans sometimes.

“Don’t cry,” the little girl soothed, her chubby little fingers sliding down to Emma’s neck. The girl was sweet, her chubby cheeks actually a little adorable and Emma took her eyes off the doors for a second to look at her. The girl seemed to like that and grinned back, a broad gap-toothed grin that would have had human Emma laughing joyfully. Her tail swished against the ground and she lifted her paw, offering it to the little girl who struggled to grab it with two hands. “A trick!” the little girl screamed at her grandmother who was busy chatting to another woman her own age. “She did a trick!”

“Yeah, honey, that’s great,” she droned, not turning around once.

Emma felt sorry for the girl. She was excited to find something she really had a passion for, in this case, dogs, and it seemed that no one in her life shared her enthusiasm. Emma wondered if she had a pet at home, but surmised most likely not. The little girl was dressed like a pageant contestant, wearing a little pink dress that was far too short for her, glittery shoes and her hair in tightly curled pigtails. She looked the epitome of uncomfortable and Emma, for a split second, understood her clear need to please her family at her own emotional expense.

The little girl dropped her head and Emma’s paw, unable to hold it up any longer, and Emma noticed immediately that her smile had faded away. Her hand found Emma’s fur again, tussling the hairs around her neck slowly, as if in thought, and Emma shifted her seated weight forward until she was almost touching the little girl’s face. The little girl looked at her, directly into Emma’s vibrant green eyes and without any prompting, launched at the canine before her.

Emma had never been hugged in wolf form by a human before, but she had heard that the human race found comfort in animals. Dogs especially were supposed to be relaxing, a good source of relief when feeling frustrated, and she had heard that studies showed that stroking a dog could lower a human’s blood pressure. Emma felt the little girl sigh, burying her face into the reddish hairs around Emma’s neck, clutching her pelt in her little fingers.

Just as the little girl and Emma parted, the automatic doors slid open and Killian walked out. He nudged his head sideways, motioning for Emma to follow him quickly and when she jumped to her feet, she noticed that there was no Janice in tow. Somehow, Kilian had managed to ditch the cougar of a woman somewhere in the store and had made a speedy exit after paying for his popcorn and an overly large dog bone.

Emma trotted alongside him, her gait quickened to match his strides, tongue lolling out of one side of her mouth. She looked up at him and he gave her a look of desperation, silently pleading her with his eyes to hurry away from the store as quickly as her legs would carry her. When they rounded the corner, into the shadow of the opposing building, Killian slowed a little and began to laugh.

“I know too much about Janice,” he laughed nervously, rolling his eyes at Emma. She barked playfully, bouncing beside him as he cast one last glance over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get back to the loft, before she works out I’m gone.”

Their walk home had been uneventful and even though the sight of a huge hound accompanying a handsome man was the stuff of many a women’s daydream, they made it back to Liam’s loft without further incident. Emma was relieved to get in the door, nudging it open with her snout and out of Killian’s hand as he clutched at the groceries that threatened to fall from his arms.

“Hey!” He scolded her lightly, catching the door before it hit the wall behind as it swung open. Liam was already going to be annoyed about the door, they didn’t need to add a hole in the wall to his list of things he was going to invoice them for. “Easy,” Killian said softly and Emma raised a wolf eyebrow in his direction, shaking dramatically. Tiny bits of broken fur danced around her, sinking down to the floor unnoticed.

He laughed, shutting the door behind him and making his way through to the kitchen area. He deposited the popcorn and unnecessarily large ham bone on the counter, smirking when he remembered what he had purchased. He held it up, the smell of oven baked jerky style meat filling his nostrils. Emma cocked her head sideways, giving him a knowing look.

“I had to buy something for you,” he sympathised, looking a bit sheepish. “Janice was adamant.” Emma groaned, her maw closing and her ears flopping sideways when she tilted her head in the other direction. “You’re right,” Killian agreed with her ‘really?’ stare, spinning on his heels and stepping on the pedal to Liam’s trash can. The lid flew open and he tossed the bone in the trash. “Bad form, but don’t worry, I got you popcorn too.”

The sound of rustling packets echoed through the loft as Killian made his way to the couch. He toed off his boots near to the couch, popcorn and beer in his hands and inched past Emma’s wolf form, sinking onto the couch cushions with a flop. He leaned forward and grabbed the remote from the coffee table between them and the TV, Liam’s modest wall mounted flat screen turning on with a buzz.

“So, I didn’t know if you’d want salt, sweet, or salt and sweet,” Killian said quickly, indicating each of the flavours of popcorn as he fell back into the cushions. Emma sniffed at each, not really knowing, pushing at the crunchy sounding bags with her nose. She gave him a trusting look, the warm green of her eyes something he could gaze upon all evening, and heaved a sigh. She didn’t know, having never tried anything but her mother’s simple buttered popcorn that she always found bland and tasteless. “That’s what I thought you’d say, so we’ll just try all three.”

Killian patted the couch cushion beside him and without hesitation, Emma jumped into the space. The previously semi solid block of foam gave under her weight, dipping the seat where her feet were and making the couch frame creak. Ignoring her attempts to get comfy beside him, Killian reached for one of the bags of popcorn, pulling the edges and enjoying the buttery smell as it burst open.

“Salt first,” he told her, diving his hand into the bag and pulling out a single piece of the popped corn. Emma had sat beside him by now, arranging her tail so it was beside her and not crushed at the back of the cushions, and she watched the yellow piece of corn come her way. Killian held it out to her as she sniffed at it, her nose twitching from side to side, licking it tentatively before she nibbled on the tiny piece comically.

Killian laughed at her antics, rolling the piece around in his fingertips. “You have to eat the whole thing,” he told her sweetly and Emma shook her head, snorting her disgust. “No? Not a fan of salt?” Killian arched his brow and Emma swiped at it, slapping her huge padded paw into his hand and sending the offending piece of popcorn flying to the floor. Killian laughed, bopping her nose playfully. “Let’s try sweet then. I know you have a sweet tooth, love.”

He rolled the top of the salted bag down, sealing it closed with the provided sticker. Then he reached for the next bag, the sweet one, and as he pulled the top edges apart, the smell of lightly roasted caramel and sugar filled their senses. Emma’s tail began a thumping motion against the couch in her excitement and Killian’s lips twitched into a coy smirk. “Careful, love,” he teased, using a crooked finger to tickle under her chin. “You’re drooling.”

Emma smacked her lips together, tongue swiping around her maw as if she had been denied food her entire life. It never ceased to fascinate Killian how, in wolf form, despite being mostly human, there were just some canine quirks and urges a werewolf could never hide. Emma flopped down onto her belly, her elbows sinking into the gap between the couch cushions and rested her head on Killian’s lap. He moved the bag, looking down at her pleading eyes.

“Oh, Emma,” he said with an accusatory tone. “Don’t look at me like that!” His voice was smooth, like he was talking to a child, and he all but begged her to stop her dejected dog routine. “Here,” he relented, stuffing a hand into the bag and pulling it out laden with the sweet treat. Emma jumped back up into a sit, a soft whine escaping her maw as she panted enthusiastically and waited for Killian’s hand to reach her face, already in love with sweet popcorn from the smell alone, but gobbling it down just to make sure.

“I think sweet popcorn is a winner,” Killian told her with a chuckle, Emma’s tongue swishing around her whiskers for any last trace of the sugary coating that may have stuck there.

The evening wore on, Killian in human form and Emma in wolf form, both of them enjoying each others company but the threat that loomed over Misthaven weighing heavy on both their minds. With Emma in wolf form, it made it easy for Killian to focus, strategize and make sure he was ready. There would be no room for error, during the battle or after, and should he survive the former, he was almost certain he would not survive the latter.

The TV flickered from the images alone, the sound shut completely off as he lay the length of the couch and stared blankly at the images in front of him. Emma was asleep, moulded to the contours of his body in her wolf guise, almost the same length as Killian was on the couch. She was heavy but he did not mind, enjoying the heft of her body as she gently snored. One of Killian’s hands was behind his head, propping it up further than the single pillow he was lying on would allow, and the other was idling in Emma’s fur.

Killian hadn’t even realised he was stroking Emma until she sighed in her sleep, letting out a groan. He watched her twitch, eyelids flickering under her eyelids and her lips curling into a snarl every so often. She huffed, blowing air out of the side of her lips with a puppy like squeak that made Killian wonder what she was dreaming of and if she was okay. He knew the dream world as a wolf was different to that of humans, mainly consisting of images of running and predatory behaviours, but he couldn’t help but ponder if the dream they shared was currently plaguing his love.

“Shhh,” he soothed, pulling her velvet soft ear through his fingers, stroking the extremity in a gentle motion. He repeated his action when Emma’s claws flexed into his shoulders, a sure sign she was distressed in her reverie. “Shh, Emma, I’m right here,” he whispered to her tenderly, lips almost touching her ear. Her fur tickled at his mouth and Emma let out an almighty sigh, stilling on his chest.

She stirred, not waking, but moved to nudge her snout further up under his chin. She curled her body in tighter, tucking her tail between her back legs and she did so with a stiffening stretch, relaxing back into her sleep a second later. Killian’s eyes fluttered closed, his eyelids heavy from lack of sleep and simply unable to stay awake any longer, he drifted off as well.

The groan Emma emitted as she shifted back to her human form roused Killian from his sleep. The loft was pitch black, the TV long since having turned itself off, and there was no sound from the street outside. Not that he wouldn’t have heard the unmistakable sound of a shift, or even just Emma’s soft whimpers as she transformed back into a human, gloriously naked and still sprawled out over his chest.

It took him a few seconds to focus his watery gaze and when he did, Emma was staring back at him with a subtle pink tinge to her cheeks. Her chin rested on his chest, her golden hair like the paradox of sunshine at midnight tumbling down the sides of her head and framing her beautiful face. He gave her a welcoming smile, reassuring her instantly that her shift hadn’t hurt him in any way or embarrassed him.

“Hi,” she whispered softly, raking her hand through her hair and rolling the joints of her shoulders this way and then that until the bones cracked under her skin.

“Hey,” Killian whispered back and before he had time to do anything else, his hand had found the luxury of Emma’s skin, ghosting over her ribcage and coming to a rest on her hip. “I missed you,” he smirked. Emma was naked, and as much as he was trying, her scent was invasive and his body stirred to life at the exact moment his brain registered her aroma on his tongue.

“I’ve been right here,” Emma told him coyly, raising her eyebrow at him. She shifted her weight until she was sitting upright and across his hips, her hands planted firmly on his t-shirt clad chest, and the seam of his jeans rubbing against her bare sex. It made her nipples tighten into hard nubs on her perfectly shaped breasts and Killian couldn’t help but notice, biting his bottom lip.

“Not like this,” he declared, arousal clear in his voice. His eyes followed his hands as they skated over her skin, memorising every inch of her flesh like he might never see it again. The jutting of her hips caught his attention and he kneaded the slightly spongy skin there, his fingernails leaving light indents in her skin. “I like you like this.”

Emma laughed shyly, covering herself with her arms, much to Killian’s disapproval. “How can you be so sweet and innocent one second, rubbing my ears until I fall asleep and then…”

“What, love?” Killian growled darkly, taking in the sight of her naked form once more when he pulled her arms away from her chest and he could see her nipples straining for his attentions. He grinned. “So horny?”

“Exactly,” Emma smirked.

“Wolf heat or not, you’re amazing, Emma. You do things to me,” Killian smirked, biting his tongue between his teeth and bouncing her on his lap. Emma let out a gasp, hands falling back onto his chest to balance herself and make sure she didn’t fall sideways off the couch.

“So I can feel,” Emma purred, leaning forward and almost whispering the words against his lips. Killian’s hands skimmed over her arms and Emma couldn’t help but caress his pointed ears, fascinated by their shape and tracing the outline with her fingertip. “But we shouldn’t,” she said with a sigh, sitting back upright and blowing out a frustrated breath.

“What?” Killian cried incredulously. “Why would you say that?” He knew why, but it didn’t stop him voicing his sexual frustrations. “I know you want it too,” he grinned, his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked up at the naked woman on his lap, grinding herself against his jean clad length with the most salacious grin on her face he had ever seen. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he challenged, hands on her thighs where his fingertips were dancing over her skin.

“Oh, you’re not wrong,” Emma sighed, eyes fluttering closed when Killian’s hands skimmed up the inside of her thigh.

“You want me,” Killian droned seductively.

“I want you,” Emma sighed again, her fingers clutching at his shirt when his thumb brushed over the apex of her thighs and her clit began to throb. “I guess we need to pass the time somehow,” Emma whimpered, rolling her hips against Killian’s thumb.

Being in wolf form had been perfect, but had left both of them with so many pent up urges, that they didn’t even feel like themselves right now. They were slaves to their animal natures, Emma’s soft whimpers like music to Killian’s ears as he tortured her clit with the barest of touches.

“Is that a yes?” Killian teased, watching her face contort with pleasure as she slid her hands across the ridges of her ribs, almost, but not quite touching her own nipples. The sight of her touching herself was immense, something that made Killian grow even harder in his underwear, the fabric rubbing his engorged tip almost painfully.

“Fuck it,” Emma growled, slamming her hand into Killian’s chest. It took him by surprise and he pulled his hands from her sex. Emma balled the material of his t-shirt up in her fists and yanked hard, pulling him into an upright sit and crushed her lips to his. “Yes. That’s a yes,” Emma sighed against his open mouth, relaxing into his embrace when Killian wrapped his arms around her torso and his hands roamed her back.

Killian’s fingers dug into her shoulder blades, holding her to him and letting her rub herself against his length, her motions teasing him to the edge. His manhood ached, a deep, painful throb down in his abdomen, the thrill of Emma’s dominance something he would never tire of. As a male, he was inherently commanding, but damn if he didn’t like to be controlled by the she-wolf currently working herself into a frenzy.

“I love it when you’re in charge,” Killian panted, his hands skimming down her back and slipping between her cheeks. Emma gasped a little, lifting herself up so he could feel how wet she was. “So wet,” Killian growled, slipping his fingers through her folds from behind, teasing a finger over her opening as she ground her clit against his jeans. Their foreheads were touching, faces pressed together and Emma arched her chest into his, the cotton of his t-shirt rubbing her begging nipples and her hands roughly clutching his sleep messed hair as she nodded.

Emma grinned slyly, licking his lips as she pulled her mouth from his. Killian chased after her mouth eagerly, but Emma grabbed his jaw and held him at bay. Her hooded stare flicked over his features, hair ruffled and cheeks flushed red. She just smirked, imagining his pretty lips between her legs, tongue ravaging her clit until she came.

“You want the bad wolf?” Emma purred seductively and Killian nodded his head in her hands.

“I want her,” he gulped, his erection painful in the confines of his jeans. Emma shifted her weight, well aware of the pain it would cause him, and Killian winced, groaning through gritted teeth.

Emma felt the muscles of his jaw tick under her fingertips and grinned. She reached down between their bodies, popping the button on Killian’s jeans in one deft move, relishing in the way he moaned in relief. “You think you can handle her again?” Emma ran her tongue along the seam of his bottom lip, nibbling the plump flesh between her teeth and biting down, gently tugging his lip before sucking the pain away. Killian ground out another wrecked groan and shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as he focused all of his energy on not coming in his pants. “Do you?” Emma repeated her question, lightly slapping his face.

Emma got her answer, but it wasn’t in words. Killian gathered her up in his arms, his biceps straining under his shirt as he pushed himself to his feet and Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, clutching the back of his head for balance. It was pitch black in the loft but Killian could see, they both could, and he expertly made his way through the gauntlet of furniture towards Liam’s bedroom.

Emma giggled in his arms, finding his mouth once more and teasing his tongue with hers as she kissed him, hard. Killian made the bed just in time, losing his grip on Emma’s poker hot skin and throwing her onto the mattress. She squealed excitedly, clawing her way towards the headboard and biting her finger, teasing the tip of it around her lips as she gave Killian a salacious look.

“Looks like someone else’s bad wolf has come out to play,” Emma smirked sexily.

Killian growled, his eyes the darkest shade of grey-blue Emma had ever seen them. He shed his jeans quickly at the foot of the bed, stalking around the side and never taking his eyes off the prize in front of him. Emma smiled coyly, sucking the tip of her finger into her mouth and then scooting to the edge of the bed to greet Killian’s now rock hard erection, poking out proudly from under the edge of his t-shirt.

Killian threaded his hands into Emma’s hair, cradling the back of her skull in his hand and guiding himself into her mouth. There was no hesitation, Emma meeting him mid thrust with her tongue flat to the underside of his cock and her nimble fingers kneading the tightness in his balls. He sighed, knees shaking a little as Emma relaxed her throat, taking him to the very back of her mouth and swallowing around him.

Emma sucked his length, replacing her hot, wet mouth with her hand when she needed to breathe, stroking him languidly and teasing her palm over his sensitive tip. Killian brushed her hair back, holding it away from her face so he could watch her lathe his length with her tongue, lips forming a tight suction around him each time he disappeared into her mouth. His grip tightened on her hair and Emma smiled, feeling him harden even more when he hit the back of her throat and her gag reflex clamped around his tip.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pistoning his hips into her mouth even harder. He held her face in place, fucking her mouth with quick, shallow thrusts that dragged his tip along the ridges of the roof of her mouth and made her teeth lightly scrape his length. When Emma gagged, her body heaving forward and her fingernails digging into his thigh, he released her with a content grunt.

Emma pulled her head back, releasing him with a pop and Killian let his hold relax, looking down into her watery eyes in awe. “I thought you wanted the bad wolf?” Emma purred, licking the tip of her tongue along the underside of his head. His erection was so hard it was almost purple and if he didn’t come soon he thought he was going to explode.

Killian grabbed Emma’s ankle, swinging her body sideways so she was sprawled across the width of the bed on her front and her feet were touching his lightly haired thighs. Emma laughed excitedly, her skin buzzing in anticipation of his next move, tossing her hair over her shoulder and casting a glance his way. He took a hold of both of her feet, dragging her towards him a little more, his huge palm slapping the flesh of her behind hard.

Emma cried out on a gasping breath, her buttocks clenching and her grin widening. Killian’s hair had become a little damp from sweat and he struck Emma again in exactly the same place, delighting in the way she tensed away from him and a red, hand-shaped welt appeared on her creamy, white globe. Emma gave him a raised eyebrow, the apples of her cheeks almost touching her eyes as she smiled at him with a glint in her emerald greens.

“He’s already here,” Killian growled darkly, looking down at the thick length in his hand, the velvety skin shifting up and down as he stroked himself. “You want him?”

“Yes,” Emma whined, almost begging. She squeezed her thighs together for a little friction, thrusting her pelvis into a ripple in the duvet cover, anything to relieve the ache between her legs.

“You think you can handle him?” Killian teased idly, reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out a little silver foil packet. It was their last one and Killian silently thanked whoever was watching over them for making sure with all of their other escapades they hadn’t used them all.

Emma chuckled, his words an echo of hers earlier, their roles reversed but not for the worse. She raised herself up on all fours, shuffling to the edge of the bed as he sheathed himself in the latex condom, rubbing herself against the tightness of his balls playfully. Killian hissed at the searing hotness against his skin and began to ooze inside of the condom when he rubbed his length between the cheeks of Emma’s behind.

They were so worked up, wound so tightly, neither of them was going to last much longer. They were at the behest of their sexual desires, two wolves with nothing to lose but each other, and as Killian lined himself up and sank into Emma’s molten core, all of their roleplay faded away. There didn’t need to be an alpha in the bedroom. There was no need for dominance with them, just love, pure and simple, and their whole demeanour changed instantly.

“Turn over, love,” Killian insisted gently, helping Emma onto her back. She complied willingly, brushing the hair from her face and letting him pick her up and move her into the middle of the bed. They stayed intimately connected, Emma’s muscles gripping his length as they moved and Killian took a second to shed his shirt so that they were both naked.

“Are you okay?” Emma asked softly, gasping when he began to move inside of her again.

“Of course,” Killian assured her, wrapping her legs around his waist and making sure he was seated perfectly inside of her as he laid his body down over her own. “I just want to make love to you.” He had stilled, eyes flitting over her flustered features and he could feel the thrall of Emma’s arousal coursing through his senses, urging him to pound into her with abandon until he was lost forever, but he resisted, cock twitching inside of her as he awaited her response, fingertips brushing a stray strand of hair from her brow.

“No one has ever made love to me before,” Emma smiled, her hand finding the side of his face and cupping his cheek in her hand.

“Well, then, may I be the first?” Killian’s sudden nervousness made Emma blush, her sweet smile stretching from ear to ear on her face. She nodded, her voiceless reply prompting his long, slow movements, his hips rolling into her and teasing the bundle of nerves between her legs on each thrust.

There was almost no space between them, Emma’s breasts flattened by Killian’s bulk, his elbows beside her head and hands stroking through her hair lovingly. His lips found hers again and he kissed her, deep, deliberate swipes of his tongue that mirrored his hips, Emma’s tongue meeting his like the roll of her own hips. A sheen of sweat began to appear on their bodies and their heavy panting had turned the room humid, neither of them even realising.

Killian made sure to take his time, what little resolve he had left, and could feel every ripple and ridge inside Emma as he pulled out and then sank back into her warmth each time. She was wet, practically soaking the duvet where she lay and he glided in with ease each time. Emma whimpered at the peak of each of his thrusts, her moans gobbled up by his mouth on hers and without warning, stinging tears sprang from her eyelids and rolled down the side of her face.

Killian noticed her breath hitch but didn’t stop his ministrations, kissing her harder to reassure her that they would be okay. Neither of them knew what tomorrow was going to bring, or if Killian would still be alive by the week's end, so if this moment was all they had, they had to make it last. Killian’s thumb smoothed over her cheek, wiping away her tears and he began doubling his efforts in chasing her orgasm, angling his hips just so when he heard her make the sound he had come to recognise as an indication of her impending release.

“Shhh, love, It’s going to be okay.” He rolled his hips harder, bumping her clit with his pubic bone, holding her legs to his hips when they began to shake. She was close. He could feel her muscles begin to pinch at his length, drawing his own climax from him, but he didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to make love, show Emma that she was the most precious thing to him and that he had meant every single word he had said.

He would fight for her, for them, and he would give her forever. If they had that long.

Emma pulled her lips from his suddenly, her breathing too shallow and she clutched the back of his head, holding his damp forehead against hers as her body began to shudder beneath him. She locked her feet behind his back, getting the right angle that way, her muscles fluttering inside of her as Killian’s girth coaxed her release from her with each thrust.

“Come for me, Emma,” Killian begged, his words nothing more than a whispered breath in her ear. “Let me feel you fall.” His beard tickled her chin as he kissed her again, needing to feel her lips on his before he fell with her.

With a stuttering moan, Emma went rigid, her orgasm ripping through every cell in her body like nothing she had ever felt before. It was different, not as intense, but no less pleasurable that any release she had experienced before. She went deaf, all sound replaced with a low frequency buzz and she felt Killian jerk his hips sporadically, his own climax following seconds after hers.

When the tingle of her euphoria ebbed away and her hearing returned, Killian was kissing her collarbone and holding her as closely as he could without crushing her. Emma’s hands skimmed over the expanse of his back, his muscles rippling under her touch, the charm necklace he wore stuck between their bodies and unmoving when Emma’s fingers pulled the chain around his neck.

“I promise to always love you,” Killian panted against her skin between open mouthed kisses. “Nothing can make me stop.”

“Forever,” Emma breathed, fingers tickling the hair at the base of his neck.

“Forever,” Killian repeated, seizing her lips once more.

#alii dimidium lunam #adl #werewolf au #cs au #cs fic #cs ff #wolves of misthaven #temporary dog au #ch 20 #to warm your cockles

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