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CS AU: A Toast to What If (9/9)

A Walk in the Clouds inspired AU for the @captainswanmoviemarathon

Summary: Immediately following the end of WWII, Killian Jones and Emma Swan have a serendipitous meeting upon a train platform while each travels to their respective homes. When Emma’s traveling companion fails to arrive, she offers Killian her extra ticket so he isn’t forced to spend the night on a hard bench outside the station’s office. Once aboard, Emma receives devastating news - her lover has abandoned her to face her family alone with the news she is pregnant, and now, without a fiance. Moved with compassion, and a willingness to put off what is (or rather, what is not) awaiting him at home, Killian offers to go with her to face her family. They concoct a scheme to get married then have Killian “abandon” her a few weeks afterward, leaving her with no other option than to seek a divorce. A plan that will cast him as the villain and leave her somewhat blameless in her family’s eyes.

Falling in love with one another along the way wasn’t a part of the plan.

A/N: Here we are! The final chapter! Thank you again for all the wonderful comments, flails, and words of support. I truly appreciate it!

So grateful to the mods and all the participants of the @captainswanmoviemarathon! Shout out to @teamhook and @darkcolinodonorgasm for their assistance in getting me the “Killian” image for my art!! Finally, a big thanks to my betas and cheerleaders: @ultraluckycatnd @snowbellewells and @kmomof4

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Chapter 9

The garden was spinning. The dark hour of the night crept along the edges of Emma’s vision, closing in with a tunneling effect that left her feeling off balance.

Until she remembered to breathe.

What the hell was he doing here? How had he found out who she really was, and where to find her?

Beside her, Killian went rigid as Neal introduced himself, his features darkening, nostrils flaring, and his jaw ticking as he glanced down at the proffered hand. Emma’s hands balled into fists at her sides when a goading look crossed Neal’s face.

“I’m--”

“I know who you are,” Killian stated through clenched teeth. “And you have some nerve showing your face here.”

Neal seemed unfazed by Killian's anger. In fact, if Emma didn’t know any better, she'd have thought he was surprised by Killian’s admission.

“Do you?” he said. “I wondered whether she told you. Thought maybe she’d found herself a dupe to pass off the kid to. Wouldn’t be the first time she lied to a lover. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Killian took a lunging step forward, but Emma grasped onto his arm before he could make good use of his own fists.

“When I saw you two trading champagne flutes back and forth so it would look like Emma was drinking, I figured he knew you were knocked up, but I wasn’t sure whether he knew the whole truth.”

“You… you’ve been here this whole time?” Emma questioned. “How? How did you even know--”

“I saw the announcement in the paper. Nice photo, by the way,” he told them with a heavy dose of snark. “I got hired on as supplemental staff for the party.”

“Why?” Emma demanded. “What possible reason could you have for coming here? If you think for even a moment that I would consider taking you back, then you are absolutely out of your mi--”

She was cut off by his laugh; a dismissive and insulting sound that forced her to tighten her hold on Killian’s arm.

“No, no, sweetheart,” he said, wiping away the amusement at his eyes. “I came to offer you something.”

“Offer me what?”

“Call it a wedding gift.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, Neal pulled out envelope.

It took her a moment to realize what he was holding, but once she did, her stomach fell away and gasp caught in her throat as she choked out, “My letter.”

“Aw, you guessed it,” Neal taunted with a fake pout. “Yep, it’s the letter you sent me. The one telling me you’re pregnant and that the baby is mine. I thought you might want a chance to get it back before I… well… before I shop it around to interested parties.”

“You’re blackmailing me?”

Neal’s face scrunched with feigned disgust. “Blackmail is such an ugly word. I’d prefer to think of it as offering you an opportunity to buy back something that might otherwise cause a scandal to--”

“What’s your price?” Killian asked in a steely tone of hushed menace.

Once again, Neal didn’t appear troubled. If anything, the entire affair seemed to amuse him.

There was nothing amusing about the number that slid off his tongue a moment later, however.

“Have you lost your mind?” Emma exclaimed, only barely managing to keep her voice down, lest their guests or any of the staff that might be milling about should overhear. Honestly, she was surprised her family hadn’t already sent someone to come find them. “I’m not giving you a single--”

“We’ll pay.”

“What?” Emma’s eyes snapped up to her husband’s, incredulous at the fact he would agree to pay Neal’s blackmail. “Killian, no! I’ll tell my family the truth.”

“It isn’t your family I’m worried about,” he told her. His hardened gaze was still fixed on Neal. “It’s the scandal it’ll cause. It’s what society will think.”

With a soft prompting of her hand beneath his chin, Emma pulled his focus away from Neal and down to her. “I don’t care about the scandal. I don’t care what society thinks of me.”

Killian’s brows became pinched and his lips pressed together before he replied in a pained whisper, “What about the baby?” His jaw tightened and his Adam’s apple bobbed briefly as he swallowed down whatever feelings were trying to rise to the surface. “I don’t want this child growing up with the label of ‘bastard’ hanging over it, do you?”

Emma stood silent for a long moment, her heart aching at the thought of what their child would endure from society, from their peers, the stain of her indiscretion snapping at their heels all their life. Killian was right. She didn’t want that for their child, but there was no way she could come up with the amount Neal was asking for without raising a number of questions; a fact she whispered to Killian in a tone of despair.

“Perhaps not,” Killian replied with resolve. “But I can.”

Emma’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “No!” she protested. “You can’t use Liam’s money for this!”

“I can think of no better use for it than to protect my wife and child.”

The flutter of Emma’s heart from the way Killian’s eyes fell to her abdomen with an expression of such tenderness and protective zeal was stunted by Neal’s snorting scoff. “Your child?” Crudely, Neal’s gaze ran over Emma as he indecently quipped, “I think you forgot who got there first, buddy.”

This time, Emma didn’t stop Killian’s arm from rearing back before letting his fist fly, decking Neal and landing the odious man on his backside.

“Get. Out,” Killian growled menacing as he loomed over Neal’s prone form. “You’ll have your money Monday morning. Meet me here an hour after the banks open and we will settle the matter once and for all. After that… We’d best not ever see you again.”

The reality of Killian’s fury finally seemed to permeate Neal’s dull-witted senses. After picking himself up off the ground, he swallowed awkwardly and mumbled an acknowledging, “Monday then,” before skulking out of the garden.

Emma pressed a hand to her chest in a vain attempt to soothe the ache that was growing exponentially from within. Her shoulders shook from the shuddering breaths forcing themselves in and out of her lungs as she fought back the angry and guilt-riddled tears burning behind her eyelids. Killian’s arms enveloped her, drawing her into his embrace with murmurs of comfort muffled into her intricately coiffed hair. A tender brush of his lips over her temple was the final straw. How could he be showing her such care and compassion after what had just transpired?

“I’m so sorry,” she said into his shoulder, choking back a sob. “I’m so, so sorry, Killian. Truly. I never… I never meant to…” Pushing against his chest, she stepped back and wrapped her arms protectively around herself. “I bet you regret ever meeting me on that train platform.”

An alarmed expression of bewilderment took over Killian’s features, and he reached out to take hold of her once more. “Why would you even think that?”

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the errant tears that broke free from her lashes.

“If not for me, you would be back home with Nemo right now. Using your brother’s money to finance the life you wanted instead of being stuck with--”

“Enough,” he declared with a firm yet loving tone, tilting her face upwards so she was forced to look upon him. “I regret nothing of that day, Emma. I regret nothing of the weeks we’ve spent together, nor of the future that awaits us. Do you hear me? I regret nothing.”

“But the money…”

A soft smile spread over his lips and reached into his jacket pocket to procure a folded piece of paper. “The money is of no consequence,” he informed her while handing over the paper. “It’s being used for exactly what it needs to be used for.”

Emma’s eyes widened as she read over the contents of the letter, then her gaze snapped back up to her husband. “Nemo gave you a ship?”

“Actually,” he corrected with a chuckle. “He gave us a ship. Or controlling interest of one, anyway. Controlling interest with the option to invest further into the company at any time.”

“I don’t understand… what? What does that mean?”

“It means,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. “We don’t have to choose between the estate and the sea. We can have both, and pass on whichever legacy suits this, or any of our children, when they come of age. We don’t need Liam’s money, and while I am loath to give that man anything other than a sound thrashing, it’s a small price to pay to ensure our child’s happiness and prospects in the long term.”

Emma’s head shook in disbelief as she stared up at the wonderful man before her. How had she gotten so fortunate that day on the platform? How could she have ever mistaken this honorable, caring, and gorgeous man for a no-good heel like Neal? Thank God she had!

Killian was right. Their child deserved better than to be labeled a bastard before they even had a chance to be born, especially when such a moniker couldn’t be further from the truth. Killian was her husband and, as far as she was concerned, the father of her baby, so if he felt buying Neal off was for the best, then she would trust his judgement and resolve.

She’d just finished voicing that to him when a throat cleared at the edge of the garden. “Begging you pardon, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, but young Mister Nolan is asking for you.”

Emma groaned and a chuckle sounded from Killian’s chest. “Come, love,” he said, taking her hand. “Let’s see how badly off Leo is after what I am sure has been a number of pilfered champagne flutes.”

“Killian,” she whispered, tugging on his hand to slow their return. “About Neal--”

Killian stopped and cast his eyes towards the young servant who’d been tasked with finding them, ensuring he was out of earshot before peering down at her. “I’ll see to it, love. I’ll make up an excuse to tell your father and George about why I can’t travel back with you all Monday morning. I’ll settle the matter with Neal after you’ve all gone, then catch a later train back to the estate.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off with a soft press of his fingers to her lips. “I don’t want you to give that man another thought, and I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of another audience with you. So, please, Swan. Let me do this alone?”

Emma chewed her lip in contemplation then let go a soft sigh before nodding her agreement. “As you wish.”

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It was difficult for Killian to not give in to the temptation to pace the length of the study as he awaited Cassidy’s arrival. After seeing his wife and her family off at the train station, Killian had presented himself at the bank in order to withdraw the funds demanded for Emma’s former paramour’s silence. The bank notes weighed heavily against his heart where they rested in his interior pocket, but not because he was suddenly unsure of his course of action.

A man had a duty to protect those within his care. Emma was his wife, she and the baby were his family, and he would do whatever necessary to safeguard them. However, after having been welcomed into a greater sense of family than he ever thought possible, Killian was feeling rather unsettled about keeping all of this a secret from the others.

They had discussed it the day before, he and Emma. Whether they ought to tell her family the truth; about the baby, the circumstances of their meeting, the ruse that became real, Neal, the blackmail, all of it. Agreeing that it would be best for her family to know, lest Neal attempted to fleece them with the tale and his threat of scandal, Killian had insisted they wait until after he’d dealt with the man himself. It would be difficult enough to face their shock, hurt, and possible ire, he didn’t want to sully those relationships further by tainting them with the prospect of blackmail.

The sooner the entire affair was over with so he could make his way back to Emma and face her family together, the better.

“Mr. Neal Cassidy to see you, Mr. Jones,” the butler announced.

Killian gestured that the man be shown in then made his way to the desk, positioning himself behind it, though he remained standing, and transferred the bank envelope from his pocket to the mahogany surface in front of him. The smug swagger in Cassidy’s step made Killian’s fist clench with a fresh desire to blacken the man’s other eye, but he kept hold of his restraint. He wanted to dispense with this unpleasantness quickly and without stoking the servants’ suspicions as to the nature of the man’s visit.

“That it?” Cassidy inquired, nodding to the bulging envelope laying atop the desk. Although Killian couldn’t really say what proper manners might look like under such circumstances, the man’s flagrant disregard for any merit of propriety rankled him nonetheless.

“Aye,” Killian replied. When Cassidy reached for the envelope, Killian slapped his hand over it, his gaze unyielding as he demanded. “Let me see the letter first.”

Producing the letter from his own pocket, Cassidy tossed it onto the desk. Killian maintained his steely stare, warning the man to not make a move towards the money, as he removed his hand in order to read over the contents of the letter.

“Does anyone else know about this?” Killian asked, hoping to distract himself from the heartache constricting his chest as he read Emma’s words. Words tinged with both anxiety and hope, with an underlying affection that had his gut turning over.

All it would have taken for Killian to have missed out on the greatest gifts the fates could have ever offered him, was for this man to have shown up on that train platform. What if Cassidy had chosen differently that day? What if Emma had never mistaken him for the man she’d been waiting for? What if he’d turned up at the last moment, and Killian had been forced to spend the night on that bench outside the ticket office?

Killian didn’t wish to ponder those what ifs.

“I didn’t tell anyone about the letter,” Neal answered. “Truth be told, I didn’t want anyone to know I’d knocked up some girl. Didn’t want the responsibility to come back down on me. If I’d have known who she really was though…”

Cassidy left that statement hanging between them, perhaps hoping for some sort of response. When he didn’t get it, he added, “I have to hand it to you. You saw an opportunity with Emma and her… situation, and you used it to your advantage. I’m curious though… what’s your endgame?”

Killian’s head snapped up, his brows furrowed in wary speculation. “My what?”

“Your end game,” Neal repeated. “Your exit strategy. You got Emma to marry you so you could get at her fortune, but you must have a way out of it, right? It’s not like you’re gonna stick around and raise my kid.”

Grinding his teeth together, Killian took a moment to rein in his anger. Adjusting his stance, he shifted his weight and tucked his thumb into his belt, projecting a posture of confidence and command. “You're right about that,” Killian responded. “I’m not going to stick around and raise your kid. You forfeited whatever right you had to the child when you abandoned Emma, and once our business today is concluded, you’ll have no basis for any sort of claim over either of them. Therefore, I’ll be sticking around to raise my child.”

“You’re serious?”

“Is there anything within my tone or expression that would indicate otherwise?”

Cassidy shook his head as an incredulous scoff rasped from his lungs. “I don’t get you, man.”

“I wouldn’t expect a man like you to understand.”

Cassidy’s face twisted with offense. “You don’t know me. You don’t know the first thing about--”

“I know the first time you laid eyes on Emma, you saw nothing but a conquest,” Killian interrupted with a clipped tone. “And when you discovered who she truly was, you saw her as nothing but loot. You see nothing of her true value.”

“Her true value?” Neal scoffed. “If not for the Nolan name, she’d be nothing but spoiled goods.”

“You think I’m with her because she’s a Nolan? You think I offered to help her because I was looking for a payday? I, like you, didn’t even know her real name until after I agreed to stand in your place.” Killian took in a shaky breath, silently cursing himself for losing his temper and praying his words had not carried too far. “Emma isn’t spoiled. Not to me. Her only fault was putting her trust in the likes of you. A man who felt nothing but panic at the knowledge that he was to be a father.”

Killian paused again. Tucking Emma’s letter into his breast pocket, he made his way round to the front of the desk and stood before Cassidy, whose posture shifted into a wary stance. Collecting the heavy envelope from the desk, Killian weighed it in his hands before extending it towards Neal.

“I suppose I should thank you, Mr. Cassidy. If not for your cowardice, I wouldn’t have this privilege; to be a husband and a father. A privilege that will last long after you’ve squandered these funds.”

With a sour expression, Cassidy reached out to take the envelope, but a new thought kept Killian from relinquishing his hold just yet.

“Which begs the question… what assurance do I have that you won’t come calling on us again when the money runs out?”

Cassidy sneered, but before he could reply, the study door swung open, capturing both men’s attentions.

“I can think of a few reassurances,” David stated. He was accompanied by George, as well as two other men, adorned in military uniforms. “It seems Mr. Cassidy was derelict in several aspects of his life. Including properly finishing out his military service. These men,” he indicated to the officers, “are here to see that he appears for his court-martial before being shipped back to America to serve out his sentence.”

Stunned, Killian stepped back as the military men advanced. Staying out of the two officers’ way while they informed Mr. Cassidy of his rights before forcefully restraining him, Killian noted with a flare of additional panic that he’d let go of the money.

“You can’t do this!” Neal protested. One of the officers handed the bank envelope back to Killian, who quickly tucked it away, which only managed to provoke Neal further. “We had a deal, Jones! I’m gonna tell anyone who’ll listen that I--”

“You really think anyone is going to believe a word you say?” George cut in coolly as the officers dragged Neal towards the door. “You’ve no credibility and… no proof.” The officers paused when George gestured for them to stop. The older man leaned in, his voice the definition of hushed menace, and his look was enough to make Cassidy cower within the officers’ grip. “If you utter a single word, publicly or privately, that in any way disparages my granddaughter, my great-grandchild, my grandson-in-law, or my family in general, then you will find out just how far my reach can extend.” Putting his attention back on the officers, George declared, “Take him away.”

Killian stood rooted for several long seconds, reeling over what had occurred as a myriad of emotions, thoughts, and questions bombarded him. Once the loud thud of the front door closing reverberated through the house, Killian fixed his attention upon the two men who were patiently awaiting his response to their intrusion.

Swallowing hard, Killian inquired, “Did Emma tell you--”

“No,” David answered, before he could finish the question. “A servant overheard your confrontation with Cassidy the other night and brought it to our attention yesterday morning.”

“You… You’ve known since yesterday and you… you didn’t say any--”

“We wanted to give you the opportunity to handle it,” George replied. “But we also knew the man would likely be back for more unless we could find a way to discredit him, so we went digging into his background and discovered he was AWOL.”

“We told Emma at the train station,” David continued. “It took some convincing for her to go back to the estate with Mags and Leo, especially with her concerns over our reaction towards the news of what the two of you had conspired.” Killian opened his mouth to start the litany of apologies gathering in his throat, but David raised his hand to stay his words. “I will give you the same assurances I gave her.”

David made his way to Killian, and set a hand upon his shoulder. Killian’s knees nearly buckled under its weight, and he held his breath in anticipation of the man’s response.

“I won’t pretend I wasn’t angry, or that I didn’t feel duped or even a little betrayed. But that’s nothing in comparison to the gratitude and admiration I feel for you, son.”

Killian’s mouth fell open and his brows shot up his forehead. “You do?”

“You protected Emma,” George stated, coming to stand with them. “You protected her honor, her reputation, and… her heart. Not only hers, but the child’s as well.” With a meaningful gleam, George captured Killian’s eyes with his own. “Your child.” Taking hold of Killian’s other shoulder, George gave it an affectionate squeeze. “You were right, blood doesn’t matter. You’ve been that child’s father in every way that matters, and you’ll be there for them all their life. They’ll want for nothing. That’s what matters.”

Overcome, Killian ducked his head, but could hear the same emotion currently pricking the corners of his eyes as it thickly coated David’s next words.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better husband for my Emma, and I know you are going to be an amazing father to my grandchildren. If I could change anything at all…” His words fell away, and Killian raised his head to meet his father-in-law’s gaze. A sly sort of smile crept at the corner of the man’s mouth as he confessed, “I would have been the one to blacken that bastard’s eye.”

Killian chuckled at his father-in-law's almost pouty tone, but it soon turned into a full-bodied laugh when George quipped, “Couldn’t you at least have broken his nose?”

The three men chortled, allowing the tensions of the morning to dissipate as they slapped one another good naturedly on the back and professed their affection for each other in the way that men do. Pulling his watch from his pocket, George announced that they should be getting to the train station, but Killian had one last task he wished to fulfill before departing.

Crossing to the fireplace, he took Emma’s letter from his pocket and struck one of the long matches kept on the mantle. Flames caught the corner of the page, and Killian waited until it was fully engulfed before tossing it atop the grate. The edges of the paper curled, and he watched the plumes of smoke swirl up the chimney until nothing was left of Cassidy’s connection to Killian’s wife and child but ash. One day, he and Emma may very well tell their child the truth, but that decision would be theirs to make, and if done, it would not be prompted by shame or threats. Killian made certain of that.

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Emma stood on the balcony and looked out over the vast green acreage of the estate, waiting for her husband to ready himself for dinner. He, her father, and her grandfather had arrived back a few hours earlier, and after giving her and her mother a recounting of the meeting with Neal, she and Killian had retreated to their bedroom to… rest. The initial shock and negative feelings that had first bubbled to the surface when they’d all learned the truth had given way to excitement and joy over the prospect of a new addition, and Emma felt certain they were in for a long and drawn out evening of plans that would need to be made.

While she wasn’t exactly eager to sit through her parents’ and grandfather’s estimations of how she and Killian should proceed towards looming parenthood, she couldn’t find it in herself to be truly put out either. Now that everything was out in the open, she finally felt as though she could truly embrace the future ahead.

A smile lifted the corners of her mouth at the feel of strong arms snaking their way around her waist. A moment later she was squirming in Killian’s embrace and a squeal left her when the rough brush of his beard tickled the side of her neck.

“Penny for your thoughts, love?”

Emma sighed and melted against his firm chest. “I’m just preparing myself for all the toasting and not so subtle advice about to be heaped upon us.”

Killian’s chest rumbled with a chuckle, then much to Emma’s displeasure, he pulled away, leaving her on the balcony as he briefly stepped back inside. “Not much either of us can do about it, I’m afraid,” he said, making his way back out, with two small goblets of wine in his hands. “So, perhaps a bit of fortification is in order.”

He handed her a partially filled glass as his brows waggled at her, causing a light laugh to spill over her lips.

“Shall we toast to our usual?” she asked, holding up her glass.

“No,” he said softly, placing a hand at her hip and running his thumb over the side of her abdomen. “No more toasts to what ifs.” His forget-me-not eyes sparkled in the dying light of the day as he declared, “Only assurances. Of my love for you, our baby, and our happy beginning.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Emma said with a wide smile, clinking her glass to his and taking a small sip to complete the toast before stretching up on her toes to meet his already descending lips.

Needless to say, they were going to be late for dinner.

The End

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kmomof4 · 4 years

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Hello again, all!!

I'm back with a new fic, inspired by the 1986 Eddie Murphy film, The Golden Child. It's been so much fun adapting it to the Once universe and I hope you like the result! All the love and thanks in the world to @profdanglaisstuff for beta services and @hollyethecurious for her never ending patience with helping me brainstorm plot points and all her encouragement!!! Also to all the ladies of the CSSNS and CSMM discords for sprinting appointments and all their encouragement!!!

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you'll let me know what you think!

Summary: A little boy with the Heart of the Truest Believer. Demonic forces will stop at nothing to possess it. It's up to Killian Jones, PI to find him and save him before it's too late.

Rating: T

Words: 463 of approx 15K

Tags: Inspired by The Golden Child, Kidnapping, Magic, Minor Character Death, Temporary Major Character Death, True Loves Kiss

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Prologue

The cloud of grey smoke dissipated from around Rufio and his companion. He looked around and felt a wave of nostalgia that he hid with a sneer as he took in the obvious domain of a small boy. Disney plush toys shared space with fantastical Lego creations on the bookshelves that weren’t filled with books on all topics. 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and other fantasy novels stood next to Star Trek comics and nonfiction titles on dinosaurs and volcanoes. As his gaze moved to the walls, Captain America and Iron Man dominated. Along with a signed poster of Chris Kreider of the New York Rangers. The nightlight sitting on the nightstand projecting the night sky on the ceiling of the room illuminated his sight just enough to take all this in before his gaze fell on the lump on the bed covered with a classic Star Wars comforter with only a mop of brown hair visible on the pillow.

He turned to Felix who raised his finger to his lips as they tiptoed closer to the bed. Just as he reached it, a small hand reached out from within and grabbed him around the wrist. He tried to jerk away before a profound sense of joy and peace flooded him. All he wanted to do was sit down on the floor, stare up at the ceiling, and remember his own dreams of exploring the cosmos from when he was a child. He turned back toward the other boy who was about to pounce on their target. Felix had pulled his knife out as well as the cuff that would prevent the boy from using his magic. With a loud hiss that he wasn’t even aware came from him, he threw himself at his partner, trying to disarm him. He couldn’t allow this little boy to be taken.

A burning sensation bloomed in his gut stealing his breath. He stumbled back away from Felix, who sported a manic grin on his face, and looked down. Blood poured from around the knife that was still lodged in his midsection. He fell to his knees and looked back up the other boy. Felix reached down and jerked the knife out, forcing a pained grunt out of him.

“I knew you were soft,” Felix whispered harshly. “And when he touched you, I was ready.”

Rufio fell to his side, his lifeblood spilling on the floor. He could hear rather than see the struggle that was going on above him. Felix hissed again for the boy to hold still or he’d kill him. His vision was starting to go blurry as the sounds of the fight suddenly stopped and a cloud of magic enveloped them all, transporting them back to the lair of the Dark One.

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Thank you for reading and sharing. I’d love to know what you think! I hope to post ch1 by early next week and the conclusion next Thursday. Until then, y’all!!

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courtorderedcake · 4 years

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I'm behind again due to my Lupus flare last week. Here's what's happening and what to expect :

Hallow updates tomorrow, with Emma seeking out Killian after her escape from The Cave of Wonders with Aladdin and Jasmine. She's got her memories and magic back, in addition to being furious at Jafar, Hades, and most definitely Arthur for taking advantage of her. They don't know what she's capable of, but they are about to learn.

Roses updates after that, on Saturday. We left off finding out that Killian has a long past with the property of Carterhaugh - and its mysterious family. The mistress of Carterhaugh still lives as the Fae queen, now more venomous than amorous for her banished lover. Killian is freed, but at a cost : on Halloween he will be sacrificed. Emma is on the verge of telling him everything, about Neal, about what he did, about his rings and the house with too many doors, about her missing friends and Tam, and about what she hallucinated on the night of the fire when Neal died. She knows that they both have secrets, but hopes that hers will not be too much for Killian to take - not knowing that her secrets are nothing compared to his, or what awaits them in their shortened future.

MTFB (Majestically too far Beyond) will be updated Tuesday, with hopefully regular updates every week on Tuesday. This week we finally meet Killian, and see the mysterious bond Emma and him share in action as they adapt to each other's lives.

CS Movie Marathon - Your Name premieres on the 28th, and follows the story of Emma and Killian mysteriously randomly body switching in a modern setting. Emma just wants to be free from her life on her family's rural farm, but does not believe she is worthy of starting a new life. Starting the day by waking up as some British dude was not in the plan. Killian is a struggling first year architect, barely making it as his boss dogs on him. He's even being a server in his spare time, even if more secretly that's just to be close to his crush, Tink. Waking up as a beautiful blonde woman who takes no shit is not a struggle he was expecting to add to his life. Is it fate? A trick of a cruel universe? Or is something more at stake?

Need - Semi Lt. Duckling ABO MC will be around for Cocktober. Expect lots of ABO tropes, filthy smut, and phucking pheromones.

Riptide Sequel is still in the works, but is so far much better than the original, which may also get a revamp this December. Because of time constraints, certain parts were scrapped that I think might be worth adding in after editing some parts that I no longer think are worded well. The villain needs to be explained more, and so does the violent nature of the world they live in.

Keep an eye out, and spare an R&R if you can, oh Fandom of plenty. The amount of amazing content this group of people produces never ceases to amaze. 💖

- Court

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allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 · 4 years

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The song in your heart… Burlesque :|:CSMM

A Burlesque-inspired CS AU by @teamhook for @captainswanmoviemarathon

Summary: Small town girl Emma Swan moves to L.A. to follow her dreams. The best view on the Sunset Strip becomes her home. But is she bound to find true love in a dashing bartender?

Fic links: tumblr; AO3; FFN

It’s a life, it’s a style, it’s a need to read this amazing Burlesque-inspired CS AU written by @teamhook! She convinced me to watch the movie and got me hooked on the soundtrack (pun intended), and I couldn’t help but make a CS aesthetic for it which accompanies her wonderful story. Go check it out at the links above and give her and her fic some love!

#csmm #csmm2020 #captain swan movie marathon #captain swan #burlesque #cs au #burlesque movie #teamhook #kayla's aesthetics #cs aesthetics #cs aesthetic #kayla's cs aesthetics #csmm20

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teamhook · 2 years

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Ser-en-dip-i-ty :: Serendipity Movie CS AU

Hello!! The struggle is real but I made a deal with @hookedonapirate. She knows what I’m talking about.

I want to thank my lovely beta @ultraluckycatnd and my lovely enabler dream team @karlyfr13s @veryverynotgood @apiratewhopines @hookedonapirate @batana54 and all the lovely ladies on the CSMM Discord for their support.

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A/N: Ser·en·dip·i·ty

The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

A chance meeting thousands of days ago led to a magical night between two strangers the universe insisted on bringing together. Could fate finally reunite them?

Five days before Christmas...

New York...

Bloomingdales...

Cashmere gloves are hanging from a hook. White, red, beige, and just appended by the sales clerk, one single pair of black gloves are added to the display.

Two different hands grab a glove each and pull. They find the other glove is attached to someone else.

The man asked, "I'm sorry lass, did you want these?"

The woman sighed. "Damn, it's the last pair."

The sales clerk walked by and they gained her attention to ask if they had more of the black gloves on display. The salesperson confirmed that they didn't have any more in the back.

They put the gloves back while they decided what to do.

A grumpy man grabbed them and the woman stopped him.

"Sir, we were discussing those!" The woman said.

"You two can discuss them all you want, but I will be the one paying for them."

"Sir, with all due respect. The lass and I were discussing what a perfect gift those gloves would be for -my girlfriend."

"-my boyfriend." The woman said at the same time as her partner in crime.

The old grumpy man stared at them with a scowl. "Are you saying that these gloves are for both your boyfriend and his girlfriend?"

The woman smiled sweetly. "Yes, right now he is my boyfriend but after the surgery..."

The younger man scratched behind his ear. "Aye, after the surgery she will be my girlfriend."

The grouchy man didn't believe them for a second and muttered that he had no time to argue and bid them Merry Christmas before moving on.

The pair laughed as the man left.

"Lass, you were bloody amazing!" he said in awe.

"Come on, you were right there with me. Let's just call it a team effort," she said with a smile.

"I don't mean to upset you, but I think we make quite the team."

She snorted.

He paid for the gloves and handed them to her.

"Well, I think it's only fair if I buy you a drink then," she said.

They ended up at Serendipity. The chocolate there was to die for and it was her favorite place.

"Tell me lass, how did you find this place?" he asked while drinking a blended coffee.

She moaned as she took a sip of her hot chocolate. "My mom. She loves this place."

"Oh, serendipity is one of my favorite words," he said smiling.

"Why is that?" the woman asked curiously.

"It's such a lovely word for what it means. A fortunate accident," he clarified.

"Oh, it does have a nice ring to it," she said.

"Except I don't believe in accidents. I think fate is behind everything," he replied.

"Wait, so if fate is behind everything, that would include the one pair of gloves?" she asked.

"That is my belief."

She shook her head. "Everything Is predestined and we don't have any choice? I don't know how I feel about not having control of my destiny," she said.

"Not exactly. I think we make our own decisions. I just believe fate sends us signs and it's how we read them that decides if we are happy or not."

"Little signals," she said hesitantly.

"Aye, fortunate accidents," he stated.

"Perhaps I should get going. Now I have to go find something

for my girlfriend," he said hesitantly.

She grimaced. "Oh, they were for your girlfriend. I'm sorry, are you sure you don't want them?"

"No, it's alright. I will find something. I do confess I have no regrets. Those gloves were lucky. I got to enjoy your company," he said with a smile.

"Thank you, good company is hard to find these days. I guess it's time to go," she replied.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you from meeting your boyfriend," he said.

"Oh no. I'm sure he is out doing the same thing you are," she said.

"Ohh, is he becoming smitten with someone else's lady love?"

he said with a raised eyebrow.

"No, he is buying a Christmas gift," she said with a light blush on her cheeks. "So what do you want for Christmas?" she asked to shift attention to him.

"I would love some golf clubs. I really enjoy the game," he said with a dreamy smile.

She paid the bill and they walked out of Serendipity. They both wanted to continue their night together, but it was obvious the timing was wrong since they both had somebody.

The woman smiled shyly at him and his hand went to scratch just behind his ear.

"Do you think exchanging names makes us horrible people?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said thoughtfully.

"Well, my name is Emma. Does that make you want to tell me something?" Emma said smiling.

"Merry Christmas, Emma," he said smiling. "It was a pleasure meeting you today, but it's not our time. It would be bad form to ignore the signs," he said as he signaled a cab.

Emma stared as he got inside the cab and disappeared.

Emma was disappointed, but she did have a boyfriend and what was she thinking? She had been so lost in the magic of the meeting. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was special. She was riding the train to go home and then noticed she didn't have the Bloomingdale's bag. She must have left it at Serendipity. She groaned and made her way back.

She asked the host if it was turned in and he said no, but that she could go check the table.

She arrived at the table and she was lucky to find the store bag underneath the table.

She sighed in relief.

Someone cleared their throat.

She looked up to find dazzling blue eyes. The same ones she had been staring at for hours.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked while picking up a black pashmina.

"I forgot my scarf," he said, pointing at her hands.

"Oh!" Emma said as she walked towards him and wrapped it around his neck.

His breath hitched at her proximity.

"We keep meeting," Emma said with a smile.

"Aye, it appears we do."

"Maybe we should do something?"

"Alright, what do you want to do?" he asked.

They end up ice skating.

Emma gracefully skated around him, giggling at his hesitant movements.

"So I need to know, are you here to marry someone for a green card?"

He laughed loudly. "No, lass. Did the accent give me away as a foreigner?"

"Okay, what do you miss the most about home?" she asked.

"That is easy, my brother."

"I'm sure he misses you, too. I would miss you," she said, smiling when she noticed the tip of his ears reddening.

"It's my turn to ask a question. What is your favorite movie?" he asked, shaking off the moment.

Emma stopped for a second. "That is an easy one. The Princess Bride." She shrugged. "What about you?"

"The Pirates of Penzance. It appears we have the love of pirates in common," he said.

"Yes, it does. Okay my turn, favorite New York moment?" Emma asked.

He pondered his answer for a minute. "This one is sailing to the number one spot."

She grinned and then she bit her bottom lip. "What is your favorite sex position?" she asked while raising her eyebrows.

He growled at her. "You are being very cheeky, lass."

She laughed, lost her balance, and promptly fell down.

"Lass, are you alright?" he asked as he helped her to her feet. He inspected her for any damage.

"I'm okay," she grumbled.

He gently grabbed her hand and noticed a deep slash.

"Oww!" she winced.

"Let's look at this." He guided her to the bench and sat down. He inspected the cut carefully. He reached into his coat pocket and took out a flask.

"What the hell is that?" Emma asked as he poured it on her injured hand.

"Rum," he said as he took his scarf and wrapped it around her hand slowly while staring deeply into her eyes.

Emma sighed.

He grinned and with difficulty turned his eyes away to inspect his handy work. He traced some freckles on her arm.

"What is it?" she asked.

"It's just that your freckles resemble the constellation Cygnus. Did you know Cygnus is associated with the myth of Zeus and Leda in Greek mythology? Its neighboring constellations are Draco and Pegasus, among others. Sorry, lass, I fail to recall all of them at the moment."

Emma was distracted by his soothing voice and how warm his fingers felt on her arm while he traced the freckles.

He cleared his throat. "Lass, perhaps exchanging contact information would be acceptable?" he asked, hoping she would agree.

She wasn't the type of girl to give a guy her information while dating another, but there was nothing wrong with making a new friend.

"Okay, can I borrow your phone?" she asked.

He patted his pockets and shook his head. "I must have left mine at home charging. I'm sorry, but I can enter my details in yours."

She smiled and searched for it in her bag but came up empty. "Damn it. I don't have my phone either. I hope you don't mind if we exchange information old school." She wrote down her name and phone number on a piece of paper and a gust of wind blew it away.

He huffed his disappointment and said, "Perhaps it was fate telling us to back off."

"I don't believe in fate. I can write it on something else," she said when she noticed his face.

He smiled. "I have an idea." He took out a five-dollar bill. "Write down your name and phone number."

She did as he told her and once she was finished, she handed the five dollar bill to him.

"Thank you, my lady," he said and walked across the street to a vendor's cart.

She eyed him curiously. He was so oddly refreshing.

He purchased some gum with the money and turned to wink at her as he walked away.

She jumped into action and walked after him. "Hey! What was that? I thought we were exchanging information."

"Lass, the signs point out it's not the right time, but when it is, you will hear my voice and then you will believe in fate."

She rolled her eyes. "You don't have an incredible night with a perfect stranger and leave it to chance? But what about me? Shouldn't I get the same opportunity to find something with your details? It would be the fair thing."

"You are right," he said as he found a table filled with books for sale. His eyes brightened when he found the perfect one and picked it up. "See this copy of JM Barrie's Peter Pan? I will write down my name and phone number and sell it to a used book store tomorrow. You will have to go in the stores and check to see if it's there."

The truth was that he wanted to ignore the signs. He smiled at Emma and pulled her inside the hotel they were in front of. "Lass, don't worry. I'm always a gentleman." He guides her to stand in front of the elevator, and he goes to the opposite side. "When the door opens you walk inside, and once the elevator door closes you need to press a floor number. Just don't think about it. Trust your instinct. If we pick the same floor, that means this is our time. If not, I will do as we planned with the book." Just as he finished his instructions, the elevator door started to close. "My name is Killian. Have a little faith in destiny."

Without thinking, Emma threw one of her gloves at him. The elevator closed, and Emma stared at the buttons. She took a breath and pushed the number 24 button while holding the bag close to her heart.

Killian pushed floor number 24 with a hopeful smile.

Emma rolled her eyes at the man's antics. No his name is Killian. Her elevator door opened and a man and small child entered. Her heart dropped as she saw the little kid press a lot of buttons at the same time. She still had hope that he would still be there, but once she makes it to the floor, Killian is nowhere in sight.

Killian had waited longer than he expected, but Emma never arrived. So he would wait to find her.

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captainswanmoviemarathon · 3 years

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Hello all! I know we still have fics updating and other events. I was wondering if anyone would want to participate on a new wave of CSMM or just do the event all year?

I mean if you write a fic based/inspired by a movie you tag us and we reblog or like we did last year?

I know last year was a horrible year and it affected our real life’s so much.

We had writers unable to submit their fics due to that issue.

Let me know what you guys think...

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demisexualemmaswan · 3 years

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the story can resume (2/???)

A/N: "I'll definitely update in October," I said to myself two months ago. I tried to write but I admittedly struggled a little bit with writing this chapter. Hoping you'll enjoy this chapter! Also, I thought Henry was going to bet he sole narrator and then the muse decided otherwise. Hoping you’ll enjoy Emma and Killian’s perspective too!

Summary: “The story can resume. … I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.”An unfortunate misunderstanding caused by secrets and naivety forces a young couple to be torn from each other far too soon. It’s up to Henry Nolan to put the clues together and right the wrong he has caused his sister and the man she loves most.Inspired by the book/film Atonement for the Captain Swan Movie Marathon. Tagging: @kmomof4 @hollyethecurious @teamhook @jarienn972 @dreameronarooftop15 @captain-emmajones @klynn-stormz @snowbellewells @csalltheway @captainswanmoviemarathon @captainswan21 @xsajx @lonelyspectator12 @yasbio2015 @mariakov81 @xarandomdreamx

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“And he burnt the manuscript?” Killian asked angrily, digging another hole in the ground for the new shrubbery.

“He tried to,” Emma sighed from where she was lounging on the grass. “Apparently it was rescued from the fire with only a singed back cover and enough emotional scars to almost keep Henry from writing ever again.” She closed her eyes, tilting her face toward the sun. “Was it a mistake for me to leave, Killian?”

Her voice trembled and it stopped him in his tracks.

“I...I can handle it when father gets like that. It’s been this way for ages, and he’s never understood Henry. I should’ve stayed here to protect him.” She slung her arm over her face to stop him from seeing her tears. He could tell by the way her chest hitched a little bit. “At the very least, by now they would’ve married me off and I could do something they’d actually be proud of.”

“Emma,” Killian murmured, putting the shovel down. He furtively glanced around to make sure no one was watching him before he sat beside her. “Emma, love. You would’ve hated being stuck here. As awful as those gits were to you, I know how much you relished using your mind the last four years. You’re brilliant in so many other ways that your father is an arsehole for being unable to appreciate. There’s no point in sacrificing your happiness for everyone else’s. You deserve to be just as happy as any of them.”

He reached out to touch her and then thought better of himself.

Killian glanced around again to make sure that Emma was the only one who had heard him. If he was to be honest, he had gotten quite used to the freedom that had come with being at Oxford. No one scrutinized their every movement, he could speak his mind to Emma, and she could speak hers in turn. If anything, their time away from the manor had solidified their ironclad friendship. When they were taking the train home, Emma curled into his side as she slept, the nightfall cloaking everything that they had wanted to hide from each other, everything they’d wanted to ignore. But daylight had thrown everything into a sharp relief.

Their stations, and Emma’s family, would never accept him as being more than the servant boy that they found on the street. Which would’ve been perfectly fine, if Killian had not been ardently and devotedly in love with Emma. He had no idea if she returned his feelings, but he fancied himself the keeper and protector of her heart.

(He had other feelings toward Emma that he would only act upon when he was alone, as he pictured the hollow of her throat, her hair tossed back and what she would feel like around him.)

He would just have to simply resume the task in secret. If anything, it made him feel like her knight, championing himself for her, promising himself in all things to keep her heart safe. He was quite sure Emma would break his nose again if he ever verbalized his feelings, either sort of his feelings. She was a tough lass and she certainly didn’t need to be rescued. An incident in a bar at Oxford involving one Neal Cassidy and a broken foot certainly proved that to all and sundry that Emma Nolan was not to be trifled with.

But Killian did not mind building his best friend back up when she felt knocked down. She was fierce and brilliant, but it did not change that she needed to be reminded of this when the world knocked just a little too harshly.

“I’m supposed to be picking flowers,” Emma muttered, finally drawing her arm away from her face. Her eyes were dry, if a little red. “David’s coming home today. For a visit. Did you know?”

“Aye, I’d heard,” Killian murmured. “A very reliable author informed me.” Warmth and amusement flooded his tone and Emma chuckled softly in spite of herself. “He’s bringing the fiancee. Mary something.”

“Mary Margaret. And two friends: Walsh Ozman and Graham Hubert,” Emma sighed, her green eyes flickering up to him. In the sunlight, he could see the golden flecks that were found in both Henry and David’s eyes, but they made her eyes look all the more striking. “Apparently they’re both extremely eligible bachelors.” Her voice hardened and her eyes narrowed.

“Well, you can always break their noses and send them running,” Killian said serenely, standing up and getting ready to return to the yard work.

Emma rolled onto her side and looked up at him, a smile playing on the corners of her lips. “It didn’t scare you away,” she reminded him softly.

“And it never will,” he promised, heading over to the wheelbarrow and shovel again.

Emma’s hand reached for him as if to call him back and then she seemed to think better of herself, her fingers neatly folding in on themselves. “Thank you,” she murmured softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Killian.” She came up beside him for a moment and rested her chin on his shoulder, her arms ensnaring his waist.

He tilted his head slightly so he could look at her over his shoulder. “You’ll never have to find out,” he promised softly, his lips so close to hers that it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility to just turn around and kiss her.

For a moment they shared a breath, simply looking at each other. His eyes searched hers, desperate for some sign that he could do what he’d wanted to do for the last four years. Her gaze never broke from his, and he could’ve lost himself in the green of her eyes forever. She leaned in a little closer until a yell from the house distracted them both.

Emma pulled away abruptly, her breath rattled. Though he had not kissed her, he felt like his lips were buzzing with the anticipation of the act. “I need to go get the flowers,” she rasped, immediately turning on her heel and all but fleeing back into the house.

“Emma!” Killian called after her, racing to try and grab her hand, to get her to explain, to get her to tell him what the hell that just was.

But the honking down the lane signified the return of Liam with the car and the arrival of David and their guests.

And then one car became two, signaling the arrival of Emma’s cousins and Killian sighed. It was going to be a very long day.

“But I don’t want to act out your stupid old story!” Jack protested, folding his arms over his chest. “This is horrifically boring! Hardly any violence in it at all!” “I agree, I want there to be some action! I think it’d be rather exciting for Leon to be stabbed at the end and I am an excellent stabber!” Nick added excitedly.

“And I am very excellent at falling over and pretending to be dead!” Jack exclaimed. He leapt to his feet and Nick pretended to stab him. Jack held onto his chest and staggered before falling over, pretending to be dead. “See, Henry?” the boy asked, his voice muffled by the floor.

“No one is getting stabbed!” Henry protested hotly, crossing his arms. If he had known that casting his cousins in the reading of the story was going to be such an arduous task, he wouldn’t have done it at all. They were every bit as opinionated and bossy as they ever were, and any sympathy Henry had for their plight was long gone in the wake of their atrocious behavior. “If you want a part with stabbing then you can write your own story.”

“Let’s go swimming!” Jack cried, springing up from the ground. “It’s too hot and I don’t want to write or read any sort of story! It’s summer and I shan’t do any school work while I’m here!”

“It’s not school work,” Henry short back.

“No school! No school!” Nicholas chanted.

“Let’s go for a swim!” Jack cried.

“But then we won’t be prepared for--” Henry started, but the uproar of the twins drowned out his protest as the two bolted out of the rooms, racing to see which one could find their swimsuit the fastest and which one could do the biggest cannonball off the docks.

“Just a half an hour break, Henry.” His cousin, Ava, had only sat back during the whole exchange with a little smirk on her face. Even when she spoke, there was still a condescending edge to her tone that had Henry crossing his arms. “I’m sure you can manage that for your guests, can’t you? It’s what Uncle Leopold would want.”

Henry’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah, go take your swim,” he muttered, looking at the floor. “I’ll just be up here waiting when you guys get back.”

“Will you rewrite Arabella’s last scene so that she faints?” Ava asked, tapping her cheek. “I’m a wonderful fainter. My drama teacher at school says so.” Henry just nodded mutely. “Good boy,” she said snidely before flouncing out of the room.

WIth a sigh, Henry sat back down at his desk, pressing his forehead to the wood. There was a moment where he briefly considered tearing up the whole thing and letting his cousins off the hook. But he was sure that it would come back to haunt him someway.

No doubt Ava would complain that Henry wasn’t being courteous to the guests and had destroyed the book because it wasn’t going his way. And then Henry would get a long lecture which certainly would feature the phrase “man up” several times over.

Besides, as much as he wanted to, he was sure ripping up his manuscript would only prove his father right and greatly disappoint Emma. He was more afraid of the latter in that regard that the former and so he set it aside.

Still, there was nothing that said he couldn’t write a revenge story about his cousins very quickly. That he could shred up so that it would never see the light of day, and it would make him feel more amiable toward his cousins upon their return from their swim.

After quickly adding in a line at the end to indicate that Arabella would faint, Henry began work on his project to let out his frustrations. In this story, he was much braver, all but shouting at his cousins. In this story, his voice roared like a lion when he took back his manuscript from his father and his father kowtowed to his interests. And maybe in this story, he was just a little bit better at math. There was nothing quite like getting lost in a story, as the world around him seemed to fade away. His bedroom no longer seemed to exist, but instead a world of evil queens, werewolves and monsters. He was quite entranced in his plot when a shout drew him away from his writing. Going to the window, he saw Emma and Killian standing by the fountain. Their father’s favorite vase was beside Emma, full of flowers. Henry was too far away to hear exactly what they were saying but he could hear Killian’s voice shouting at Emma. His sister stood stock still before she brusquely began shimmying out of her dress leaving her only in her chemise. Henry ducked away from the window, his heart pounding against his chest. What had he just seen?

Had Killian told her to do that?

Emma, after leaving Killian in the garden, had walked back into the house to get the vase. Her cheeks burned with how close she and Killian had been, though she tried to convince herself that it was just because it was hot outside.

She only had a moment’s notice to pull herself together as the twins came barrelling down the hall.

“I can jump farther than you!” “Well I can swim faster than you!” “Goodness, what’s all this about?” Emma laughed, watching Jack and Nicholas chase each other around the table.

“Can we go for a swim, Emma, please?” they pleaded in unison, still chasing each other in a circle.

“Yes, of course you can go for a swim!” Emma laughed. “Go on! Race to see who can get there faster!” The boys giggled and went tumbling out of the house, shoving each other as they went. She smiled fondly for a moment before she went back to find the vase.

She picked her father’s favorite vase, knowing that he would want to show it off proudly on the table, and at least if she’d picked the right vase it would be a small recompense for whatever damage she was liable to do later on in the evening.

Closing her eyes and counting to three, she took in a few deep breaths still trying to will the heat in her cheeks away.

“Why are you so flushed, cousin?” Ava asked suspiciously from the door.

Emma’s eyes flew open. “Because it’s the hottest it’s been all summer,” she replied. “And I’ve just been in the garden.”

“With Killian, I’m sure.” Her cousin responded, then took a considerable pause before adding, “I’m sure your father would be very interested in hearing about that.”

Emma did not appreciate the tone that her cousin was taking. She stepped closer to Ava, just to remind the other girl she was a little taller and a little older.

“A reminder to you that this is my house, and I am to go where I please,” Emma replied firmly. “And if Killian happens to be working while I’m lounging in the garden, then there’s nothing wrong with that. If anything, I’m sure my father would love to hear how committed Killian is to the upkeep of the estate.”

She brushed past Ava before turning around and adding, “It would do you well, cousin, to be more gracious to your hosts. You may be a guest, but don’t think I don’t know about the money that’s gone into keeping your family’s indiscretions quiet.”

“Are you threatening me?” Ava demanded.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Emma replied with a thin smile. “I’m just reminding you that you could certainly practice a little more gratitude. After all, your reputation hangs quite precariously and if you fall out of my father’s favor, then you might actually have to work for a living, cousin.” She tilted her head and added, “Perhaps Killian might be able to teach you about gardening. He’s quite good at it.”

She began to walk away, but Ava was determined to have the last word. “At least I’m not a good-for-nothing like you!” Ava shot back, folding her arms over her chest with a pout.

She stopped in her tracks, turning around to face her cousin. The remark didn’t sting coming from her cousin. She heard it so often that the remark barely made a mark coming from anyone. “Was that meant to insult me?” Emma laughed, the sound high and bitter. “You’ll have to do better than that. I already know I’m a good-for-nothing.”

With that, she walked back out into the garden. Killian straightened up when he saw her, but didn’t dare approach. He went back to his work, watching her out of the corner of his eye. Emma picked flowers while she waited for Ava to stalk past them and follow her brothers. True to form, Ava flounced past them with her nose in the air.

“It’s an excellent bouquet you’ve picked, love,” was the first thing Killian said to her, after a few moments of heavy silence.

“Yes, I think David will like them a lot,” Emma said, trying to keep her voice bright. “I just need to grab some water from the fountain.”

“Well, that works out for me. Your mother wishes me to water the rose bushes by the fountain. I’ll come with you.”

Emma and Killian walked side by side to the fountain, the only sound passing between them the rattling of the wheelbarrow at first.

“You’re not a good-for-nothing,” he said quietly to her. “You have to know you’re…”

“I am, Killian,” Emma said quietly. “But you’re sweet for saying I’m not.” Her sigh was heavy. “Knowing me, somehow I’ll have picked the wrong flowers or the wrong vase too.”

“Well, let me water them for you,” Killian offered gallantly when they arrived at the fountain. “So that you can say you didn’t mess up the watering.” He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the vase.

“No, I’ve got it.” She tugged the vase closer to her.

“I insist, love.” He tugged it back to him.

“It’s watering a vase. I can do it.” A firmer tug and a firmer tone.

“Emma, it’s fine!” His handle broke off of the vase and fell into the fountain. His eyes met hers and he shrugged. “Oops.”

“Don’t ‘oops’ me, Killian Jones!” Emma demanded, running a hand over her face. “That was my father’s favorite vase. He’s going to kill me.”

“I’m sure he won’t,” Killian replied. Emma took a step forward to yell at him. “Careful!” he shouted. Her feet had barely brushed the jagged edges of the vase and she stopped, frozen for a moment. Realizing that the handle was still in the water, she quickly stripped down to her chemise and dove in to fetch it. She winced when she felt the jagged edge of the broken piece cut into her hand, but she still held on when she came up for air.

“Emma, your hand! It’s cut!” Killian exclaimed. “Let me help.” “It’s fine,” Emma replied, fully aware that she was dripping with water and her chemise was essentially see through at this point.

“Let me help,” Killian insisted again, gingerly taking her hand in his own.

“So now you’re going to a gentleman?” she asked, trying to keep her breath from hitching at just how close they were standing to one another.

“Goodness only knows what’s been living in that pond and if we have to cut off your hand, I’ll never hear the end of it,” Killian replied. “And I’m always a gentleman.” He took a bottle out of his pocket and gently began pouring it on Emma’s hand. “Ah!” she hissed. “What the hell is that?” “Rum,” Killian replied, closing the bottle and taking her hand back in his. “And a bloody waste of it too.”

“What? Are you drinking on the job?” Emma asked, raising an eyebrow. “Hardly, but it makes for an exemplary disinfectant,” Killian replied. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and began wrapping it around her hand. Using his mouth to secure it, he very gingerly tied it in a knot to secure it in place. “There.”

“Thank you,” she said breathlessly, the hairs on her arms standing up.

“Is that all your hand is worth to you?” he teased, pulling back. “Perhaps some gratitude is in order.” He tapped his lips playfully, and Emma rolled her eyes.

“That’s what the thank you was for,” Emma retorted, her eyes shining with mirth. “Besides, it wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me fill the vase.” Killian quirked an eyebrow at her, and she smirked at him, knowing full well that he had blushed when pretty girls looked at him at Oxford. “Please. You couldn’t handle it.”

“Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it,” Killian taunted, popping the ‘t’ sound in ‘it’.

Emma stared at him for a moment before grabbing him by the suspenders and yanking him toward her. Her mouth slid against his and she desperately pressed into it for more. His arm hooked around her waist while his other hand went to her hair, trying to draw her in closer. She couldn’t help but moan as their lips slid together and he pushed back as if he could never get enough. When they broke for air, she was still clinging to his suspenders. They were sharing a breath, and though Emma couldn’t see Killian’s face--when had she closed her eyes?--he sounded as wrecked as he felt. Then, with a horrified spring of guilt, she realized that this was her best friend, and by kissing him, she could’ve compromised his future and his esteem in her father’s eyes.

“That was…” Killian started, the wonder still in his voice. “A one time thing,” Emma said frantically, pulling away from him. She gathered her things together and headed back into the house, leaving Killian there alone.

It broke her heart to leave him there, but she couldn’t put his future in danger.

The kiss made her realize that he meant too much to her for that.

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kmomof4 · 4 years

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Chosen, Protected, & Saved Ch. 3

We made it!!! It’s the final chapter of Chosen, Protected, & Saved for the @captainswanmoviemarathon!!! Thank you all for the trust you placed in me after last weeks cliffhanger. Everything gets tied up in this chapter, happy ending ahoy, and I hope y'all enjoy it!!! Thank you so much for coming along on this ride with me!! I’d love to know what you think!!

All the love and hugs to @profdanglaisstuff and @hollyethecurious for their beta services, brainstorming sessions, and encouragement!! Thank you so much, ladies!!! This fic wouldn't be here without either of you!!! *MWAH* 😘

Summary: A little boy with the Heart of the Truest Believer. Demonic forces will stop at nothing to possess it. It’s up to Killian Jones, PI to find him and save him before it’s too late.

Rating: T

Words: 4253 of 18.4K

Tags: Inspired by The Golden Child, Kidnapping, Magic, Minor Character Death, Temporary Major Character Death, True Loves Kiss

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Ch. 3

Killian finally came to a stop in front of a warehouse near Boston harbor in the early hours of the morning. Even traveling down state roads and the interstate in the middle of the night, he lost count of the number of frenzied honks he heard as Bubo flew only about fifteen feet above the road and about that same distance in front of him. It made it wonderfully convenient to not have to worry about losing him.

Now that he was here, he scanned the building in front of him, taking note of the surroundings. The large, imposing structure reminded him of the slasher flicks he used to watch as a teenager. The kind of places that the audience groaned or shouted at the hero to not go in. A chill tried to work its way down his spine. He put a firm lid on it reminding himself that he had to find Henry and bring him home. Going in with no foreknowledge of this particular building or backup, it was important for him to identify potential hiding places, entrances and exits, security cameras and the like. It was times like these that he thanked God for the experience he gained as a beat cop then detective with the Boston PD before he left the force and struck out on his own as a PI. That background would surely be useful in getting to Henry.

Not seeing anything that stood out, and making a mental note of where Bubo had flown up to the building and disappeared, he checked that his piece was ready to rock in case of trouble and got out of his car. Securing the Glock in the shoulder holster he wore, he crouched in the shadow of the vehicle before he ran the fifteen or so feet to the side of the structure. Turning toward the lone door, he could feel the dark magic covering it. He could almost see the magic, even in the darkness, a slightly shimmering cascade that he hesitated to touch. Pushing back his exhaustion and gathering his courage, he reached out to touch the door and was amazed when his hand passed right through the magical barrier. The dark magic chilled him to the bone, but he turned the knob and found it unlocked. He figured the Dark One must not be too concerned about anyone getting past his magic.

As he opened the door, something oddly familiar awoke just under his skin. A humming that was strangely comforting. He remembered feeling something like it in the split second before his magic saved Emma underneath the cathedral the night before. Could it be my magic? Closing the door behind him, he took care to stay in the shadows. The main space of the warehouse was completely empty, but he didn’t want to risk being seen by any cameras that might be hidden by the shadows near the top of the building. He stayed by the wall and made his way around to where the offices appeared to be on the other side. As he got closer, the humming became a full fledged vibration. A rustle from up above drew his attention as Bubo flew down. He held his arm out like he’d seen raptor trainers do and Bubo landed neatly on his offered limb. He wasn’t prepared for the sharp talons though, as they pierced the leather of his jacket. It was all he could do to limit the scream that wanted to emerge to a loud pain-filled hiss. His magic started to crackle at the ends of his fingers as he continued stealthily toward the offices. Bubo was not thrilled with the magic sparking so close to where he sat, so he took off again.

Killian finally came to the first office, but as he peered in through the open door, he saw nothing of interest. As he moved toward the second, lightning started to spark from his hands. Killian inhaled sharply as he saw that the door was closed and the sheen of more magic caught his eye. Henry was obviously being held inside. The disquiet he felt in his spirit only intensified as he got closer to the door. For someone who was so desperate to keep him away from Henry and this case, there was a disconcerting lack of trouble actually getting to the boy. Killian pulled his gun out. He wasn’t sure it’d be terribly effective against the Dark One, if he also happened to be in the office, but it certainly helped him feel better. Not quite so vulnerable. He may have his own magic, but he didn’t have the first idea of how to use it, especially not in a situation like this.

He looked in the window of the door to the office. On the other side of the room, he could see a small boy asleep on the floor, covered by nothing but his own clothing. Killian’s heart nearly broke before an anger he had never known completely overtook him. He held his left hand up to the door, and a surge of blue magic completely obliterated the magical shield and destroyed the door as well. The jarring racket was enough of a shock without the startled cry both from Henry and the other boy in the room. Killian hadn’t noticed the teenaged guard asleep on the plush sofa behind the desk when he looked through the window. Another surge of rage filled him at the mistreatment Henry had suffered at the hands of the Dark One and his teenaged cohorts. Before he could even think, another surge of magic pulsed from his open left hand toward the youth. He still held the Glock in his right, but in a corner of his mind, he was glad it was magic going off and not the gun. The teen was thrown back on the sofa and was completely frozen, rendered impotent in thwarting their escape.

Killian replaced the gun in his holster and approached Henry as Bubo flew in. “Bubo!” Henry cried. Bubo landed on the floor before him and turned his head to look at Killian. Henry looked up at the man standing in the doorway. Something about him seemed familiar, though he couldn’t tell what.

“Henry?” Killian asked. Henry nodded. “I’m Killian and I’m here to take you home. Will you come with me?”

Henry nodded and stood up. “I know,” he said.

Killian tilted his head, puzzled. “You know?”

“Yeah. Bubo told me.” He held his wrist out. “Can you take this off, please? It stops me from using my magic. I can’t remove it, but someone else can.”

“Sure,” Killian replied. He reached under the black cuff on the boy’s wrist and pulled it off. He held his hand out and Henry took it as they walked toward the door. Before they got there, however, a chill came over Killian that meant only one thing. He stopped and looked down at the little boy whose eyes shone with absolute trust as he looked back at him.

“We’ve got to get out of here quick, Henry,” Killian said. “He’s coming,” he looked back at the door, “if he’s not here already.”

At that moment, a purple cloud of smoke enveloped him and Henry and the next moment, they were back at Regina’s.

“Regina!” Henry cried, running into her outstretched arms.

“Henry!” she exclaimed, “I’m so glad you’re safe!” She held him close and Killian’s eyes filled with tears at the sight.

Regina looked up at him and mouthed a silent “thank you” as she continued rocking the boy back and forth. She released him and held him away from her as she quickly scanned him for any signs of injury.

Henry’s eyes sparkled with happiness as he turned back to Killian. “Killian saved me.”

A watery smile split Regina’s face. “I know,” she exclaimed, “I was watching him. And you were right, Killian,” she continued, looking up at him. “The Dark One was there. He was just outside the office. I didn’t want to risk a confrontation with him, so I just brought you back myself.” She turned her eyes back upon Henry. “Henry,” she said, softly, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

Killian suddenly remembered the events from earlier in the night and it was all he could do to remain on his feet instead of collapsing to his knees in despair. He’d been so focused on finding and getting Henry, that Emma’s death had been pushed to the back of his mind. Now it came back to the forefront and all he wanted to do was curl into a ball until his complete and utter heartbreak eased enough for him to go on. His jaw clenched and his eyes filled with fresh tears as Regina took Henry’s hand in her own and led him from the room.

They climbed the stairs to the bedroom he and Emma had shared the night before. She was laid out on the bed looking so peaceful he could almost believe she simply slept. Henry stared at his mother.

“Mama?” he said, in a trembling voice. He took a step toward her.

“The Dark One came last night to get the dagger, Henry. Before Killian came for you,” Regina whispered. “He and your mama fought hard, but the Dark One killed her before I could intervene. I’m so sorry, Henry.” Regina choked back a sob as Henry moved toward his mother. “But, there is a way to save her.”

Killian’s head turned sharply towards Regina. “What?”

“Killian,” she began, wiping away her own tears, “there is no doubt in my mind that you share a bond with Emma. A bond that I’ve never actually seen before, although I’ve heard tales...” She took a deep breath. “When you got back here last night, you were both so tired that there was no time to talk about what happened when you went after the dagger. But I could see the remnants of the magic you used while you were gone surrounding you. And as I said when we were talking about your magic, it would have only come to the surface in a moment of extreme emotional upheaval. Whether that was fear, love, joy, or sadness. Can you tell me what happened to trigger it?”

Killian’s agitation increased at her question. Why was she asking him this? What did his magic have to do with anything? Especially when there was a possibility that Emma could be saved. They were wasting time!

Regina’s eyes bored into his as she made a placating motion with her hand. “I know this seems random. But please believe me when I say, it truly isn’t. My question has everything to do with saving Emma.”

Killian swallowed hard and looked down at Henry’s face. The little boy nodded at him, encouraging him to trust Regina and answer the question.

“We were underneath the cathedral, but hadn’t made it yet to the chamber of the dagger under Stonehenge,” he whispered, haltingly. “A teenager… kind of gangly, blonde headed, thin as a scarecrow, came at us with a sword.” He shook his head as the details came back to him. “Some kind of black, thick substance coated the tip. I would have guessed it was tar. But why would someone put tar on a sword?” He shook his head again, cutting off his rambling. “Anyway, he was coming for her and I threw my arm out to try and push her back out of his way. I remember feeling a tingling just before my magic shot out and sent him flying across the chamber.” He bowed his head in shame. “His head cracked against a column.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve never been responsible for the death of someone that young.”

“You’re sure he was dead?” Regina asked, her heart hurting for him.

“When it happened, we couldn’t stop. We had to keep going. But when we came back and he still hadn’t moved, I checked his pulse.” His eyes looked haunted, but his story confirmed her earlier thoughts. The manifestation of his magic at that time and under those circumstances told her that their bond was indeed True Love.

“You can save Emma, Killian,” she asserted.

Killian’s eyes widened. If the situation wasn’t so serious, she would almost laugh.

“How?”

“You saw how the Dark One removed Emma’s heart and crushed it.” He nodded. “Magic users can remove hearts. I can remove yours, split it, and put one half inside each of your chests. You have True Love for her, and that True Love should bring her back.”

“True Love,” Killian breathed, completely overwhelmed. He never knew that such a thing existed. But it would certainly explain the connection he felt with her and how and why he fell in love with her so quickly. Not to mention the way he felt about Henry, a little boy that he had met literally minutes ago. He shook his head again. He didn’t even have to think. “Do it,” he demanded.

Regina held her hand up and tilted her head to the side in warning. “There are risks that you should know about.”

“I don’t care about any risks,” he assured her, vehemently. “If it will save Emma, it’s worth it.” He looked down at the woman he loved on the bed. “She is worth everything,” he whispered.

The sun was rising and the bedroom was flooded with the morning light. Henry raised his hand to Killian’s heart. His palm glowed a vibrant gold color. A soothing warmth filled him. “You’ll save my mama, Killian.”

Killian nodded. “I will indeed, lad.” He looked at Regina again. “Do it.”

Regina placed her hand on his chest. She stared into his eyes, deadly serious before she pushed her hand into his chest cavity. The pain stole Killian’s breath, but he looked over at Emma on the bed and endured it as he felt Regina’s fingers close around his heart and pull it out. He caught his breath and beheld the glowing heart now in the palm of Regina’s hand. He looked back at Emma on the bed, and while he could still feel his love for her, it was muted. Regina looked back up at him.

“When your heart is no longer inside your body, all your emotions will be dulled. They’ll be restored as soon as it’s back where it belongs.”

Killian nodded. “This is going to hurt. Are you ready?” Regina asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” he replied.

Regina placed her other hand over his heart and twisted. A pain far worse than being shot burst through him and his knees buckled. He landed on all fours on the floor and looked back up. Both of Regina’s hands now held a piece of his heart. She knelt before him and placed her right hand at his chest again. She pushed into his empty chest cavity and he took a deep cleansing breath as the agony subsided.

“Can’t say as that’s something I’d ever want to repeat, love,” he quipped.

Regina let out a small laugh. “I should hope not.” She rose with him and turned to Emma on the bed.

She moved quickly and pushed her other hand into Emma’s chest. Everyone held their breath as they waited. When about twenty seconds had passed with no movement from Emma, Regina’s brow furrowed and panic started to rear its ugly head in his mind. Henry turned to Regina.

“What’s wrong? Why isn’t she waking up?”

At that moment, the bone chilling cold of the same dark magic that he had encountered just a short time ago came over Killian. He turned wide, alarmed eyes at Regina who stared at him with equal apprehension.

“He’s here,” they stated, together.

Regina waved her hand and the dagger appeared in her hand. She handed it to Killian.

“This is the only thing that can destroy him.” Regina’s eyes were wide with dread as she gave him last minute instructions. “As the Chosen One, it falls to you. As long as you hold it, you are master of the dagger. He can’t summon it to himself. Don’t lose your grip on it, whatever you do!”

Killian nodded. Regina continued as they all ran downstairs. “You may be untrained in magic, Killian, but your love for Emma has made you powerful. Use it! Magic is emotion. Keep your love for Emma at the front of your mind, and you can defeat him. Stay inside, Henry,” Regina said, turning to the boy. Henry nodded and he and Regina ran onto the back lawn where the Dark One waited for them.

“Ahhh,” he gloated, “You’ve brought me my dagger! How considerate of you!” He waved his hand and they were both frozen in place. Terror filled him as the demon strolled toward him. When he was so close that he could smell the fire and brimstone emanating from him, he felt the same sensation that he had just experienced at Regina’s hand.

The Dark One stood before him with his half a heart glowing in his hand.

“Interesting,” the demon cooed. “Only half a heart. Where is the other half?” he asked, speculatively, “Could it possibly be in the chest of your Twue Wuv?” he singsonged. He looked back at Killian and cackled. “But where is she? She’s not here, is she?” He got right in Killian’s face with such a face of gloating triumph that Killian felt sick. “No True Love’s Kiss, then? Awww, and that’s the only thing that can save her, isn’t it? Since it’s your heart, only your True Love’s Kiss will do.” Killian’s eyes grew wide as the beast’s statement registered in his panic. “But if I crush your heart,” he squeezed slightly, the pain overwhelming Killian, stealing his breath, “you can’t very well share True Love’s Kiss with her, can you?”

Rage filled Killian and if he could have spit in the creature’s face, he would have. But at least he knew why Emma hadn’t come back when Regina placed his heart in her chest. The kiss, his kiss, was needed to bring her back to him.

“Fortunately for you,” the Dark One continued, “I can’t crush your heart as long as you hold my dagger. But I can hold your heart. For as long as necessary. I can leave you right here, frozen, until your death returns my dagger to me. But, I don’t want to wait that long.” He shrugged, in studied casualness. “So how about a trade? I give you back your heart so you can save your lady love, and you give me my dagger. The Dark One never breaks a deal, so you have nothing to fear and boy is obviously well protected, for now.” He sneered in Regina’s direction. “Do we have a deal?”

Killian’s brain worked furiously. It was an impossible choice. By releasing the dagger, the chances of being able to destroy him shrunk exponentially, plus, he was giving the monster exactly what he wanted, bringing him one step closer to being able to harm Henry. A very large step. But, he would be able to save Emma and surely, between the three of them, they could protect Henry. If he refused, the Dark One would simply hold his heart until his death returned the dagger to the demon and Emma would remain as she was, forever.

He cut his eyes toward Regina, her own eyes wide with realization. He tried to convey how sorry he was in his gaze before he turned his eyes back on the demon in front of him.

“I’m going to partially lift the freezing spell I’ve got on you now and you can give me your answer.”

Killian’s mouth and hand holding the dagger were suddenly free.

“Fine,” he gritted out. “You have a deal. My heart for your dagger.” He opened his hand and the dagger fell to the ground. The Dark One giggled and picked the dagger up from the ground. He looked back at Killian.

“A pleasure doing business with you, dearie,” he chortled as he all but punched his heart back into his chest. As soon as he had done so, he was enveloped in a cloud of grey smoke and disappeared.

The enchantment holding them frozen disappeared with him. Killian collapsed to the ground and Henry ran out of the house toward them.

“True Love’s Kiss, Killian,” he cried. “When you give Mama True Love’s Kiss, you’ll save her!” Regina ran over to him as he struggled back to his feet.

“Aye, lad,” he replied, somewhat out of breath from his ordeal, “Let’s go give it a try.”

At that moment, the Dark One again appeared in the yard, this time just behind Henry. He had not gone far and was simply waiting for Henry to leave the house so that he could strike. Regina screamed as Killian jumped in between the Dark One and Henry and tackled the demon. Regina grabbed Henry and ran for the safety of the house.

They crashed to the ground and the Dark One lost his grip on the dagger. As they rolled, each trying to gain the upper hand, Killian remembered what Regina had told him on the way down. That his love for Emma made him powerful and that if he kept his love for her at the front of his mind, he could defeat the monster.

Killian closed his eyes and let the love he had for Emma fill him completely. He pictured the dagger in his hand and the same moment, felt the instrument in his grip. His fist curled around it and he pulled the hilt toward his chest, the blade tilted slightly upward. The Dark One was on top of him now, their faces so close together that Killian could see the madness in his enemy’s eyes and then the grimace that crossed his lips as he felt the dagger pierce flesh.

The demon went limp on top of him. Killian pushed the dead weight off only to find the dagger buried in the Dark One’s chest. A dark swirling cloud poured out of the wound and coalesced around the dagger. After a few moments, the cloud, the dagger, and the Dark One, his unseeing eyes staring toward the rising sun, seemed to fold in on themselves, until with a pop, they were gone.

Killian got back to his feet and looked to where Regina and Henry had made it inside the house. He ran toward them as Henry barreled out the back door toward him. He caught him in his arms and spun him around, laughing at the little boy’s exuberance.

“You killed him,” Henry shouted.

“I did, indeed, my boy,” he said. “You’re safe now. He can’t ever hurt you again.”

“Thank God for that,” Regina agreed, hugging them both.

Killian held them both in his arms for a few moments, relishing the fact that they were all alive and safe. All except one. He looked back at Henry as he set him on the ground. “Let’s go save your Mama, shall we Henry?”

“Yeah!” Henry shouted, taking off for the house again. Killian and Regina followed him into the house and up to the bedroom where Emma still lay.

Killian entered the room after Regina and Henry. The morning light completely filled the room now and Emma seemed to be surrounded by a gold shroud spun from pure light. He had never beheld anything so breathtakingly beautiful. Everything faded from the periphery as he moved toward her. His heart raced in his chest and his breathing hitched as he beheld her. His True Love. He knelt beside the bed and took one of her hands in his own. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles as he leaned over her and pressed his lips to her own. It took only a moment before a rainbow burst fell over them and Emma took a breath and opened her eyes.

“Killian,” she breathed. Killian’s face split in the biggest smile he’d ever worn.

“Swan,” he exclaimed, gathering her in his arms, tears of joy filling his eyes.

She hugged him back just as fiercely before they were interrupted by Henry’s enthusiastic “Mama!” before he launched himself toward her from where Regina had held him near the door.

“Henry!” She caught him up in her arms, hugging him tightly. “I’m so glad you’re safe! I was so worried!”

“I know, Mama,” he exclaimed, “Killian saved me! And he saved you, too!” Emma looked back at him, pure love shining out of her eyes. He scratched behind his ear until he finally looked back at her. “He’s your True Love, Mama! He saved you with True Love’s Kiss! That means he’s gonna stay here with us!” Henry spoke a mile a minute in his unbridled enthusiasm. “Right, Killian?” Henry turned back toward him, expectantly.

“With your mother’s permission, lad, I’d like that very much.”

Emma beamed as she held out her hand for Killian to take. “I think we can handle that.”

Killian grinned widely as he took her proffered hand and bent over to kiss her again.

It didn’t take long for Killian to move his PI practice to Storybrooke where he courted Emma properly, much to the sheriff’s dismay. A year later, Killian and Emma were married, and a year after that, Henry had a baby sister to show off.

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End

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Thank you all for all your love for me and this fic!!! I’d love to know what you thought!!!

#csmm20 #chosen protected & saved #krystal writes #art by krystal #inspired by the golden child

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lassluna · 3 years

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Off the Deep End (2/?)

Emma Swan has had to fight for everything in her life. She’s had to fight to keep a roof over their heads, she’s had to fight to keep her marriage from crumbling--that was a fight doomed from the start--and to fight to make something of herself.

Then of course that rich snob on a boat cost her her job. He’s an absolute prick who has probably never fought for anything in his entitled life. So when an opportunity for a little revenge pops up, who was she to deny it?

Now she has to fight to keep from having actual feelings for the amnesiac who might just care about her and her kids.

CS Overboard AU

Ao3 FFN

AN: Long over due second chapter of my @captainswanmoviemarathon, submission thank you so much for you support of this. I really appreciate it. Also thank you @carpedzem for the wonderful art It’s wonderful as always.

Chapter 2

Killian Jones had never wanted for anything. Not with his mother’s multimillion dollar shipping company that she had built herself. Their fortune provided him the opportunity to live in the lapse of luxury, anything he so desired was his with a simple phone call or a credit card. Everything except his mother herself.

He remembered Alice Jones fondly, remembers the trips to the beach they went on, being 5 years old and watching her teach his elder brother to sail. They both adored their time with her, their time cooking in the kitchen, going to a movie anything to keep the boys from realizing just how privileged they were.

He remembers what she used to tell them before they went to sleep. “A man who doesn’t fight for what he wants deserves what he gets.” She would say. He tried to live by that, even after her death when he was still a child. Even after his father, drowning in grief, spent most of his childhood in board meetings or bars rather than with him.

Boarding schools raise the children of the rich. This was a fact Killian knew quite well from all his time spent in them. But Killian was nothing if not resourceful. A man who doesn’t fight for what they want deserves what they get, and so whatever Killian wanted, he would get. He had enough power and influence to do so.

Sometimes it took money, other times it took throwing around his father’s reputation. Anyone who said no to him never held firm for long, all it took was a message to his father (His secretary really if Killian was being honest) and whatever stood in his way crumbled under their weight.

(Killian never really asked how exactly they did it, just that it was easier than parenting)

Liam never really liked Killian’s mentality when it came to these things, he always tried to teach Killian how to deal with things like this with honor or good form. Those concepts made him roll his eyes.

It’s not like Liam ever stuck around either to actually clean up the mess his bouts of ‘honor’ led him into. The moment Liam joined the military Killian was alone again, back to handling things his way. It was easier that way.

Killian would never want for anything. Except maybe for this splitting headache to subside. And it wasn’t from a bloody hangover.

“Here you go babe.” A voice says besides him as one of the crewen handed her an icepack to put on his aching head. “I can’t believe that crazy person threw you off your own ship!” She exclaims, the coldness seems to help his aching head.

He smiled at her, his brunette beautiful girlfriend of half a decade. He doesn’t know what he’d do without her, or at the very least he’d have a lot less fun doing it.

“Perhaps Mr. Jones needs to go see a doctor.” The crewman notes. Milah rolls her eyes.

“Killian is fine, aren’t you babe?” She asks. “We have a party tonight that I-we simply can not miss.” He smirks. Typical Milah, much like himself she knows that the celebration shouldn’t stop, he was Killian Jones after all.

What he wanted, he got, what he couldn’t have he’d buy. Simple as that.

“Mr. Jones, you have a call sir.” Another crewman said, the young lady who typically served the food. He waved her away.

“Tell whoever that is I’m busy.” He says. He does not have time for his father or brother getting involved in his personal life. Always wanting to change him to fit their needs. He had no interest in whatever they had to say.

“Your brother says it can’t wait.” She adds nervously. “He said something about flying over if you don’t take his call.

Killian groans in annoyance. The only thing worse than talking to Liam is him showing up here unannounced and killing his buzz. He recalls a time last year when he and his mates stormed into his party and effectively confiscated all the rum, a killing blow to even the most lively of events.

“Fine.” He says offering his hand for the phone. “What is it brother?”

“Nice way to greet me, little brother.” Liam says mildly amused.

“Younger brother.” He responds impatiently. Killian’s always hated his nickname which of course just made Liam use it at every turn. “Now tell me what’s so important that you had to threaten to show up if I don’t answer?” He snaps. He glances at Milah’s face, she seems mildly annoyed but listening all the same.

“Why are you in Maine?” He asks. “You’re supposed to be in New York for father’s birthday.” Killian rolls his eyes.

“Well that’s exactly why I am here, brother. Today it’s Maine and then tomorrow we head out to cross the Atlantic, we’re thinking of hitting London next.I have no intention of visiting my father and his gang of supporters and gathering around and talking about what a wonderful father he is.” Killian snaps. “You and I both know he wasn’t.”

“Be that as it may, he still only wants the best for us.” Liam adds. “Just come down, smile and then you can be off again.”

“You know the second I step foot there he’s going to be down my throat about taking up the reigns of the company alongside you.” Killian reminds him. He does so every time he sees him.

“And is that so bad?” Liam asks. “Is it so terrible to try to protect what mother built? So terrible to make something of our lives?” Killian can tell he was getting impatient with him “It’s about time you stop obsessing over the past and grow up brother.”

“Easy for you to say, you joined the bloody military to get away from him.” Killian reminds him. While Liam was off being the honorable brother, he was expected to take part of their mother’s company. He never wanted any of that. But what he wanted never seemed to matter.

“And you used alcohol and your bloody boat.” Liam snaps. “What would our mother think if she saw you now? Prancing around without a care in the world with that gold digger at your side”

Now Killian was getting angry. “Mother always said we need to fight for what we want, brother. And right now I want to be done with this conversation.”

Killian didn’t wait for a response before hanging up.

He gives a long sigh, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Talking to his family always left him frustrated. Couldn’t they see he was not interested in any of that? That he was perfectly content with life as it was?

“I’m sorry sweetie.” Milah says, as she always does when he has a difficult phone call with his family. “But maybe it’s best for us to go.” She offers. “Rub a few elbows, and maybe get absolutely wasted at your dear ol’ dad’s expense.” She says with a smirk.

He can’t help smile at Milah’s attempt to make him feel better.

“But for now, let’s get ready for the best party this little rundown port has ever seen!” She says happily. She stands up and points to the crew who had given her the cold press. “What are you standing around for? We have work to do.” She announces. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll take care of everything.” She promises.

True to her word, she does. Killian can’t help but laugh at the way Milah barked her orders and demanded at his employees, making sure that this party Milah insisted on throwing was to her liking.

Hell hath no fury like a disappointed Milah.

The party was excellent, just as Milah intended. Lord knows he would have heard about it had things gone any other way. It was something Killian liked about her, always striving for perfection.

They headed off to sea onwards the end of the party, just in time for the locals to get the bloody hell off his ship. Killian quite enjoyed it like that. He much preferred to head off to England with just his normal crew and Milah.

“Did you have a good time?” Milah asks, smiling down at him from her position on the railing. He was nursing one last beer, watching the lights from the town fade away.

“Of course love.” He says, standing up to give her a swift peck on the cheek. She didn’t hesitate to draw him in deeper, a hand on his cheek. “I always do.”

It made her smile brighter.

“Always.” She repeats. “That’s what I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. We’ve been together for years Killian.”

He nods. It had been a whirlwind romance, full of sex and alcohol and quite a bit of fun along the way. She understood him in ways that most did not. Far more than his brother or father ever did.

“Always.” Milah repeats. “Do you think...” She trails off. He smiles, cupping her cheek.

“What is it? You know you can talk to me.”

“Killian.” She says slowly. “Have you ever thought... do you think...”She looks away then glances up. “Marry me Killian Jones.”

He doesn’t think he’s heard her correctly. Marriage? Him?

He can’t help it, he bursts out laughing. Him marry her? It was more ridiculous the more he thought about it. He felt Milah push him away, her hopeful smile gone in an instant.

“Why are you laughing?” She demands. “You ungrateful bastard.” She pushes him again rougher.

“Milah...” He says trailing off. “Why the hell would I want to marry you?” Because that’s the truth. They’d never spoken about this, never talked long term. Sure they've been together for the last few years but he never...he never thought about them being long term, never thought she wanted that life.

He sure as hell doesn’t want it. He doesn’t want to run the company like Liam wants him to. He doesn’t want to stop seeing the world and he sure as hell doesn’t want marriage and children.

Perhaps Milah doesn’t quite understand him like he thought.

“Because-Because” She stutters out. “Because you love me!” She declares.

He shakes his head. “Milah I think you have the wrong idea about what we have. It’s just...fun, nothing so serious. Just mindless fun.”

“You absolute jackass!” She shrieks and gives him another push in the chest. It doesn’t hurt persay, but it does make his grip on the railing loosen, then there’s a sickening crack as the security on the railing breaks under their weight. He stumbles backwards and barely catches himself. He’s holding onto his ship now.

“Bloody hell.” He curses. “That was a close-”

He’s interrupted by something being smashed over his head. The next thing he knows he hits the freezing cold water below.

He wakes up cold. The sun is high in the sky and everything bloody hurts. From his head, to his arm to ever bloody inch of his skin.

He groans at sound above him, buzzing and buzzing.

“...who is he...”

“...ambulance...”

He opens his eyes just a crack. There’s a man, no two of them, standing over him, one has a phone in his hand.

“Sir?” he says. “Are you alright?”

He’s not but that should be bloody obvious.

“Can you tell us your name?” He blinks.

He can’t. He can’t remember...anything.

“Killian Swan.” He repeats, now knowing his name.

Something about the name doesn’t sit right with him. But then again, he doesn’t know what does sit right with him.

He narrows his eyes at the blonde. “And you’re my wife?” He repeats, looking over the blonde once more. She’s attractive enough, he thinks. But she seems guarded, not at all the warm welcome he expected from a loving wife. Not to mention the obvious waitress outfit she had on. No, no wife of his would have to resort to serving food to make a living. He can’t explain it, but he knows that his life was more than that, it was...he wasn’t sure...

“What the bloody hell happened? Why am I here and why can’t I remember anything?” He snaps impatiently. He has a hundred questions, starting with why he woke up on the beach and why it took him so long to be found. He’s been in this insufferable hospital for hours and-

“Cool it buddy.” The blonde snaps, shutting him down immediately. “Doctors say you got hit in the head, gave you some long term amnesia, probably from falling off the harbor drinking.”

“Drinking.” He repeats. Now that sounds like a fantastic idea...

“How are you feeling?” She asks, her expression softening slightly. But he can still feel walls from his lovely wife.

“Irritated.” He replies. “And how do I know you’re telling the truth?”

The blonde crosses her arms. “You have a compass tattoo on your rib cage.” She replies. “A little detail I would only know if I was your wife.” She replies smugly.

“I do not have a-” He stops short as he lifts his shirt to reveal the exact compass tattoo the woman described. He traces it lightly with his fingers. Ink on his own body that he didn’t recognize. “Bloody hell.” He says in realization.

“You really are my wife”

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Swan on A Wire :: A Bird on A Wire CS AU

Hello!! I have been struggling with my other WIPs but I thought it would be a great idea to start a new one. I want to thank my lovely beta @ultraluckycatnd and my lovely enabler dream team @karlyfr13s @veryverynotgood @apiratewhopines @hookedonapirate @batana54 and all the lovely ladies on the CSMM Discord for their support.

I thought it would be good to dedicate @apiratewhopines this fic for her birthday because she has been such a fan of the story.

FFN//AO3

Swan On A Wire:

The bright yellow beetle sputtered as it chugged the last of the gas fumes. The poor old car was running on empty. She managed to pull to the side of the road as it rolled on the gravel in order to avoid traffic if she got stranded. The radio played a soft melody. The blonde's tears blurred her vision. She couldn't accept the proposal of her longtime boyfriend on the spot. He had been patient with her, almost saintly. He had been with her throughout her mourning. She had lost her first love and their friend at the same time. That is why she was driving her old car. One last trip down memory lane. He had told her he could no longer live in the shadow of her lost love. So he gently placed the engagement ring on her finger and said, "Emma, I love you, but you need to say goodbye to him. If you come back to me wearing this ring, I will know your choice. If not, I will still be in your corner as your friend." It was a small break in their relationship for her to decide if she could finally move on or stay living in the past.

She knew it was time, but it was so difficult to say goodbye. She decided a road trip on her own would be the final hurrah. Yes, she wanted to reminisce one last time about her time with her beloved before she finally moved on with her life and put him to rest.

The bug finally stopped and her head slowly slumped and hit the steering wheel. She took a breath and exited the vehicle. She looked around and saw no cars coming; that was both good and bad. No traffic meant no help, but she wasn't going to cause an accident. She took out her phone, no signal. That was priceless. She walked to her trunk and opened it to see if she could find an old map from their old trips. He had collected so many maps. He would smirk and ask her, "What kind of navigator would I be if I wasn't prepared?"

She opened the trunk only to notice all his maps were gone. She didn't throw them out. It must have been either MM or David. She did notice, however, a brand new gas container and a box. She swiveled the gas container and it had gas. She opened the box and it was a GPS system with a note. "Emma, since we didn't know what route you were going to take, we thought this would help in case of an emergency. Be careful, love MM and David.

She smiled and at the moment loved her friends' overprotectiveness. She poured the gas in the tank and turned on the GPS. She had enough gas to get her to the closest gas station.

She arrived at a small, full-service gas station. She noticed a man in the mechanic shop. "Excuse me, sir?"

The man stopped working on the car and paused for a second, cleared his throat, grabbed an old worn-out cap from the table, and put it on. He slowly turned to face her with half his face covered from the cap and oil smudges.

With a lousy country accent, he muttered, "Ma'am?"

"I need to fill the tank; do I do that myself or will you? The sign says full service." She didn't want to upset anyone who was just doing their job. She looked at him and there was a familiarity. Her heart started beating faster. Familiar bright blue eyes. She looked at the dirty mechanic uniform for a nametag.

He noticed she was observing him. "I'll take care of it. Miss, you should get in your car."

He walked around her towards the car. His smile was completely missed by her. He pulled out the gas pump and went to fill the car.

She walked to the car, her heart pounding so fast.

He moved fast once the car tank was full. He washed the windows and once he reached the driver's window, he casually covered his lips with his elbow as he leaned on the car. "Your total is $23.32."

She smiled and handed him the money. "Thanks, Killian." She waited for his reaction.

He froze for a mere moment. "Ma'am, I'm sorry you've confused me with someone else. My name is James Rogers."

She stared at him and nodded. "I'm sorry, you just reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago."

He nodded and looked down at her left hand and noticed a big diamond. His heart dropped to his stomach. "No problem, good day Miss."

He turned and walked back to the mechanic shop. He closed the door and put the closed sign up.

Emma looked at the time. She was going to need to find a hotel. She put the car in drive and couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror.

Inside the mechanic shop, Rogers peeked out the window. "Bloody hell." He took out his phone and speed-dialed #1. "Keith, I need to be relocated. Again."

"What happened?"

"My ex somehow ended up at the gas station. She recognized me. I tried to convince her otherwise, but she is a stubborn lass."

As his conversation continued with his handler, Killian was running around grabbing essentials. He had his ever-handy backpack ready to go. Gods, he'd had to move so many times for different reasons.

Keith said, "I'm sending someone in the area to pick you up."

Killian couldn't believe his luck. He really liked the job and his boss the old man had been too nice to a scoundrel like him. He scribbled a brief thank you to the man.

Emma had driven away from the gas station unsure of what the hell just happened. She was sure it was Killian; his voice, she could never forget his voice. Emma arrived at her hotel dazed. Her heart was beating so fast. She was in danger of having a heart attack. She couldn't get the gas attendant out of her mind. He said his name was Rogers but in her gut, she knew it was her Killian. She needed answers. He left her behind after promising he would never leave her. Had he been in that town all this time? Did he know about Liam?

She parked outside her hotel and didn't get out. Instead, she made her way back to the gas station. It was too much. Her heart knew it was him. It didn't matter if he lied, he was not James Rogers, he was Killian. Because when you love someone, you just know and her heart was sure it was him. She needed to know why she had to grieve for him if he was obviously very much alive.

She drove back to the gas station, hoping he was still there. The street was dark. She parked her bug across the street waiting. She felt like a stalker. Was she one? If this man wasn't Killian she was going to be so embarrassed, but even the timbre in his voice was the same. The accent wasn't the right one but it sounded fake to her ears. She still had one last resort; he would have to show her he didn't have a swan tattoo covering his heart like a shield. She would not leave until he would let her see if he had it or not.

She was about to get out of the car but noticed the lights were off and the small building looked abandoned. She noticed a black SUV slowing down in front of the garage door.

::24 Hours Earlier::

The prison gate opened and a man emerged dressed in a leather jacket and faded jeans, quickly approaching the parked black vintage 77 Trans-am. He opened the door and sat down, turning his attention to the man in the driver's seat.

"No luggage?" the man raised a brow.

"Teach, shut up and drive."

"My, my, prison certainly rid you of your sense of humor," he said as he put the vehicle in drive and peeled off.

The ride was silent for miles.

"Did you find him?"

Teach kept his eyes on the road. "Silver, not yet but we will. My contact will let me know the moment he surfaces and when he does, we will finish this."

"He has to pay for putting me in that place. They fed us bologna sandwiches. That is disgusting!" Silver growled.

Teach couldn't help the snicker that left his lips. "We will do it ourselves."

Keith Nottingham sighed in defeat. His past had caught up with him days ago. He received a call giving him instructions to erase a witness; if not, his tainted past would surface. He would lose everything.

He cursed himself and did the only thing that ensured his survival and made the call after Jones reached out to him for relocation. The line rang once.

"Teach, I got him. He is working at a mechanic shop in a small town, and now we're done!" Keith growled. The line went dead after giving the location details.

If his old partner knew what he had just done, he would be disappointed in him. Nemo always saw the best in people. No one could ever know how low he had fallen, both in his past and just now. He had no choice.

Killian had been anxiously waiting for his contact for relocation to arrive. He liked the job and had worked out an agreement with his boss to stay in the small room above the garage. His boss occasionally stayed in the other bunk when they had a big workload. He couldn't risk Emma getting caught in the middle of the mess his life had become. Even after all the years that had passed, he still knew her, and she was still a stubborn lass that wouldn't give up easily. He was about to turn in for the night when he looked out the window and noticed a black SUV approaching the gas pumps.

Two men dressed in black got out and approached the door. Killian could see they were wearing suits as most agents did, but couldn't see their faces.

Killian opened the door wide enough to speak to the men. "I'm sorry, but the pumps are closed. They won't be running until early tomorrow."

"Interesting accent you got there," Silver said lowly.

Killian recognized the voice that ruined his life. He looked past behind the man to find his cohort glaring back at him.

Silver pulled out his gun and aimed it at Killian. "Any last words?"

Across the street, Emma had been watching the scene. Once she saw the gun aimed towards the man she believed to be her Killian, she reacted quickly. She did the first thing that came to her mind and pressed the horn until the men turned their attention her way before she sped away.

Killian made his move then; he ran inside the garage and slammed the door shut. He was frantic as he ran looking for his bag, but there was no time. He made his way to the back door. The narrow alley behind the shop was his best shot at escaping.

The dimmed alleyway clattered with discarded automobile parts. Killian cursed; he was supposed to clear that out, and now he was fighting to stay upright. He couldn't afford to trip and get caught.

He cleared the alley and reached the side street. He ran into the road, only to almost be run over by the yellow monstrosity Emma drove.

Emma slammed the brakes and pulled over. She stared at him through the window.

Killian winced as bullets missed him and hit the corner wall. He made his way to the car and tried to open the door as he felt a shot hit him in his butt.

"Emma, drive!" Killian groaned as he closed the door with a broken side mirror. He tried not to put his weight on his bum.

Emma hit the accelerator and they disappeared into the night.

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