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A Peter Pan X fem!reader in which she feels him distant and thinks he doesn't love her anymore, so she tells him

Pairing: ouat Peter Pan X fem!reader

Warning: slightly angst but super smut, a lot of sex (a bit of rough sex), but I put a warning where the sex scene starts, so you get to decide if you want to keep reading or not. A bit o violence, you get hurt.

P.s. English is not my mother tongue and writing a sex scene in a language that is not your first is kinda complicated so if you find mistakes just tell me because I want to improve c:

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"Peter, please, can you give me a second of your precious time?" Y/n puffed in frustration and looked at her boyfriend. He flew down to her and put a hand on her shoulder. She was medicating a boy.

"Sorry babe, I'm here." he apologized to her and she raised her head to look at him.

"The Lost Boys are looking for their leader, pirates are still on the island. You know that boys always get exited when it comes about pirates and they have been here for weeks, they want instructions on what to do and they want to know when will be the next battle." She explained while finishing medicating the boy's leg; a deep cut was visible on it. She had just finished stitching it and she was now putting a bandage on it. The boy moaned in pain while standing up. "Here you are, Gabriel. You can go, but no jumping and climbing trees for at least a week. Tomorrow morning I'll check on the stitches." she commanded, her voice was severe. The little boy nodded and left them.

Peter proudly looked at y/n: he still couldn't believe how amazing she was. They had been together for months but he still wondered how was it possible that he had been so lucky to meet her. He easily fell for her, but it was impossible not to love y/n: the Lost Boys themselves immediately considered her one of them; since she arrived she proved her value by learning how to adapt to their lifestyle and also making herself extremely useful. She was a healer back in the Enchanted Forest and she also knew how to fight. He admired her at the beginning and was attracted by the fact that she was a little tease, then he fell for her and he realized the she was his person and he just wanted to make her happy.

Peter hugged her from behind, his lips barely touching her neck. "Someone is extremely hot today," he whispered giving her shivers down her back. She bit her lower lips but moved his hands away. "...and mad, apparently. Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, his face a mask of confusion. She looked at him while putting the blades down.

"Peter, I just... When was the last time we spent some time together?" She asked crossing her arms, she was irritated. She hadn't seen him in days, he was taking care of a lot of things but the fact that he was spending a ridiculous amount of time with that Wendy didn't exactly set her in a good mood. Since she was brought in Neverland, a couple of days before, Peter had been so invested in coming up with plans to make her useful that he ended up leaving the island more often than ever and seeing her more than how he saw y/n.

Peter frowned looking at her and scratched the back in his head before speaking "Well, we..."

"I mean, me and you alone" she added interrupting him. He bit his lower lips and realized that he actually had been so busy taking care of the new recruits, that lame little Wendy and the pirates situation that he ended up neglecting his girlfriend.

"Peter!" Felix's voice made them both turn, he was standing near the forest and looked inpatient. Y/n rolled her eyes and Peter cursed inside.

"Go" she said while looking at Felix, there were business to take care of, probably.

"I'll make it up to you, tonight. I swear." Peter said and pulled her toward him for a kiss; she immediately melted into the kiss. No matter how much she pretended to be mad, she was too in love with him. She caressed the back of his neck and bit his lower lip.

"You better do it, Peter Pan" she whispered on his mouth and licked his lower lip. He moaned and squeezed her hips, he suddenly realised how much he actually missed her in those last weeks.

"I'll see you at the Thinking Tree, at dusk. Just don't leave the camp without a sword, the presence of the pirates on the island concerns me." he whispered and gave her another quick kiss before walking toward Felix. She bit her lower lip and sighed, she was looking forward to meeting him.

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"Felix, I have to go. Just take care of the rest" Peter commanded while looking at his second in command

"What about the training of the new recruits?". He asked, his eyebrows frowning. Peter shook his head.

"No training tonight, I'm busy." He simply said and turned

"Just check Wendy, she probably hasn't eaten anything for a whole day," Felix said and stared at him, he puffed and put his hands on his waist.

"Don't look at me like that, Pan. You're the one who suggested us to make her more collaborative by making her understand that food is a reward, not a certainty." He added and raised his arms. Pan rolled his eyes.

"Fine, I'll go check on her." He concluded and flew toward the forest.

Peter was trying to speed up as much as possible. Organising the battle against the pirates practically took hours and the sun was already setting. He couldn't wait to see y/n and finally spend some time with her.

"Peter Pan." a voice took him away from his thoughts; he immediately stopped and cursed inside. The Shadow appeared in front of him, his figure so dark that it was almost impossible to identify it between the branches of the trees.

"What's wrong now, I'm in a hurry..." He said and tried to dodge it, but the Shadow easily reappeared in front of him.

"The Lost Boys fed that Wendy girl," He said, Peter scoffed. He didn't really care about that. "I may have found the Truest Believer, come to Skull Rock, we need to discuss about it." The Shadow added, his voice deeper than usual; he now had Peter's full attention. The boy ran his hands through his hair thinking about the fact that he was already late.

"Okay, but fucking five minutes, I've got an important thing to do." He said and the Shadow didn't even answer, it was already flying toward Skull Rock. Peter followed it, promising to himself that he would have stayed just a couple of minutes.

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Hours. She had been waiting for hours. She had left the Thinking Tree and gone back to her house.

Y/n threw her sword on the floor and quickly changed her clothes while thinking how pathetic she looked like in that cute white dress she decided to wear for the occasion, since she practically put so much effort for nothing. She wore a black pair of trousers, a green tank top and a pair of boots. She slammed the wood door of her tree house while leaving it and walked toward the camp. The Lost Boys were reunited around the bonfire, they were chatting and seemed excited for the next battle.

"Felix, have you seen Peter?" She asked while stopping near him. The blonde boy stared at her with his intense eyes, the scar crossing his face shining in the light of the dancing flames.

"Last time I saw Pan he was going to that silly little girl." He said and shrugged. Y/n felt her heart skip a beat. Again? Was he with her again? She started to think that he was tired of her or that she was now more interested in the new girl. She bit her lower lip and touched his arm.

"Thanks, Fel" she thanked him and he nodded. He liked her, she was a tough one and she was a very skilled healer; plus, since she arrived in Neverland, Pan stopped being mad all the time, which was totally okay for Felix since his leader tended to be unmanageable when he was not in a good mood. Not to mention the fact that his bad mood was always accompanied by an insane amount of rain and Felix hated rain.

Y/n walked toward the beach, she could see the pirates' vessel at the horizon, it was still illuminated; the pirates were probably discussing stuff. The air was warm that night and the moon was drawing figures on the surface of the ocean. She removed her boot and left them on the sand; she was walking on the seashore, her feet soaking in the warm sand, the waves crushing on the ground. She felt like crying, she couldn't believe Peter didn't show up. She wondered if he was still with Wendy, and if so why he had spent practically a whole evening with her.

Y/n finally arrived where she wanted to be: there was a little cave at the end of the beach, hidden by the vegetation, that she and Peter considered their secret spot. She entered in the cave: there was still their towel on the sand even if they hadn't met in there for at least two weeks. She sat on the towel with her knees attached to her body and crossed her arms around them, as to comfort herself. She had been feeling mad for days, but now she was just sad. She looked at the sea, it was calm that night. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching; only Peter knew about that place.

"If you're here to apologize..." She brusquely interrupted herself, it was not Peter. A man was standing in front of her: he was tall, with visible muscles; his face was half covered by a long and messy beard, his eyes were black as the night sky. He immediately smiled when he saw her, his yellow teeth making y/n cringe. He was a pirate.

"Look who I found, guys come here!" He shouted while taking his sword. Two men joined him, they all looked drunk but their eyes were scanning her. Y/n's hand immediately ran to her hip in search for her sword.

"Shit.." she whispered between her teeth. She hadn't taken it with her. She sighed and tried to think: There was no way out of the cave except the one the pirates were blocking, so she had to find a way to sneak out between them. She was pretty good in the hand-to-hand combat but beating three of them? She was not sure. They might have been drunk and stupid, but they all were double her size. She felt a knot in her stomach and cursed inside for having left her sword at home. She had just one way to get out of that situation: she had to try and see if she could fool them.

"Oh good Lord, finally someone found me. I have been a prisoner for years." she cried while standing up. The two men behind looked at her in confusion but the one standing front row laughed and took her arm.

"You're good, little one, very good; unluckily for you, I saw you fighting side by side with Pan during our last battle, you're one of them and now you're coming with us, the Captain will be glad to have you on board, especially if he will find out that you're precious for Peter Pan." He said and squeezed her arm, she could smell the scent of rum. She stepped on his feet and punched him on his nose, he cursed in pain. She took advantage of his distraction and tried to run away, but another man took her by her hair and pulled it. She screamed and maintained the base of her hair while getting on her knees.

"You're a bitch!" The man she had punched walked toward her, his hand covering his nose while the blood was dripping down her fingers. Y/n grinned while looking at him.

"You're not exactly gentlemen either" she joked, her eyes stuck on the pirate. The other man walked toward her and slapped her with an insane strength. She fell on the sand, her hair finally free from the pirate but her lips pulsing in pain. She touched it and saw blood on her fingers, they were split. She spit the blood on the sand and stoop up, ready to fight. The man who had slapped her laughed and tried to stab her with his sword, she dodge the strike and kicked him in his stomach. He leaned forward while the other man, the one who pulled her hair, tried to hit her with a knife. Y/n lowered down and punched him under his chin, he screamed letting the knife fall. She was about to take it when she heard the deafening noise at a shoot . She felt the bullet quickly flying near her ear: ste stopped and held her breath. She raised her eyes and looked toward the source of the noise: the man she punched on the nose was pointing a pistol to her leg, his nose was still bleeding and his eyes were filled with hate.

"Next bullet goes into your leg," he whispered smiling, his yellow teeth now filled with red blood. She clenched her jaw and raised her arms, she was trapped. "Good girl" the man whispered without stopping pointing the pistol at her, she slowly stood up and started walking, the three of them at her side and the tip of the pistol pressing against the back of her head.

"How the fuck did you just call my girlfriend?" Peter's voice made them all wince. He appeared in front of them and looked at her, she had a livid on her arm, signs of fingers wrapped around it, and blood was coming out of her upper lip. Peter felt a rush of rage inside of him, the sky thundered.

"Another step and I'll kill her." The pirate with the broken nose spoke while taking her arm and pushing the pistol against her head. Y/n looked at Peter and opened her mouth wide: she had never seen him like that. He was furious, it looked like he could explode any moment. His eyes, normally vivid green, were now almost black. The clouds were massing over their heads and that was just another confirmation of how pissed off he was. He looked at the pirate and smiled, like a child smiles after he does something naughty. He waved his hand and the pistol disappeared in a green mist, now the hand of the pirate was standing in the mid-air but was empty; the man looked at it and opened his eyes wide. Y/n chuckled and looked at her boyfriend, he was still staring at the men.

"Come here, babe." Peter kindly said and reached his hand out toward her, she took it and he pulled her to hold her, no one opposed. She took a deep breath, she felt safe. He gently caressed her back before speaking again.

"Where were we? Oh, right. No one touches my girlfriend." He practicality growled and waved his hand; before the pirates could say something they were wrapped in a green mist. As soon as the mist disappeared, three worms were standing on the sand. Peter smirked.

"Now they look so much better." He joked before turning his head toward his girlfriend. "Are you okay, y/n?" He asked, his voice was kind and his hands were now caressing her cheeks. She nodded and put her hands on his.

"I'm fine, really." She whispered, he caressed her split lip and cured it with his magic. She stopped perceiving pain and touched it, it was healed.

"I didn't think you were going to appear, honestly." She confessed while taking a step back, he frowned. "Why not? Felix told me he had seen you walking toward the beach and I imagined you were here. Besides I felt that something was off." He explained while looking at her, she bit the inside of her cheek.

"Peter, we had a date and you didn't show up, then I find out that you were with Wendy. You're always busy lately, especially since she arrived here. I'm trying to draw your attention since weeks and I just miss you so much. I miss being kissed by you, walking with you around the island, training with you, I miss having crazy sex with you and falling asleep in your arms, exhausted but happy. You have been doing everything except being my boyfriend, lately. What the fuck should I think?" She nervously asked while crossing her arms. He was absolutely shocked: he couldn't imagine that she had been so upset for so long, he didn't know what to say. "I don't want you to be with me all the time, I get it, you're the bloody king of this island and the leader of those boys. I just want to be with you a bit more. If you do not love me anymore or you got tired of me, just say it to me because this is killing me and..." She tried to conclude while looking at him with watery eyes. He closed the distance between them and hugged her. She immediately held him back, her head pressed against his chest and tears running down her cheeks.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. You're totally all right, I've been a shitty boyfriend." He whispered while taking her face into his hands. He looked at her and caressed her cheek, she squeezed his shirt into her hands. "I was not with Wendy, I don't give a shit about her. I was with the Shadow, we found the Truest Believer " he said and she immediately raised her eyebrows. She felt her heart skip a beat, finally. "Oh my... Really?" She asked hugging him, she was happy. He caressed her back and held her tight.

"Yes, baby, we just have to wait for him to be born." He added and she smiled. She knew about the hourglass and she always comforted him about it, trying to give him hope about the situation. She looked at him, her eyes now filled with enthusiasm. He caressed her lips with his thumb.

"Never doubt yourself again, y/n. I fucking love you, more than anything, and you don't deserve the way I've been acting lately. I might have my duties and I might be a king here, but that makes you my fucking Queen and you must be treated like one." He said while grabbing her waist and kissing her. He crushed his lips against hers and she welcomed him. She opened her mouth to let his tongue in while her hands pulled a lock of his brown hair.

"What were you saying about crazy sex and then falling asleep tired but happy?" He moaned on her lips, his eyebrow raising and the corner of his lips curving into a smirk. She smiled while he was leading her in their secret cave. He was going to make it up to her.

WARNING SEX SCENE IS COMING

She jumped and crossed her legs around his waist while he sat down. Now y/n was sitting on him and she could perceive how much he wanted him. She stopped kissing him and looked at him right into his green eyes. She saw lust in them and smirked. She wanted to play a bit: she moved his head aside and put her lips on his neck. He moaned and grabbed her ass while she was sucking that delicate zone: she knew that it was his weak spot and she loved taking advantage of that information.

"Baby, you're provoking me..." He whispered while she blew on the zone she had previously sucked: the skin was turning red. She grinned staring the mark she left and then looked at him. He went totally crazy when he saw the desire in her eyes: she was looking at him with a raised eyebrow, her eyes inviting him to touch her. He moved her and layed her down while moving on her body. She moaned and grabbed his shirt to pull him close.

"I want you, Peter" she whispered on his lips, he smirked and immediately caressed her hips. His hands moved on her warm skin drawing figures on it. She took off her tank top and he stared at her beautiful breast, he absolutely loved every inch of her body. She caressed the back of his head while he started to lick one of her nipple. She arched her back while he teased her by biting it. He stopped just to take away her trousers. His lips were now tormenting her inner thigh while her fingers were running through his hair. He kissed her skin while enjoying the sight of his girlfriend. He was playing and she was going crazy.

"What do you want, babe?" He asked, his lips gently kissing her leg. She bit her lower lip and cursed inside. That bastard!

"I want you to touch me." She whispered and he smiled. He removed her slip and finally kissed her where she needed it most. She moaned when he sucked her clit, his tongue gently twirling on it. She pulled his hair and he put a finger inside of her.

"Oh my..." She whispered while her legs instinctively closed around his head. He kept penetrating her with his finger while sucking her clit. She was close, very close and he knew it. He knew what she likes and how her body worked. He had learnt to satisfy her because he really cared about her, he really wanted to make her feel good so he always payed attention to her body language. She closed her eyes while coming and covered her mouth with a hand, she was loudly moaning and he loved it. He kept sucking and penetrating her and enjoyed her orgasm as much as it was his own.

"My turn." She whispered as soon as she was done and pulled him down, she immediately kissed him while her hands were moving toward his penis. " You have too many clothes on." She complained, her lips on his. He smirked and snapped his fingers: his clothes disappeared. She grinned and kissed his chest, her body on his. She slowly left a trace of kisses down his chest, toward his waist and stomach. She stopped on his pubis and looked at him: her eyes fixed on his while she took his penis in her hand. He moaned when she started moving it up and down, her rythm was exactly how he liked it.

"Babe.." he whispered, she smiled before taking his penis into her mouth. Peter felt the warmth of her tongue long his penis and moved his head behind, his eyes now closed to enjoy the moment. She moved her lips around it while caressing her boyfriend's chest. She loved giving pleasure to him.

"Stop, babe." He suddenly commanded, she slowly stopped knowing that he didn't want to come. He pulled her toward him and violently kissed her, his hands running on her body. She moved on the top of him and took her penis in her hand, then positioned it and he pushed it inside of her. Y/n moaned loudly while he looked at her.

"Good girl." He whispered while squeezing one of her breast and penetrating her. Sex with Peter was always amazing: he knew exactly how to drive her crazy and he was gentle and rough at the same time. She jumped on his penis while he grabbed her hips, her y/h/c attached on her skin because of the sweat. He moved a lock of her hair from her breast to look at her.

"You're fucking gorgeous." He whispered, his breathing swallow and his eyes scanning her body. She smirked and put her hands on his chest, her face filled with lust. He suddenly took her in his arms and layed her down without letting his penis slip out. She laughed and shook her hand while kissing his chest.

"You always need to be on top, uh." She whispered while he pushed inside of her, she moaned and pulled his hair.

"I'm a dom, you know." He whispered, his lips near her ear. She closed her legs around his waist while he kept fucking her. He bit her earlobe and she scratched his back. He fastened the rythm feeling that she was close.

"Babe, I..." She tried to say but he kissed her before closing his hand around her neck. She rolled her eyes and smiled, she loved when he did that.

"I know baby girl, me too." He said and kept fucking her. They were both going to come. She sank her nails in his warm skin and he kissed her.

"Peter..." She moaned on his lips while coming, he felt her back arching under his body, her breast touching his chest and her legs shaking. He smiled looking at her and came too. She smiled while moaning on his lips and perceiving his warmth inside of her.

"I love you." She gently said and kissed him, he kissed her back before caressing her legs. He laid down at her side and pulled her closer to him, his arm wrapping her body. She put her head on his shoulder and caressed his chest, her finger drawing figures on it.

"I've missed you, so fucking much." He whispered while kissing her forehead, she chuckled while moving on the top of him and blocking his arms on the floor. Her face now inches away from his.

"I am the one who missed you!" She protested on his lips while letting his hands. He smiled and caressed her hips, her skin was still warm. "Are you tired?" He asked, a naughty smirk on his face. She bit her lower lip smiling and caressed his chest. "Not much, you?" She asked, he squeezed her hips while raising his torso to kiss her. He licked her lower lip before looking at her and answering.

"Not much."

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searchingwardrobes · 6 years

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OUAT Fandom Crescendo: Hope for the Orphans

I wanted to join in with @scribblecat27 's wonderful idea to "re-release" some of our early works in the fandom as a celebration leading up to the finale. I have actually been meaning to clean up this fic's formatting on Ao3 forever, so this was good motivation. Reading over it was interesting. It's nice to see ways I have grown as a writer since I wrote this two years ago. (Hard to believe!) I gave @whimsicallyenchantedrose a prompt wanting to see little!Killian and little!emma meet somehow in canon. I'm sure she would have knocked it out of the park, but I started thinking it over, and this - my first fanfic - was born. I'll never forget how scary it was hitting that post button! And who knew how far it would take me . . .

Tagging people I think may be interested: @kmomof4 @hollyethecurious @ohmakemeahercules @shady-swan-jones @awkwardnessandbaseball @shireness-says

When Killian Jones first saw Emma Swan, he had the strangest sensation that he had met her before. It was like a long-forgotten detail that niggled the back of his brain, and just as he began to grasp it, away it slipped like grains of sand. So he was delighted when it had been Emma Swan to volunteer to climb the beanstalk with him. “I was hoping it’d be you.” And as they climbed, he uncannily just knew things about her. That she was an orphan, for one. He wasn’t lying when he said she had the look of a lost boy in her eyes, but he noticed the look after the knowing. “Open book,” he had told her, but he hadn’t the slightest clue how or why.

The longer he knew her, the more he felt he had always known her. Of course, he never voiced this to Emma. He knew his Swan – he knew if he said such a thing it would terrify her. So it wasn’t until the night of their honeymoon, that he voiced it in the dark.

“From the moment we met, I have felt . . . like I’ve always known you.”

Emma surprised him with her response. “You too?” she asked, propping her chin on his chest. He could just make out the green of her eyes by the light from the bedside lamp. There was no fear there, not anymore.

Killian gazed down at her, confused. “You mean you’ve felt that way too?” At her answering nod, he asked, “How long?”

Emma snuggled into his side before answering. “Since the first day we met. I looked into your eyes and thought that I knew you from somewhere. I mean – I’m not saying it was love at first sight or anything-“ he could almost feel her roll her eyes at that notion – “it was more like a vague ‘I’ve seen this guy somewhere before,’ know what I mean?”

Killian chuckled, “Exactly.”

They both fell silent for a moment, contemplating what it might mean. Emma finally scooted herself up to nuzzle his neck. She murmured against his skin, “It’s probably just the whole true love thing.” How far his Swan had come to speak of it so matter-of- factly!

“Hmmm, “he sighed, as she lightly kissed his jaw. “And pray tell, love, exactly what does that mean?”

“You know,” she murmured as she lazily kissed a path across his face, “two souls destined to be together. Kindred spirits who recognized one another immediately, despite all reason. That sort of thing.”

And that was what they decided. The soul mates cliché. After all, what other explanation could there be?

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Nine year old Killian Jones stuck his head slowly out of the hatch leading below decks, so only his eyes were visible through a narrow crack. He searched carefully to be sure no other sailors were above deck. He knew, of course, that there was a sailor on watch up in the crow’s nest. But he would be scanning the skies and sea, not looking down below at the deck. Seeing that the coast was clear, Killian quietly slipped out on deck, padding silently to the railing. The wood was cool beneath his bare feet. He leaned over the railing and down at the water below. It was a calm night. He could even see the moon and a few stars reflected in the almost glassy surface of the sea, the image broken only occasionally by the undulating waves. He looked up at the velvet sky and reveled at the sight of so many stars twinkling down at him. He breathed in deeply the familiar scents: salt, seaweed, and damp wood. He listened to the familiar sounds of the ocean and the creaking and rocking of the ship. He felt the cool night air gently fan his flushed cheeks. This was what he needed so desperately after being cooped up for three whole days below deck. Even if the slight saltiness of the air stung his right cheek just a bit.

“Killian Jones! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?”

Slowly and reluctantly, Killian turned to face his older brother. Liam stood there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking far older than his 13 years.

“I just needed some fresh air, brother!” Killian tried to explain. “I couldn’t stay down there in the hold one more minute.”

“Little brother,” Liam said on a sigh, putting his hand gently on Killian’s shoulder, “you had a raging fever for three full days. The last thing you need is to stand out here, breathing in the deadly night vapors. You must remain abed until you get your strength back.”

Liam tipped Killian’s head up, then turned it to the side to look at his cheek. The deep cut there was still a bright, angry red, but the wound was no longer weeping. Killian saw the regret and guilt in his brother’s eyes.

“It could be worse, I suppose,” Liam grumbled, dropping his hand from Killian’s face. “You’ll have a scar, though.”

Killian decided that the best course of action was to make light of it. “Well, every good sailor worth his salt needs a scar,” he said brightly. Then he poked Liam in the chest, “And what do you expect? I was stitched up by a 13 year old.”

Liam winced. Okay, maybe it was too soon for that joke. But according to Cook, Liam may have saved Killian’s life.

“Well,” Liam replied, poking his little brother in return, “you should have kept your mouth shut, as usual, and refrained from setting off the Captain.”

Now it was Killian’s turn to wince. Liam was constantly berating him for his sass. “Just keep your mouth shut, Killian, and do as your told,” was the seemingly endless refrain from his brother’s lips. And it was true, Killian’s mouth was constantly getting him into trouble. He just couldn’t seem to help himself. A few days ago, the Captain had sent his youngest cabin boy below decks for some more rum. Unbeknownst to Killian, the barrel he had filled the decanter from was not properly sealed. Salt water had seeped in and ruined the rum. The Captain had taken a large gulp and promptly spit it out across his desk. He had roared at Killian, blaming him. Killian should have taken the scolding meekly and gone to get rum from the second barrel, but instead, as usual, he had opened his mouth.

“As drunk as you are, I’m surprised you noticed.”

The Captain had roared even louder and would have knocked his desk over if it hadn’t been nailed down. Instead he threw the glass tumbler in his hand right at Killian, who had ducked just in time. The tumbler smashed into pieces against the wall directly behind his head (really, who uses glass tumblers on a ship? was Killian’s ridiculous thought). Ducking hadn’t prevented a shard of glass from slicing across his cheek. The Captain screamed at him to get out, face red and eyes bulging. Killian had stumbled out, putting a hand to his stinging cheek. When he pulled his hand away, it was covered in blood. He wiped his bloody hand on his tunic, and reached up to his cheek again. By the time he stumbled on deck to his brother, his face and cheek were slick with blood again.

“Liam,” was all he managed to say before he swayed on his feet.

The rest was a blur. Killian remembered opening his eyes to find himself laid out on the table in the galley, Liam and the bos’un, Starkey, arguing.

“Cook’s gone to shore for supplies.” Starkey hissed, “What’ll we do?”

“I don’t know,” Liam hissed back, as if he didn’t want his brother to hear him.

“Go to shore and look for him, or a healer.”

“Captain was adamant that his slaves stay on board. He may do worse to me and to Killian if we disobey. Besides, Killian needs help NOW. Look at how much blood –“

“Then what’ll you do?”

“Get Cook’s kit. I’ve seen him do it before . . . “

“Have you lost your senses?” Starkey practically screeched. “You’re just a boy!”

“Exactly!” Liam shot back. “I need you to hold him down. I’m not strong enough.”

Then Killian saw Starkey and Liam bending over him. Starkey and the Cook had taken a liking to Liam and Killian a year ago when their father had left. The boys trusted both men with their lives.

Starkey took Killian by the shoulders. He thought he remembered tears in the man’s eyes, but surely he had imagined that. “I’m sorry son.” Then the pain. Killian writhed and screamed. Then everything went dark.

When Killian awoke, he was in his hammock in the hold. He was shivering all over, and no matter how tightly he wrapped his scant blanket around him, he felt chilled. For three days, he drifted in and out of consciousness. He heard snippets of conversation around him.

“The wound’s turned septic.”

“I was a fool thinking I could stitch him up!”

“You did what you had to, my boy.”

“The Captain is demanding to know where his second cabin boy is. He has work he needs him to do.”

“Then stall, damn it!”

Concerned faces floated in front of him. Someone made him lift his head to drink some water. Extra blankets were tucked around him. It wasn’t until later that he realized his brother, Starkey, and Cook and given him there’s. As the fever raged higher, he started to hallucinate. Calling out to his mother. To his father. And most frightening of all, was the hallucination he had of Liam. His brother was weeping, begging him not to leave him alone. It had to be a hallucination. Liam never cried.

But by some miracle, this morning Killian had awoke sweating and hot underneath the pile of blankets. When Cook had come down to check on him, Killian had asked for something to eat. Cook laid a gnarled hand against Killian’s forehead, and then whooped with joy. He had never seen the man do anything but scowl. He tried to get up, but Cook, and later Liam, insisted he was too weak. The two of them and Starkey were covering for him; the Captain had been too drunk to know his smallest sailor was missing.

And that was why, on this night, Killian had snuck out of his hammock as soon as the rest of the crew was asleep. Staying in bed all day when he had all his wits about him was about to drive him mad. It was dark, stuffy, and hot in the hold with absolutely nothing to do. And now he had no doubt Liam would send him right back down there.

So Killian couldn’t believe it when Liam said, “Ok little brother, we’ll stay up her for a bit.” When he saw Killian’s grin, he hastily added, “But not for long, and you’re sitting down.”

Killian couldn’t argue with that, he was swaying a bit where he stood. The two boys sat side by side with their backs to the railing and looked up at the night sky.

“There’s a man in the moon tonight,” Liam pointed out. Killian looked up. Sure enough, there was the outline of a man’s face. “Do you remember what mother used to say about the man in the moon?”

Killian shook his head and sighed, “No brother, I sometimes fear I am forgetting her completely.”

Liam gave him a small, reassuring smile, “It’s not surprising. You were only seven when she passed. But I can tell you stories. That way, you won’t forget her.”

“Ok,” Killian agreed with a smile.

Liam cleared his throat. “She always said to give your problems to the man in the moon. But you had to make sure to tell him everything, so he had all the pieces. Like a puzzle. Then, while you were sleeping, he would work out the problem for you.”

Killian tilted his head up to gaze at the moon. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated. He knew he could remember his mother if he thought hard enough. He had to. Slowly, an image came to his mind. A smile that would light up a room. A turned up nose with a dusting of freckles. He saw her face, still a little fuzzy, leaning over him and wiping his brow. He was four or five and was ill. He saw curls framing the pretty face. Light brown, like his brother. Her eyes? He concentrated harder. They seemed to change color. Crystal blue when she was laughing. A stormy gray when she was arguing with his father. Sea green as she sang him to sleep.

“She sang us to sleep!” Killian exclaimed triumphantly. “And told us bedtime stories!”

Liam laughed softly, “That’s right. She had a beautiful voice. Her favorite was –“ and Liam began to sing haltingly:

Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly,

Lavender’s green;

When I am king, dilly, dilly,

You shall be queen

Roses are red, dilly, dilly,

Lavender’s blue.

If you will have me, dilly, dilly,

I will have you.

The song came back to Killian and he joined in. “I’ll say, little brother!” Liam exclaimed. “It seems you’ve inherited her singing voice.”

The boys continued gazing at the sky silently, lost in their own thoughts of their mother.

“Do you remember what you always asked her at the end of every story she told?” Liam finally broke the silence.

Killian laughed, “Yes I do. No matter what it was about, giants, kracken, true love’s kiss, I would always ask her if she believed in it.”

“And she would always say, ‘I believe in everything.’”

“Aye,” Killian scoffed, “and you would always roll your eyes and say it was silly.”

“Not you,” Liam chuckled, poking his ribs, “you would always loudly proclaim, ‘Then I believe in everything too!’ Momma’s boy.”

“Hey!” Killian protested, but he didn’t really mind his brother’s ribbing too much. His mother used to always says she couldn’t believe two brothers could be so different. Now that his memory had been jogged, more flooded into his mind. The clearest memory was the day his mother died. His father was away, he couldn’t remember where or why, but Elizabeth Jones had insisted on her boys being allowed in the sick room. Their father was a respected merchant, able to afford a housekeeper for his modest home. Little did they know he had gambled it all away. Agnes, the housekeeper, had tried to argue with Elizabeth, but to no avail. She dutifully brought the boys to their mother.

Elizabeth spoke to Liam first, asking him to look after Killian. “You are all he has left,” she had said. He now realized his mother had known their father wouldn’t stick around. She gave Liam a ring with a garnet stone, hanging on a chain. She slipped it over Liam’s head, saying, “This ring will always bring you safely home.” Liam had nodded solemnly and vowed that Killian would always be safe.

“Killian,” Elizabeth had called, gesturing to her youngest son. Killian stepped to her bedside, unable to stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks. Liam was strong, but he was weak. “Killian, you have more love in your little finger than most people have in their whole bodies. When you love, you love fiercely, with all that you are. That is rare, my son. And it is strength. It will make you a hero some day.” At this, she took Killian’s freckled face in her hands. “No matter what happens, Killian Jones, no matter what mistakes you make – and we all make some – never forget that you are destined to do heroic things. Promise me you won’t forget.”

“I won’t mother,” Killian had sobbed. Then he had thrown his arms around her. Elizabeth had held him close, drawing Liam into the hug as well.

“Forgive me boys, for leaving you.” She wept. “I don’t want to.”

“Of course we forgive you, mother,” they had both declared. And the next morning, she was gone.

Killian looked up now at the man in the moon. He didn’t have a problem for him, not exactly. More a question. He realized he had broken his promise to his mother. He had already forgotten that he could be a hero. Because his mother was the only one who had ever seen that in him. So, with her gone, he had forgotten. Liam loved him, he knew without a doubt. But he always had the nagging feeling he was letting his brother down. “Why are you always getting into trouble, Killian?” “Can’t you keep your thoughts to yourself, Killian?” It was always something. So Killian Jones looked up at the moon and asked one single question as he closed his eyes.

“Will anyone ever see me the way my mother did?”

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Killian’s eyes blinked open. He must have fallen asleep on deck. But – something wasn’t right. The surface against his cheek was smooth and cold, not rough and damply warm like the wood of the ship. Someone was saying something to him. . .

“Sweetie . . . come on, sweetie, you need to wake up and get off the bus.”

Wait . . . what? Everything was off. The woman’s strange accent, calling him sweetie, and . . . what the bloody hell was a bus?

Killian jolted up, looking frantically around him. In front of him was a plump woman, middle aged, holding what looked like a rectangle of smooth wood.

“Wh-where am I?” he stuttered. He looked around him – it was all so strange. Two rows of leather benches with an aisle down the middle. And the entire thing was encased in some kind of metal? What was this place?

The woman in front of him chuckled. “You’re at the Valentine’s Day party. All the other children are already inside. You must have fallen asleep.” She looked down at her piece of wood. “Now, what is your name? I thought we had counted everyone.”

“K-Killian J-Jones.”

The woman frowned. “I don’t see your name here.” She shrugged and looked at him with sympathy. Killian wasn’t sure, but it seemed like she was staring at the cut on his cheek. “You must be a brand new arrival. I’ll add your name – go on inside.”

Killian didn’t know what else to do but obey her. He walked down the aisle towards a door at the front of the vehicle he was in. He guessed it was a vehicle. The seat at the very front had a wheel in front of it. He walked down the steps and onto a smooth, black surface. It was all so strange. He looked behind him at the vehicle he had just exited. Large and bright yellow with four enormous wheels. Bizarre. There were words painted across the side in black. He was grateful that Liam had continued his reading instruction after his mother passed. “Baptist Children’s Home.” A children’s home. A nice way of saying orphanage. Great. He was apparently in a strange realm, separated from Liam, and in an orphanage.

“Better hurry up,” the woman behind him admonished. “The food will all be gone.”

Food! Well, at least he wouldn’t starve. He could certainly eat before trying to get back home. Even Liam couldn’t argue with that. He saw a strip of white through a small green lawn. A path. It lead up to two large doors. From the doors and windows of the strange looking building poured a bright, glaring light. What type of lanterns did they have in this realm to make light that blinding? As he walked nearer to the doors and the light, he could see the kind of clothes he was wearing. His trousers were made of a stiff, blue material. The shirt he was wearing was thin, but soft, with strange pictures. The pictures were like nothing he had ever seen, but he could read the words “Star Wars.” That was odd. Over the thin shirt, he wore a short coat made of similar fabric as the trousers. He shivered a little as the wind blew. Seems orphans wore coats too thin in any realm.

Walking into the bright room was overwhelming. At first Killian didn’t know where to look. Glittering, paper hearts of red and pink were hanging on almost every surface of the room. Children of various ages were all around the room. Some were talking, some were playing what looked like carnival games, and at one long table children sat with more paper hearts, rubbing them with colored sticks. But what finally arrested Killian’s attention was the table draped in pink and red tablecloths in the dead center of the room. Food! He tried to calm himself as he approached the table, but he had never seen so many confections in his life! His mother used to make them shortcake with strawberries for their birthdays, but this! The table was a rainbow of color he had never seen on food before. Cakes, pastries, cookies, and . . . was that chocolate?! Pirates would raid ships carrying chocolate, vanilla, or cinnamon, but in this realm such things must be as abundant as sea water. Why else would they serve such rich foods to mere orphans?

Killian almost couldn’t decide what to try first when his eyes landed on a large, heart shaped cookie. The last one on its tray. It wasn’t just the enormous size of the cookie; it was the fact that it was completely covered in pink frosting. Killian had never had frosting in his life. He had seen wealthy patrons buy cakes with frosting from bakeries, but had never tasted it. He picked up the large cookie almost reverently, his mouth watering.

“Hey, kid! You ain’t eatin’ that! It’s mine!”

Before Killian knew what was happening an older boy who towered over him had shoved Killian and snatched the cookie from him. Killian clenched his fists as he watched the boy cram the cookie in his mouth. The bully laughed, his gaping mouth filled with pink frosting and mashed cookie. Killian felt the anger rising, and all reason flee. The boy was huge, but so help him . . .

“I can split mine.”

The soft, kind voice stopped Killian in his tracks. Forgetting his rage, he turned around to see a girl, not much younger than him, standing there with a heart shaped cookie extended to him in her small hand. She was dressed in a similar manner to every other child in the room: the blue trousers, the cotton shirt (with a glittery pink heart), the thin jacket, but she may as well have been the only one in the room wearing a ball gown the way Killian’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had seen Liam get tongue tied over girls, but it had never happened to Killian. Until now.

The girl laughed – a wonderful sound. Then she rolled her green eyes and cocked her blonde head. “So ya want the cookie or what?”

Oh, she was a tough lass. He could tell already. Speak, you idiot! Killian thought to himself, but all he could do was nod.

The girl carefully broke the cookie in two, handing half to Killian. Killian ate his half slowly, relishing every sweet bite. It was almost sickening it was so sweet. Almost. Then he shyly licked his lips and his fingers, watching the little girl. She laughed again.

“Didn’t get many sweets at your last home, huh?” She said. “Same here. My last place it was nothing but bologna sandwiches. That I had to make myself, of course. Guy spent all the state’s money on beer. My name’s Emma Swan. What’s yours?”

He hadn’t understood half of what she said. But he had sense enough to remember what Liam had told him about ladies. Whether a duchess or a slave, you should always be a gentleman when greeting a lady. So Killian took Emma’s hand, bowed over it and said, “Killian Jones, m’lady.”

Emma giggled. “You talk funny!” Killian’s face fell until she said, huge smile on her face, “But I like it!” Then he was elated. This Swan girl would be the death of him.

“You must be new,” she continued. “Is the cut why you’re here?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand . . . “

“This home, you don’t stay long. It’s for emergencies. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Emma rolled up her sleeve and showed Killian her wrist. On it was a scar, puckered and red. “Bologna and beer guy. From his cigarette.” She shrugged like it was no big deal, but he saw a little wetness in her eyes.

Killian gently patted his cheek. “Glass of rum,” he told Emma with a smile, “he threw it at my head.”

She smiled back and he just stood there stupidly. “I’m nine,” he finally said, “how old are you?”

“Seven,” she answered, then abruptly grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s do something! The craft table is lame, totally for babies. But they’ve got some good games.”

Emma dragged him to a table with little darts laid across it. On the wall behind the table was a dartboard surrounded by shelves of stuffed toys. Emma picked up a dart and showed it to Killian.

“Suction cup darts. Don’t want to give the screwed up orphans real ones,” then she laughed. Seven and already cynical. Yeah, Killian could relate.

She leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear, and he thought his heart might pound right out of his chest. “I want the duck. Think I can do it?”

“I think you could do anything,” he whispered back. And he meant it.

He watched as Emma picked up a dart and concentrated on the board, her tongue sticking adorably out of the corner of her mouth. The first dart didn’t even make it to the board, and the second dart hit two circles from the edge. Emma blew out her breath and narrowed her eyes as she threw the third dart. Close, but no bullseye. Emma sighed.

“Sorry kid, you only get three tries,” said the volunteer.

“Figures,” Emma grumbled.

“I’ll give it a try,” Killian said. The volunteer gave him his three darts. Killian tried to ignore the fact that Emma was watching him, but it was bloody hard to ignore her. His first throw hit the edge of the board and bounced off crazily. He breathed in deeply on his second. He had to win that duck for Emma! His second dart hit on the very edge of the bullseye and he heard Emma cheer beside him. He narrowed his eyes and concentrated on the bullseye, tossed the dart and …

“We have a winner!” exclaimed the volunteer. “Now, what would you like, little boy?”

Killian didn’t hesitate. “The duck.”

Killian thought it was obvious that he had played for Emma, but when he turned to her and placed the duck in her hands, her mouth dropped open.

“You won this for me?” she whispered, hugging the duck to her chest.

“Of course I did,” Killian said with a shrug. Why wouldn’t he? He cleared his throat, suddenly self-conscious. He scratched behind his ear. “I mean, you did share your cookie.”

Suddenly Emma was grabbing his hand and dragging him along. Again. Not that he minded. He would follow this angel anywhere. The two of them slipped out of a side door and then down a dark hallway. Emma stopped in front of a heavy oak door.

“We’re not supposed to be here,” Emma whispered conspiratorially. “You just got here, so you haven’t come to the Bible lessons yet, huh.”

“Bible lessons?” Killian asked, once again confused.

“Yeah,” Emma whispered back. “They’re not so bad. They read you a story, you make a lame craft, play a game. There’s cookies and juice. That’s the best part.”

The only thing Killian really understood was the part about cookies and juice. Food was certainly easy to come by in this realm.

“I mean, it’s the deal with this place. Bible lessons every Wednesday afternoon. But they take us places. I’m hoping I’m still here next week. We’re going to the movies. I’ve never been.”

Once again, Killian had no idea what Emma was talking about. “So what’s behind the door?” Kilian asked.

“Oh, right,” Emma laughed. “The first Wednesday I came here, I had to go to the bathroom. And on my way back to class, I saw colored light shining through the little window here in this door. I was curious, so I snuck in. And . . . it’s sort of my special place. I wanted to show it to you.”

Emma was the one who seemed shy now, chewing on her bottom lip. Killian smiled at her,” I would be honored to see it, Swan.” Emma giggled, and somehow he knew he was “talking funny” again.

Emma pushed open the heavy door and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Then she silently motioned for Killian to follow her. When he followed Emma into the room, he gasped. This must be a cathedral! he thought. Each side of the massive room was lined with exquisite stained glass windows. The room was dark, but the moonlight poured through the colorful windows, spilling colored light onto the carpeted floors. “I see why this is your special place,” he breathed.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” Emma agreed, “but I have a special spot. Come on.”

And she was pulling him along again. Did Emma Swan ever slow down? Killian didn’t think so. She stopped at the end of a pew and plopped down on the carpeted floor, her back against the wood. She yanked Killian’s hand to sit down next to her. Just a foot in front of them was a beautiful scene in stained glass. It was a man (the same man who seemed to be in a lot of the glass pictures) seated on a rock, surrounded by children. The man’s face seemed gentle and kind, and the children looked at him with smiles on their faces. One little boy sat on his lap, and he had placed his hand on a little girl’s head. At the bottom of the window, in the stained glass, were the words, “Let the little children come unto me.”

“Who is that man?” Killian asked.

“Jesus,” Emma answered. “You’ll hear a lot about him in this place, trust me.”

“Is he a god of this realm?”

More giggling from Emma. “Realm? Yeah, they say he’s god.”

“So you worship this god?” Killian asked, trying to understand fully why this was her special place.

“No,” Emma sighed, “I mean, I don’t really know what to think about him. But the first night I came in here, we had just heard this story. Jesus was really important, so they tried to send the kids away, they thought he was too busy. But Jesus said the kids could come and actually told the grown-ups they ought to be more like the kids.”

“Really?” Killian asked, surprised. Liam was always telling him to grow up.

“Yeah, I know. And then I saw this window, and I don’t know, it’s just – the Bible teacher said Jesus meant that kids believe stuff real easy.” Emma pulled her knees up to her chest. “But I’m only seven, and it’s getting harder and harder to believe in stuff, you know?”

Killian thought of his mother. I believe in everything. What had happened to the little boy who would echo those words back to her? Killian sighed, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“And in this home, they keep going on and on about how Jesus cares for the orphans. And I want to believe that someone cares – anyone – but it’s just so hard. So when I come in here and look at this window, I imagine those children are orphans. And for one moment, I don’t know. I feel . . . I feel . . .”

“Hope?” Killian supplied.

Emma looked at him and smiled. “Yeah.” Then she took Killian completely by surprise and rested her head on his shoulder. They both gazed up at the window for a while in silence, and then he heard Emma softly snoring. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, and suddenly felt very, very tired . . .

************************************

“Killian! Killian, wake up!”

Suddenly, Killian felt someone shaking him. He felt damp wood beneath him and smelled salty air. He groaned. His head felt full of cotton and his limbs felt heavy.

“Killian,” Liam spoke urgently, “we fell asleep, and now you’re burning up. I’ve got to get you back to bed.”

Liam began yanking Killian to his feet, and Killian didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Swan?” he asked. He was on his feet now. Liam tried to pick Killian up, but he wasn’t strong enough. Killian swayed and leaned into his brother.

“I don’t know what you’re babbling about, little brother, now walk.”

“The – the swan. With golden hair. She was a little angel.”

Liam chuckled. “You’re fever is definitely back. You’re hallucinating. Besides, you said girls were a nuisance.”

“Not this one,” Killian mumbled as Liam helped him below and then into his hammock. “Bloody brilliant she was. Amazing.”

But Liam was right, his fever was back. Killian spent two more days in a feverish fog, and when he woke up he assumed the blonde angel and her strange realm had all been a dream. And as hundreds of years ground away at his heart and mind, even the dream faded almost into oblivion.

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Killian and Emma knew that the other parents of Storybrooke were probably rolling their eyes at the idea of taking an 8 month old to a Valentine’s Day party. Although none of them should have been surprised. As orphans, they had missed out on so much. They were determined to give their little girl everything they had missed out on. Children’s events at the public library were one of them.

Belle had always been a natural at running the library, but after becoming a mother she took it to a whole other level. She convinced Regina to approve the addition of a children’s wing, and she kept said wing abuzz with activity. Storytime, laptime, babytime, summer reading programs, and countless special events were a welcome improvement over research to defeat monsters and secret war councils. In the peace that had descended on Storybrooke, the Jones family were Belle’s number one customers. They brought baby Elsa to babytime every Wednesday morning, alternating weeks. Belle had tried not to chuckle the first time Killian brought her. Elsa couldn’t even hold her head up yet, so when they sang the song about riding a pony to town, Killian couldn’t bounce her on his knee like he was supposed to. So really, was a Valentine’s Day party that crazy of an idea?

Granted, Elsa drooled, babbled, and squealed her way through storytime about two rabbits who try to outdo each other with declarations of love. Emma had basically done the craft for her after Elsa tried to eat the glue stick. And now Killian was trying to figure out how to balance a plate of food with his good hand while holding Elsa in his other arm. He was trying to grab Emma’s attention across the room where she was talking to Snow, but with no luck. Suddenly, Elsa made a grab for Killian’s plate, taking a heart shaped frosted cookie into both her chubby hands. She squished the cooked delightedly and then tried to cram the confection into her mouth with both fists.

“Oy, little pirate lass!” Killian pouted. “That was your Papa’s cookie!”

Killian heard a chuckle behind him. He turned to see Emma, holding another cookie out to him.

“Wanna split mine?”

And suddenly, just like that, they both remembered. They both gasped.

“It was you!” Emma exclaimed first.

“I thought it was a dream.”

“I thought you were an imaginary friend,” Emma laughed. She stepped forward and drew her thumb across the scar on his cheek. “Rum, huh? Figures.”

Killian grinned. His hands were full, so he gestured with his head to her wrist. “So that’s why you got the tattoo?”

“Yeah,” Emma said while rubbing her wrist, “the scar never did go away.”

They just stood there staring into one another’s eyes, both their hearts breaking for the little lost girl and the little lost boy.

“But how?” Emma asked, shaking her head.

“I don’t know,” Killian shrugged. “All I know is, I fell asleep asking the man in the moon a question. And the next thing I knew . . .”

“Seriously?” Emma rolled her eyes. “The man in the moon? What did you ask him?”

“If anyone would ever see me the way my mother did.”

Emma cocked her head to one side. “Mmhm, and how did she see you?”

“A boy who could be a hero one day.” Killian’s smile lit up his face as he leaned down to kiss his Swan. But before the kiss could get really good, two chubby hands patted Killian’s cheek, covering him in pink frosting. Killian pulled back, both he and Emma laughing. Emma reached up with a napkin to wipe the frosting out of Killian’s scruff.

“What happened to the duck?” Killian asked. “It didn’t earn a place in your memory box?”

Emma laughed. “You’ll never believe this. Another kid stole it.”

“Stole it?”

"Yeah, the same kid who stole your cookie.”

Killian rolled his eyes. “Figures. We were truly made for each other Swan.” And he bent to kiss her again.

#cs ff #ouat fandom crescendo #little killian #little emma #my first fanfic

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