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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 6 years ago

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 144: Moving In

Pairing: Captain Swan

Summary: A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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CS Genre: canon divergence/deleted scene from 6a

Killian hoisted his trunk on his shoulder and walked down the gangplank ready to start his new life. He spared one last concerned thought for Belle still on his ship, unable to leave thanks to her miserable husband. Killian knew from painful, agonizing experience just what the Crocodile was capable of when his wife refused to fall in line and bow to his whims.

With a sigh, Killian put the matter aside. Belle assured him she’d be fine, and he had to take her word for it. Besides, had she need of him, she had the shell to call him. One thing was for damn sure; Belle would not face the same fate as his Milah, not while he still had breath in his body to prevent it.

But now was not the time for such painful thoughts. Now was time for the joy of beginning the next phase of his life with Swan. Now was the time to go home.

Home. It was such a foreign concept. How long had it been since he’d had a home to call his own aside from the Jolly? Centuries.

Yesterday Swan had asked him to move in with her. Just a simple request with little pomp or fanfare, but it filled his entire being with a warmth and exhilaration he hadn’t felt in ages. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman, and the fact that she seemed to want the same was pure bliss.

Killian knew something was still bothering Swan. She was an open book to him after all, and something besides commitment jitters caused her to hesitate in asking him to take this step with her. Something sat heavy on her heart, and he hoped she’d confide in him soon.

Until then, he’d simply focus on savoring the fact that at the end of the night he no longer need part from her, he no longer need go home. With her he was home.

Killian bounded up the front steps of the house, hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on the door.

She opened it a moment later, a joyous, carefree smile on her face. “Welcome home.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her, couldn’t help it. “There’s no place I’d rather be, love.”

Emma ushered him inside, and gestured for him to set his trunk aside. Killian sniffed the air, noting the scent of tomato and spices and meat. “Have you prepared dinner, love?” he asked. “It smells delectable, though you needn’t have gone to such trouble.”

She laughed, taking his hand and pulling him with her to the couch. “I ‘prepared’ dinner if you can call buying one of Granny’s frozen lasagnas and popping it in the oven preparing it. And it’s no trouble. I just wanted to make your first evening here, you know, special.”

Killian leaned down and kissed her again, a long, slow, lazy embrace this time. “Swan, had you fed me nothing but those noxious PopTarts of which you’re so fond, tonight would be special. Tonight I am the luckiest man in Storybrooke.”

Emma pulled him in for another kiss, this one tinged with enough passion to make Killian feel as though he would catch fire. When she moved to straddle his lap and card her hands through his hair as she continued her assault on his mouth, he felt himself respond, his thoughts roaming to the many ways he wished to make this first night living together one to remember.

Suddenly the timer on the oven buzzed, and Emma pulled back with a groan. “Ugh! That would be the lasagna. I better get it before it burns.”

Killian made a feeble attempt to pull her back. “I think I’d rather devour you at the moment, Swan.”

She swatted at him playfully, her face tinged a delightful pink. “Patience pirate. You better believe we’re going to pick this up where we left off later tonight, but I worked hard defrosting and baking that lasagna. Let’s eat and get you settled in, and then you can pillage and plunder to your heart’s content.”

“Shall we wait for your lad to begin our repast?” Killian asked, following Emma into the kitchen as she grabbed a potholder and opened the oven.

She shook her head. “It’s just us tonight, babe. Henry said Regina’s having a rough day today, missing Robin and he wanted to spend the night and keep her company. Besides, he said, and I quote, ‘No way I’m staying with you and Killian on his first night home. You two would probably scar me for life with all your PDA.’.”

Killian laughed. “Though I have great affection for your son, Swan, and I look forward to living with him as well, I can’t complain about a night alone where I can show you in exquisite detail just how grateful I am that you’ve asked me to reside with you.”

He shot her a heated look, his eyebrow raised in flirtation. He grinned seeing the red flush on her cheeks deepen as she set the bubbling casserole dish on the stove.

“To hell with the lasagna,” she said in a low, breathy voice, dragging his mouth back to hers as she maneuvered him toward the stairs.

By the time they finally ate their lasagna it was just on the wrong side of lukewarm, but Killian couldn’t, for the life of him complain as memories of the last fevered, passionate hour filled his mind.

After dinner, Emma waved her hand and lit the logs in the fireplace as they cuddled together on the couch. “So, how was your day?” she asked, laying her head against his shoulder.

He smiled, idly caressing her shoulder, turning to plant a soft kiss against the top of her head. “Aside from a rather unpleasant encounter with the Crocodile, it was lovely.”

She sat up and gave him a concerned look. “What’s Rumple done this time?”

It warmed Killian’s heart more than he could say that without hesitation Swan assumed the altercation had been the fault of his enemy rather than himself. She’d once told him that she would choose to see the best in him, and though he still occasionally struggled to see the best in himself, she was keeping her word admirably now.

“Well, there was a little matter of him imprisoning his own wife aboard my ship…” Killian went on to detail the entire sordid affair.

Emma’s brow furrowed. “You know, I think we would have all been better off if we’d just left him in the Underworld.”

Killian laughed. “Quite right.”

“Do you think we should check on Belle before we head to bed?” Emma asked. “Just to be sure everything is alright?”

Killian thought for a moment and then shook his head. “She’s been so tired lately due to the child growing within, I’d hate to wake her if she’s gone to bed.”

“We’ll keep your shell phone handy in case she needs us,” Emma said finally, getting up and stretching. “Well, it’s been a long day, and tomorrow’s sure to bring us more issues with Hyde...or the Evil Queen...or Rumple...or, with our luck, some other nasty big bad who hasn’t shown themself yet. I think it’s time we get some sleep.”

“Oh, I quite concur it’s time we adjourn to the bedroom,” Killian said with a smirk, “but perhaps sleep can wait for a bit.”

Emma grinned giving him her hand to help pull him to his feet. “You know, you always have the best ideas.”

Notes:

--Sorry it’s again taken me forever to update. The muse just hasn’t been cooperative.

--This is the first half of a 2 part story about Killian moving into Emma’s house. Obviously we know Killian had to go back and save Belle from Jekyll later that same day, so this is, of necessity, kind of canon divergent, but I wanted to give CS a day or two of normal happy domesticity together without the need for plot!plot!plot!

--Next week (the muse willing), we’ll get the second part of this story. This time from Emma’s POV. This one will have a touch more angst, but don’t worry. This is Fluffy Fridays after all! Things are bound to end on a happy note.

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snowbellewells · 5 years ago

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Self Prom Sunday: “Moonlit Ghosts”

This bit of Autumn and Halloween tinged canon divergence/missing moment fic seemed like the one to use just week before the holiday. I’m not gonna lie, I get kick a out of including Belle whenever I can, not to mention her friendship with Killian, her teaming up with Henry, and Henry’s sweet little romance with Violet. This has a bit of all of those rolled into its plot...

Summary: The Storybrooke crew has enough time and peace to plan a little Autumn revelry aboard the Jolly Roger for the kids of the town. The young Author, the librarian, and Emma and Killian, work together to provide some Halloween thrills and chills as well as a haunting story... (6A Canon Divergent)

"Moonlit Ghosts"

by: @snowbellewells

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Moonlight trickled down a lovely, filtering illusion of brightness amidst the night's shadows, illuminating the surface of the water and glancing off the copper sides of the lanterns Belle had hung around the deck, burning low for effect. Grinning widely in spite of herself – a twinkle in her eye and a mischievous quirk to her smile, Emma Swan waited in the hall below decks, just past the stairs up from the crew and captain's quarters on the Jolly Roger, where their special guests couldn't see her. The elegant old girl bobbed gently with the rise and fall of the waves where she lay at anchor a mile or so out of Storybrooke harbor.

The children circled on the floor around Belle's seat at the stern were wide-eyed, rapt, and silent at the story she wove for them, the lights flickering intriguingly over their faces. Not a single one fidgeted or spoke, their eyes focused on the petite librarian – familiar to them in her pretty skirts and high heels from everyday life in their little town, but transfixing to them tonight in the dark, flowing garb of a gypsy, the moon and pale glow of the wavering lantern flames glancing off the golden hoops in her ears and the rings on her fingers and bracelets clanking together on her arms while she gestured in telling her story. Shadows played over the upturned little faces as well. It said something about just how immersed in the little nighttime cruise Belle and Henry had dreamed up as a fall community event, and Killian had all too enthusiastically agreed to, that even as the story of a horrible cursed monster who chose exile and his strength over love concluded and Belle paused, the sadness in her eyes only visible to those who would know to look, that they didn't recognize her story was in truth woven more from fact than fiction. Belle paused and gestured for a bashful Henry waiting in the wings to join her. Emma couldn't help but smirk even more, adoring the young man her little boy had long since become, as he flushed and looked to Violet seated at his side on an old barrel and she urged him forward with an enthusiastic grin.

Belle's natural storytelling gift had been so evident that no one else would notice she clearly needed a moment to compose herself once more and a pause to gather her still raw emotions. But she looked up at her grandson from where she sat as Henry came to stand at her side, Emma could see her mouth a "thank you" to him, which he responded to with a quick squeeze of assurance at Belle's shoulder. Soon he was beginning to read his own story, voice just a bit shaky at the start. Emma knew that Henry was more than a bit anxious, as he had not read any of his works aloud for an intended audience before, and she smiled fondly at her lanky, dark-haired son, bespectacled, and wearing his school uniform with a maroon and gold striped scarf in an effort to look like Harry Potter for his costume. He cleared his throat and his ever-deepening voice had soon wrapped them all up in his own tale, just as Belle had done before him. He will never have a more captive audience, and her maternal pride in his gift wants this moment, this recognition of his talents, for him.

Her eyes flitted over to find Killian at the helm, one arm propped on the ship's wheel, looking at ease and happy with the scene set before him. He wasn't actually steering them anywhere while they sat at anchor, but he still looked the very picture of dark, dashing pirate captain in the red vest and black leather duster he had brought back out for the occasion, appearing more dangerous Captain Hook than he had for some time. It had been all she could do not to snicker and pat him on the cheek when a few of the little girls had been too meek to talk to him upon boarding the Jolly and their wide, guileless eyes had lingered uncertainly on his curved metal appendage. Unable to bear the hurt puppy look on his face for long, however, Emma had plied him with caramel apples on sticks to hand out as snacks, and felt herself fall for him even more to watch her pirate charm and befriend every last child, even the most shy and uncertain – those ones most of all, if the truth were told.

Startled out of her reverie and the loving perusal of his face, her eyes tracing its strong, handsome lines beneath the stars, Emma's attention was pulled abruptly back to her son, focusing in on the words he was reading to make sure she didn't miss her cue. Henry's writing had set the mood perfectly; an atmospheric tale of an abandoned navy cutlass much like the one they were all on at that very moment, drifting on the open sea, empty and alone except on quiet nights when a bright full moon shone down on the ghost of the mad captain's sweetheart, a pale, white shadow haunting the deck where her faithless love and mutinous crew had all died, doomed to walk the site of her heartbreak forever.

Drawing a deep breath into her lungs and calling on every bit of poise and composure she could muster, Emma topped the steps and with measured gait began to glide across the rough wooden planks to the bow, hoping to convey the solemn, otherworldly, floating quality of a restless ghost. They had powdered her hair white earlier that afternoon, and her mother had applied thick, pale stage makeup – something that had been used in a production of The Christmas Carol at the school at some point and had then wound up with Snow – to Emma's face, neck, and hands, getting into the bonding moment of a mother helping her daughter put together a Halloween costume, even if it was a decade or so late. Those spots were all that really showed beneath the high-necked, long, bell-sleeved diaphanous gown Emma wore, which Snow had tearfully drug from some trunk in the loft when Emma had first mentioned the whole idea.

Now as she progressed the length of Killian's ship slowly and she heard him call out lowly, "Avast, me hearties, look there!" to their youthful audience and gasps of shock and surprise at the appearance began to repeat, she knew the effect was working.

She almost broke character to shoot a concerned look over her shoulder as Killian's voice sounded oddly strangled, stumbling halfway through his well-rehearsed and overly cheesy line, but he continued more softly yet. "Yonder at the bowsprit, it's the ghost of the ship's lady!" as Emma stayed her course, pausing like an eerie statue to look out over the moonlit waters.

Henry's story continued to its end, everyone playing their parts, and though she badly wanted to turn and see the children's final reactions and Henry's face at the choruses of "Again! Tell it again!" and the hearty clapping, she didn't want to break the illusion.

It was only when she heard Belle announce it was time for popcorn and hot apple cider below in a real pirate's galley, where both her parents waited to serve the refreshments dressed as a ship's cook and first mate, and Emma heard the excited hoots and hollers of excitement and all the pairs of little feet moving to follow Belle's lead, herded at the rear by Henry and Violet, both blushing and Violet clearly impressed, moving to the stairs below deck, that she ventured a glance behind her and relaxed her stance to lean against the ship's railing.

She was startled when she did so to find Killian right at her back, a tormented look of pain emblazoned across his face. "Killian, wha – " she began to ask, concern creasing her brow, fingers reaching up to brush soothingly across the scar on his cheek. The movement was aborted and her words knocked from her by the fierce way he lurched forward and clutched her to himself tightly. His grip was almost desperate, and Emma's confusion and concern only grew as he held on, the trembling in his wiry frame plainly felt throughout her own and his heart pounding as though he had run for miles to reach her. Though she couldn't really think what it was, she knew now that the distressed note she had heard in his voice during the story, that catch which had made her think something was wrong, had been all too real.

Finally, he released his grip a bit, took a step back and tilted his head to stare into her eyes. "Emma, love, I just…" he sucked in a ragged breath, eyes wide and almost wild, as he pulled her in again, whispering against her hair "I just need to hold you for a moment. Seeing you that way – as a wraith, a shade – it ran my blood cold. I was not prepared for that."

It nearly stole the breath from Emma's lungs to see the raw anguish on her True Love's face. For a second, it genuinely did look as though Killian had seen a ghost, and Emma's heart ached for him at the fear she knew had been awakened once more, that he would again lose the one person he loved most in the world. There wasn't a thing she could do to take the awful, sinking sensation away, but she tried all the same. Running her fingers through the gentle curls at the nape of his neck, she aimed to soothe, squeezing his back and whispering, "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, I promise. It's just a costume. You saw it earlier."

He shook his head, the strangled little noise in his throat twisting her gut in sympathy. "I know that, Swan. But that for a moment…you were so pale, almost unreal… for a moment it seemed as if you were already gone…"

She merely nodded, running her hands up and down his spine and out over his shoulder blades; anxious to provide even a bit of calm. Slowly, she felt the tremors between them begin to subside. Killian blew out a deep breath, and Emma could sense him steadying himself and bringing himself back under control.

Resting his forehead against her, Killian placed his hook under her chin, fingers smoothing her windswept hair back off her face in a gentle caress. "I cannot lose you, Emma," he whispered hoarsely, voice controlled once more but still fervently sincere, wobbling the slightest bit as he added, "I won't survive it, not this time."

Shaking her head, Emma reached across to press her hand over his heart, eyes drinking in his beloved face and swearing with all she had, willing both her love and herself to believe. "You won't have to, Killian. We'll find that third way."

He nodded, rubbing her upper arms to chafe warmth back into them in the chilly night air off the open water. For several long minutes, neither of them spoke, merely stared into each other's eyes – not wanting to lose the soft moment together, however it had come about, and turning to look out over the waves back to the lights of Storybrooke in the distance. Then, laughter and the rush of exuberant voices began to drift toward them again as their young charges began to climb back above deck for the short voyage home.

Reminded that they weren't alone and their passengers needed returned from their Halloween excursion, Emma gave one last squeeze of the hand to her pirate, whispering quickly before moving to help get them underway. "It's because of you that I finally know we deserve this future together," she vowed, "and I intend to have it."

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killiansprincss · 4 years ago

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Never Forget You Ch.13

Season 6A Canon Divergence.

Emma is happy. Finally happy with her parents, son and boyfriend. But this happiness is taken away from her when the Evil Queen curses her and turns her into a toddler.

Heartbroken and angry, Killian and Henry run away to Neverland to wait for Emma to break her curse. But when she does break it and comes looking for them 25 years later, she soon realises this Neverland is very different now it is no longer under Pans rule.

Will she be able to save Henry and Killian in time, or will this new ruler of Neverland keep them hostage forever?

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Chapter 13 of my Neverland fic is up :))) please go check it out if you’re a lover of CS and especially angst. This fic is about halfway through and it’s my baby so give it some love!

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“Tonight.” Henry tells his mother after her constant pestering.

“What?” Emma asks, “What happens tonight?”

“The Lost Ones. They still come to the Island at night in a dream state.Killian and I help them, or at least he used to. Don’t give up on Killian just yet, show him you’re not leaving. True Loves Kiss or something might wake him up.”

Emma smiles at her son's enthusiasm, “I don’t think True Love's Kiss will work, he isn't under a curse, but you’re right I do need to show him that I am going to stick around. I was so afraid of losing him until he showed me he wasn’t going anywhere, so now it’s time to return the favor.”

And so Henry tells his mother all about the Lost Ones of this New Neverland, how they come from all the realms, magical and non magical, Pan's shadow no longer steals them from their beds, it’s how it was before Pan, lost kids travel to Neverland and they think they're dreaming. The magic from Morpheus allows them to travel in their dream state and Henry likes to help as many of them as he can, if he never sees them again he believes it's for the best, that they aren’t lost anymore.

Henry also tells the story of why Killian no longer helps the Lost ones.

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Killian didn’t know how long he had been back in Neverland. It had been a while, but he wasn’t sure if that meant weeks or years.

Morpheus, god of dreams allowed sleeping children to travel to Neverland who felt lost or lonely. Being in Neverland they could do whatever they wanted, eat cake for hours without feeling sick, and even fly. It made Killian happy that Neverland was being used to bring joy to kids without Pans evil tricks.

There was one little boy who he took a liking to and wanted to help. Eli Brewer. He was a young lad of maybe 10, short, dark hair, dark skin, and the lost look in his eyes that was all too familiar.

“So I can really do whatever I want here?” Eli asks, still amazed at what this island can offer.

“Yes lad, what you want, wish for it and it’ll appear.” Killian says crouching down to his level.

Eli closes his eyes. “I wish. I wish for the chocolate cake I stole from the bakery for me and Hugo that one time,”

Killians heart aches. He remembers Liam doing something similar for them once.

Eli’s eyes light up when he opens them to find a slice of chocolate cake in his hands.

“Where do you come from lad?” He asks, wanting to know how best he can help him.

With chocolate smeared round his face, he replies, “I come from the kingdom of Mirimois, it’s just a half a mile away from Longbourne. It’s just my little brother and me, our mother died years ago and our father ran away. I have to look after Hugo, we’ve been sleeping in between barrels at the nearby ports. I’m hoping someone will give me a job so that we can receive shelter and food.”

Killian was all too familiar with this situation. He and Liam would sleep by the docks after their father left, nobody would say anything, the sailors and pirates would leave them to sleep for a night, maybe even offer a blanket. Then in the morning they would be gone and on the hunt for another place to sleep.

“Well enjoy the festivities Neverland has to offer tonight, and if you wish to return tomorrow you may.”

Eli did enjoy what Neverland had to offer. And he came back, night after night, for weeks. And it was night after night that Killian took a liking to him, and wanted to make a change.

“Lad I’ve been thinking about your situation. You come from Longbourn, correct?”

Eli looks up from his cake he’s eating. “Yeah why?”

“There’s a kingdom nearby Thiroris. The king there is a kind man.” Killian did not like royalty, a habit of his pirate days. But in the missing year he came to know the Prince of a kingdom, who spent most of his time in the tavern where Killian and his crew drank. He was a good prince, and cared for the orphans in his kingdoms, and he learnt during his time in Storybrooke that his father had died and he was now King.

“I’ve heard of that kingdom. Our mother was from there.” Eli tells him with an excited smile.

“If you and your younger brother were to ask for refuge at his palace, I’m sure he would help you and give you a place to sleep and food to eat as magnificent as this chocolate cake.” Killian smiles at the lad, he reminds him so much of Liam. No boy his age should have to find work or worry about a safe place to sleep.

“You think?” Eli asks with the brightest smile on his face.

Killian just nods and allows him to enjoy his, hopefully, last night in Neverland.

Eli doesn’t return to Neverland that night, or the might after that. Killian takes that as a good sign. Eli never steps foot in Neverland again.

But it wasn’t a happy ending.

Some time later though a little boy the image of Eli yet younger appears in Neverland.

“My name is Hugo, my brother Eli and I were on our own for a while. Then he told me that if we go to this other kingdom a nice king would help us. But there were guards with arrows, and my brother got hit. He said he was in a better place, that he was going to see our mama. But now I’m all alone.” He explained and suddenly it made sense why Eli hadn’t returned to Neverland. He’d been caught in the crossfire of an arrow not meant for children. And now Hugo was a lost boy, he’d lost his brother like Killian had lost his, just at such a harsher age.

Killian now related to Hugo, he knew what he was dealing with, losing his brother and being all alone. Obviously this 7 year old boy couldn’t become a pirate or run away like he had done, but he could give him advice on how to deal with losing a brother.

He could have done those things. But he had ruined this poor boy’s life by giving his brother advice that got him killed. Instead, he stayed out of his way, didn’t give him advice and just was there to let them know the rules of Neverland and it’s dreamworld.

Many lost kids came and went and he didn’t really notice when Hugo stopped visiting.

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Emma can hear the cries of the Lost Ones. It’s what she heard the first night she was back here, and her very first night in Neverland 30 years ago.

When she was younger (orphan timeline) she wished she could escape to Neverland and be like the Lost Boys. That was before she knew the Disney Movie was nothing like the real story. She wanted to escape, be somewhere where it didn’t matter if she didn’t have parents or a family who loved her.

But then when she was 28, she had found her family. Granted she didn’t believe she had at first, but in her defence, who would believe a 10 year old saying he lived in a town with fairytale characters? And then it was a long and rocky road until they felt like a family. And then the Evil Queen pressed a reset button and she had the chance to grow up feeling loved and never felt alone. She was grateful in some ways, but now she was conflicted, was she still a lost girl, an orphan who found her family at 28, or was she the girl that grew up with her family who loved her.

So when Henry told her about the lost kids, and that he tries to help them, her heart cried out. She wished she had someone to help her, keep her on the right track in life. Don’t give up hope. There is a family out there for you, whether biologically related to you or not. When she came to Storybrooke the first time, and thought Henry’s stories were well stories, she had found family, Mary Margaret was the first friend she had in a long time and she became her family, the way she invited her into her home and the way they defended each other when Regina framed or tried to undermine them.

She had learnt that family wasn’t always blood, it was those who cared about you. That’s what she would tell the lost ones, that finding someone who cares about you, is all you need.

“Mom! There you are!” Henry whispers shouts when he sees her at the clearing to the lost ones where he told her to wait. The lost ones clearing used to be Pans camp, so it was strange being back there and helping lost kids this time.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? What about Cecelia?” Emma asks, worried about when she eventually runs into the fairy.”

“Don’t worry, she’s never there throughout the night, she was here an hour ago to prepare the pixie dust, then tomorrow morning she’ll collect any dust left over.” Henry explains, calming her nerves, they still hadn’t decided how they were going to defeat her.

Emma and Henry walk into the clearing, and it looks pretty much the same as Pans camp did, with large trees and bushes surrounding the perimeter, and logs all around that serve as benches. The hammocks and beds were gone though, seeing as the lost ones no longer stayed longer than throughout the night. In the centre was a fountain that contained golden pixie dust that was glowing. There were a couple kids scattered around, one blonde haired boy was flying and giggling, another small girl was grinning as she was eating her ice cream, and a couple others were talking to one another on the logs.

Henry goes over to a boy with dark hair sitting by one of the trees, and gives her a look that says ‘go for it.’

She looks around at the kids, some are having the time of their life flying around or eating cake and ice cream. Others look, well, lonely. She sees a little girl around 9 with dark hair in two braids, she’s pretty tiny, short and very thin, maybe she’s not been eating well wherever she’s from. That lonely lost girl look on her face that’s all too familiar.

“Hey there, what’s your name?” Emma says as she approaches the little girl.

She looks up at Emma, not sure whether to trust her, “hi,”

Smart girl, not giving away too much information to someone you don’t know. Emma did this a lot when she was caught shoplifting as a teen. She sits down beside her. She could do this, she could help a lost girl,

“You know I was a lost girl once too.” Emma says staring ahead instead of saying it to her face.

The little girl looks up at her. “I’ve not seen you here before.”

Observant. Another trait of a lost girl, always looking at the details. “You’re right. I’m Emma. I was a lost girl once, and now I’m here to help.”

The little girl studies Emma for a few moments before saying. “I’m Elena.”

“It’s nice to meet you Elena.” Emma smiles at her.

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If there’s one thing Killian had to bet on seeing tonight, it would not have been Emma with the Lost Ones. He walked into the clearing a little later than usual, and saw Henry talking with the same kids he had been talking to for a while, but saw blonde hair in the corner of his eyes.

No. It couldn’t be.

He looked over and saw Emma Swan talking to one of the lost girls. It really was her. This must be one of Henry’s ploys. Emma notices him and gives him a smile and a wave before returning to her conversation with a lost girl.

This woman doesn’t give up. She was a bloody marvel.

He watched her with the lost girl. He didn’t know the girl's name, she was pretty quiet and even Henry had trouble getting through to her.

So he sits on the log by the tree like he does every night and welcomes old and new lost ones.

“Welcome to Neverland. Morpheus has decided you’re a lost one, and has graced you with the chance to visit this place in your dream state. So enjoy Neverland. We have magic, you can fly, you can wish for anything to eat, go crazy,”

Killian says this speech to new lost ones almost every night and it gets tiring, especially now he knows he’s been saying it for 25 years. The first few years he was happy and upbeat, but now he said it in much more of a monotonous voice.

He keeps stealing glances at Emma throughout the night. And he was pretty sure she was doing that same. The lass she was with was looking more and more animated as the night progressed. She had a knack for this, that much was clear.

He wanted to go back with her. More than anything, but did he deserve to? And why does she still want him? Why bother with him at all? She should just take Henry and leave. She had lived her life again the way she was meant to, as a daughter that never doubted her parents loved her. After all that, why would she go back to a pirate who was abandoned as a child and lost everyone he loved?

The end of the night draws in, and the lost ones leave Neverland one by one. The girl Emma was talking to ended up being the last to leave. He nods to Henry when the night is up, avoiding Emma’s ever present stare.

“Killian wait.” He hears Emma voice as he walks outside the clearing on his way back to his ship.

He turns around to face her, “Swan. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Emma rolls her eyes at him. “Don’t play dumb with me okay. I showed up here tonight to prove I’m not going anywhere without you.”

Killian just scoffs. “I already told you Swan, forget about me. Take your boy and leave.”

“I don’t want that okay? Are you not listening? I don’t want that.” Emma practically screams at him.

“And what do you not understand about the fact that you’re better off without me?” Killian shouts back.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Emma asks her blood practically boiling. Why would he say that?

He studied her for a moment, noticing the veins popping out of her forehead now she’s angry. “You don’t want me. You grew up with your perfect princess life, with a family and town full of people that love you. You never doubted that your parents loved you. You probably have a long line of princes and noblemen that want your heart. You don’t want a broken lost pirate. For 25 years I have been in this god awful place waiting for a woman who had forgotten me and I had no idea if you would even be here after 25 years.”

Emma scoffs, “yeah you’re right. I never doubted my parents' love for me, and I dated a few guys and I really liked them while we were together. And you’re right there are probably a lot more guys that want to be with me, I am a princess like you say. But guess what? We are not in the Enchanted Forest, I’m no princess, I’m free to choose my own life and my own boyfriends. And you know what else? None of them are you, Killian. It’s you I want. Even when I was cursed, I never forgot about you, I always used to see you in my dreams, I didn’t know who you were but. But I didn’t forget about you.”

“You dreamt about me?” Killain asks, not quite sure what to make of this revelation.

Emma nods. “It started when I was a teenager, maybe 16, 17. I kept seeing dark hair, blue eyes, your blue eyes, I didn’t know who you were but I knew you were important, a soulmate dream or something. Then as I got older, I started seeing visions, memories of our time together, like how I kissed you here in Neverland, and then saying goodbye to you in the Underworld.” Tears begin to roll from her eyes as she remembers that horrific goodbye. “Have you just forgotten everything we went through, the Underworld and everything, surely you don’t think I don’t love you anymore?”

“You still love me? Your feelings really haven’t changed?” Killain asks, still in disbelief that she could still love him.

“Of course I still love you!” Emma says with tears in her eyes. She takes the chain from under her shirt showing him the ring he gave her all those years ago. “I still have your brother's ring you gave me back in Camelot. I put it back on the moment I woke up. Because I love you Killian. And I’m not scared to say the words anymore! Killain Jones I love you so much. I don’t care what has happened, you still loved me when I went dark, so whatever this place has done to you, I don’t care. You’re still the same man I fell in love with. What’s stopping you from coming home?”

Emma steps forward and takes his hook and hand in hers. Killian backs away shaking his head. “I can’t do this, I’m sorry. Emma, my heart has been broken many times over my life. When my father abandoned Liam and I, Liam looked after me, he did everything, he was always there. And then all of a sudden he was gone, and I was never going to see him again, my big brother, gone just like that. It broke me, I didn’t know how I was going to go on, but something inside me was telling me to keep going. And a few years later I met Milah, and all at once she was patching the hole Liam had left. Years pass by and I feel almost whole again, and then the crocodile had killed her, and again my heart was broken. 300 years pass of feeling like this and I meet you.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, composing himself. “You were so unlike any woman I’d met, my usual tricks didn’t work, you were feisty and independent, and so strong. You pushed me away but something inside me told me to keep pushing.” Emma can’t help but smile at this, it was true, she pushed him away for so long but after a short while, she didn’t want to push him away anymore.

“And eventually you felt as I did. You had fixed my broken heart piece by piece, and I let myself envision a future for the first time. And then you were cursed. We spent day and night researching, finding a way to bring you back, but when I was told there was no use, that I would have to watch you grow up and not know who I was, not know that you loved me, all the pieces you filled had shattered once more.”

“You’re saying I broke your heart because of my curse?” Emma asks.

“Aye.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Emma tells him.

“You’re glad to hear my heart was broken?” He asks, having a feeling what she was going to say next.

“If it can be broken,” she says, taking a step closer, she can feel his heartbeat, she can hear his breath hitch. “It means it still works.”

And they’re both suddenly transported back to Storybrooke after the missing year when he said those exact words as Killian tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “You know I’ve heard that before.” Emma pushed him away all those years ago because she was so afraid of letting him in, but there was nothing to be afraid of.

Emma's eyes light up as she smiles at his words, “oh yeah?”

And then Killian puts his arms around her waist and pulls her in close to him and captures her lips. It’s perfect. It’s needed, it’s the first kiss they’ve shared in 25 years and it feels so good. Killian moans into the kiss, he feels stupid for thinking she wouldn’t love him, Neverland plays on your strongest emotions, but kissing her here, in Neverland, the place she first kissed him which made him realise he was falling for her, was incredible.

He breaks the kiss for a moment just to say, “I love you so much.”

And Emma wraps his legs around his waist as he moves them so she's backed up against the nearest tree. He kisses her lips, and then moves onto her neck, placing hot wet kisses all down the side of her neck leaving Emma breathless as she roams her hands in his hair remembering what he felt like after 25 long years.

“Stop. Stop.” Emma says breathlessly as she pulls away from the kiss.

“Swan if you dare say that was a one time thing I will take you down to the Underworld myself.” Killian says causing Emma to practically snort.

“No, no it’s not that!” She says through her laugh, “My family will be expecting me back. Believe me, I want to continue this more than anything, but they want me to report on what I saw and what our plan is.”

“You really think we can get off this Island?” He asks.

“We? You’re coming with us?” Emma asks grinning from ear to ear.

Killian nods. “Aye love, I’m sorry I was a fool, it’s going to take some time to be the man you fell in love with again, but I’m-“

Emma cuts him off with a final kiss, “hey, stop. You’re still the man I fell in love with all those years ago. I get that this place is hard and your heart is still broken, but come home and we can fix it together.”

“I'll tell Henry and we can all meet at his treehouse later on to discuss our plan.” He says giving her a quick kiss before heading back in the direction of his ship.

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Emma feels relieved, Killian was coming home. They were in this together. She couldn’t stop smiling as she walked back to where her family was.

This night was incredible. Elena, the lost girl she was talking to trusted her enough to talk, and she hoped she had made a difference. Her mothee was a princess, but she felt lost most of the time, she was always working and her father was sick. She was an only child and wasn’t allowed out of the palace much. Her baby brother was also the apple of her parents eyes, he was only a toddler but he seemed to get a lot more attention. Emma understood this, when she got back from New York and her mother was pregnant, sometimes she felt they were looking at her to break the curse, rather than spend time with their daughter. And with her new life, as a child she did feel like her parents spent a lot more time with Neal than her, but as she grew up she realised this wasn’t the case. She could already see that a couple more days talking to her and she wouldn’t find herself in Neverland again.

She hears scuffling behind her.

“Killian? Henry?” She calls out to the noise.

Instead appears a beautiful woman with dark skin, a purple dress and iridescent purple wings to match. A fairy.

“Cecelia?” Emma assumes, fearing the worst.

The fairy smiles. “Ah, so you know of me. Well, I presume you’re Emma. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Look, I don’t want any trouble, I just want to get my son and boyfriend and leave this Island. I won’t come back.” Emma says backing away from the fairy slowly, she knew this fairy was nothing like the Blue Fairy back in Storybrooke, and also nothing like Tinkerbell who was on their side. No, this fairy was the enemy.

Cecelia’s wings flutter as she levitates in the air. “Well see that’s the problem. The two people you want to recuse I need here on this Island, so I’m sorry you are going to have to leave my home without them.”

“And if I don’t?” Emma asks, standing her ground, she needed to show she wasn’t afraid.

The fairy did not like this. She flutters towards Emma and says in a sweet tone, “Then I will kill you and your precious family.” and then turns small and flies away

#never forget you #Captain swan #cs ff #cs fic rec #my Writing #Emma x hook

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ao3feed-rumbelle · 5 years ago

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The Changeling

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37KiTOW

by Paige_Turner36

With Belle’s pregnancy mysteriously accelerated and the people around her urging her to send the baby away, Rumple has to act fast to remove the Changeling before he loses his son for good.

Words: 7345, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle & Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Additional Tags: Episode AU: s06e09 the Changeling, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, season 6 AU, Anti-6A, Fix-It, No Golden Queen Romance!, Anti-CS, Anti-Emma, Anti-Hook, Anti-Blue, anti-snow, Anti-Zelena, Though not present Anti-Regina, The Changeling - Freeform, Shears of Destiny, Magic Crystals, Storybrooke (Once Upon a Time), the edge of realms, reference to Alice/Tilly - not related to Hook, True Love, True Love's Kiss, Angst with a Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37KiTOW

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #rumbelle #Once Upon a Time #ouat #Rumplestiltskin #Belle #Mr. Gold

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 6 years ago

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 145: Moving In (ch. 2 of 2)

Pairing: Captain Swan

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Moving in (2/2)

CS Genre: 6a canon divergence

Emma looked at her reflection in the mirror the next morning. She looked happier than she’d looked in years. Maybe ever.

This morning, she’d woken in the warm, comforting embrace of Killian’s arms, her head pillowed against his chest, the reassuring thump of his heartbeat in her ear. She’d looked up to see his blue eyes on her, a soft smile on his face.

“Good morning, love,” he’d said, voice gravelly with sleep. “How was your night?”

She pushed herself up, and gave him a quick kiss. “Perfect. How about yours?”

He pulled her down for another kiss, and she reveled in the feel, the taste of him. “I can’t imagine anything better,” he said, gently cupping her face and hooking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Even the most brilliant of sunrises couldn’t compare to your beauty.”

Emma laughed. “Killian my hair is a tangled disaster, I probably have pillow creases on my face, and I know I have dark circles under my eyes. Beautiful I am not first thing in the morning.”

He gave her a mock frown. “Swan, are you calling me a liar? I cannot accept such an affront to my character.”

She laughed, reaching up to play with the strand of dark hair that insisted on falling into his eyes. “Yeah? Just what are you going to do about it, pirate?”

In a swift move, he flipped them so that she was on her back and he hovered above her, hand and stump braced next to her head. “Oh I have some ideas, that I suspect we’ll both find quite enjoyable.”

And had she ever. He was a fantastic lover, gentle and tender and so thorough. He seemed to anticipate her every desire before she even fully realized she wanted it. They’d emerged from their passion filled haze only long enough to move to the shower.

After all, why waste water on two separate showers when one would suffice?

When they’d finished the shower, Emma had shooed Killian back to the bedroom, insisting he get dressed before they get carried away and round two blended right into round three. He’d pouted adorably, bemoaning how cruel she was, and she’d laughed, playfully shoving him toward the bathroom door.

“Henry’s stopping by this morning to pick up his geometry book before school, and if he walked in on some of the activities we’ve been up to this morning, we’d never hear the end of how traumatized he is for life.”

Killian had grinned, walked back to her, kissed her hard and deep and passionately. “Just a preview for tonight when the lad is once again safe from the psychological scarring our insatiable need for each other might cause.”

And with a wink, he’d disappeared back into the bedroom, leaving her contemplating the need for another shower. This one much colder.

Emma had finally dressed and then finished her hair and makeup. This was…this was all she’d ever wanted or hoped for. Is this what her parents’ lives were like every day? Living with your true love was far better than she’d even imagined it could be.

Giving her hair one last toss, she turned off the light and then made her way downstairs, grinning at the sounds of her two true loves talking as Killian puttered around in the kitchen.

“And then Mr. Smee, acting as decoy, led away an entire battalion of the king’s guards, leaving the shipment of gold bars free for the taking,” Killian said, his hook holding the skillet steady, while he stirred the cooking eggs with a spatula. “I was rather proud of that operation. Not a single man injured, either on my crew or among the king’s men.”

Henry laughed. “I bet the soldiers’ pride was wounded, though. Five pirates managed to defeat a whole battalion.”

Killian laughed with him. “Aye, that they were. We had to make ourselves scarce for a time after that incident. We were perhaps the most wanted fugitives in all the kingdom because of that venture.”

Emma quietly slipped into the kitchen and poured herself a steaming mug of coffee, nearly moaning at the strong, hot flavor. It had taken Killian some time to learn the proper proportion of water to coffee grounds required for these modern “coffee preparing devices” as he’d called her coffee pot, but ever since he’d figured it out, he made some of the best coffee Emma’d ever tasted.

The guys hadn’t noticed her yet, and she took the time to lean against the kitchen table, just enjoying the camaraderie between two of her favorite people on the planet.

“So you didn’t always, you know, hurt and kill people on your missions?” Henry asked.

Killian’s back was to her, but she could tell from the sudden hunching of his shoulders, the subtle dropping of his head that if she could see his face, she’d see shame written across it.

“I was not a man to look up to in those days, lad. In my rage and hatred I did many a thing I regret with everything in me. I injured and killed more men than I can count, but I attempted to always hold on to a sliver of the good form my brother instilled in me. I avoided unnecessary bloodshed whenever I could.”

Henry was quiet for a moment, and then he laid a hand against Killian’s shoulder. “I know you did bad stuff, but you’re different now. You changed. And just so you know, I’m glad mom has you, and I’m glad you live here with us.”

“I…I hope to be worthy of your faith in me, lad.”

Emma decided it was time to make her presence known. After giving Henry a quick, side hug, she stepped up behind Killian, wrapped an arm around him and kissed his cheek. “I have no doubt whatsoever you’ll do just that, babe.”

Killian turned in her embrace and kissed her properly—which quickly morphed into not-so-properly.

From behind them, Emma heard Henry groan. “Teen in the room guys!”

Emma pulled back and sent her son a smile. “Sorry kid. We’ll try not to scar you for life.”

The three of them worked together to finish getting breakfast on the table, and then had eaten among pleasant, mundane conversation about plans for the day.

It was so normal. So routine. Emma could get used to starting every day for the rest of her life like this.

For a moment, her heart ached remembering the prophecy, remembering that according to the oracle her days were severely numbered, remembering the vision of the man in the hood running her through with a sword.

But after a moment, she shook off her melancholy thoughts. Now that she’d found happiness, she’d fight like hell to keep it, oracle or no oracle. They’d made it through worse situations before; they’d find a way around this one as well.

And until then, she had a good moment, and she was damn well going to enjoy it.

Notes:

--Okay, so I lied in the last notes section. This one contained no more angst than the last one, just teeth-rotting fluff. What can I say? The muse wants what it wants and who am I to deny it?

--Up next: A rerun of sorts (aka it was written for Tumblr several months ago) set during the Neverland arc. Warning: the rating will be bumped up for this chapter alone. While it doesn’t contain full-on smut, it gets about as close to it as possible.

--5 chapters left of this looooooooooong anthology!

NEXT CHAPTER -->

#cs ff #cs fanfic #csfridayfluff #fluffy fridays #my fanfiction #moving in #6a canon divergence

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ao3feed-rumbelle · 6 years ago

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Coming Soon: The Changeling

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2qstJJ1

by Paige_Turner36

With Belle’s pregnancy mysteriously accelerated and the people around her urging her to send the baby away, Rumple has to act fast to remove the Changeling before he loses his son for good.

Words: 23, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Fics coming soon...

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Blue Fairy | Mother Superior, Rumbaby - Character, The Changeling | OC (Original Character)

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle & Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Additional Tags: Episode AU: s06e09 the Changeling, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, season 6 AU, Anti-6A, No Golden Queen Romance!, Anti-CS, Anti-Emma, Anti-Hook, Anti-Blue Fairy, The Changeling - Freeform, Shears of Destiny, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2qstJJ1

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #rumbelle #Once Upon a Time #ouat #Rumplestiltskin #Belle #Mr. Gold

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 8 years ago

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Top 5/Bottom 5 Fics

I was tagged by @laschatzi to list the 5 fics that have gotten the most kudos on AO3 and the five that have gotten the least. Thanks, Sandra!

Top Five:

Fluffy Fridays Rated: T, Chapters: 108, Summary: A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Captain Swan. Contains both canon and AU stories.

Caribbean Shores Rated: T, Chapters: 12, Summary: AU. After a nasty breakup with her long-time boyfriend, Emma Swan takes a job as the security guard at Once Upon a Time Academy. She reluctantly agrees to attend the school’s annual fundraising gala, Caribbean Shores. Prepared for a boring night, Emma has no idea what’s in store for her when Killian Jones, the sexy new owner of the Jolly Roger Marina, is seated next to her.

Taking Back Neverland Rated: T, Chapters: 10, Summary: AU. After actress Emma Swan’s lead role in a popular TV show is at an end, she is offered the leading role in the Regina Mills film, Taking Back Neverland, a fresh retelling of the Peter Pan story. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. Only problem? She’ll be starring opposite Killian Jones, who she positively can’t stand

The Honeymoon Rated: T+, Chapters: 12, Summary: With the Black Fairy defeated and the Final Battle won, Emma and Killian are able to focus on the important things—like their honeymoon. Thanks to a souvenir from the latest curse, Killian comes up with a way to give Emma the wedding trip of their dreams.

The Dark One He Loves Rated: T, Chapters: 1, Summary: Distraught over Emma becoming the Dark One and disappearing from Storybrooke, Killian returns to the Jolly Roger and reflects on a good moment with Emma from the past—involving muscle memory. Set immediately after the season 4 finale. (This was a spec fic written during the s.4-s.5 hiatus.)

Bottom Five:

Mysterious Fathoms Below Rated: T, Chapters: 30, Summary: AU. Sequel to A Wish Your Heart Makes and Getting to I Do. Emma and Killian have finally gotten married, but their honeymoon is quickly interrupted by a new threat to the Enchanted Forest—a threat that it will take everyone on land and under the sea to defeat. Can Regina find Robin Hood and Roland before it’s too late? Will Killian survive a battle with an old foe out for revenge?

The Music of the Heart Soulmate Finder Rated: G, Chapters: 3, Summary: CS Soulmates AU. Emma Swan is skeptical of the newest rage in the dating world—The Music of the Heart Soulmate finder. When Mary Margaret convinces her to get one for herself, will it point her to her own soulmate? Will she have the courage to open her heart to the possibility of True Love?

Tying the Knot Rated: T, Chapters: 3, Summary: Killian has decided to propose to Emma, but before he does so, he hopes to get the blessings of the two most important guys in Emma’s life—Henry and David (Captain Swan/Captain Cobra/Captain Charming fic written during the 6a/6b hiatus)

New York Christmas Serenade Rated: G, Chapters: 3, Summary: CS canon divergence from 3x12. A re-imagining of what New York City Serenade might have looked like if Killian had found Emma’s NY apartment just before Christmas. Can the music of the season help Killian bring back Emma’s and Henry’s memories?

A Pirate’s Christmas Carol Rated: G, Chapters: 2, Summary: CS Christmas Future Fic. With only a month to go before the birth of his and Emma’s first baby, Killian begins to fear he doesn’t have what it takes to be a good father. Three ghosts—from Killian’s past, present and future help him see that he is ready for the adventure that is fatherhood.

I tag anyone who wants to play!

#cs ff #my fanfiction #tag games

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gch1995 · 7 years ago

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I didn’t want to respond to Kate’s post about how Rumple was far more sane and less reckless back in S2 than he was in 6B. However, I completely disagree with her opinion that Rumple became a better character and person throughout 3B-S7 than he was throughout S1-S3A

Rumple was actually far less reckless and way more sane from S1-3A, but then he started losing it after his resurrection, the year long enslavement, Zelena’s sexual assault, and Nealfire’s death from 3B-6A, which isn’t that difficult to understand, except that A&E and these writers were ableist hacks, who were obsessed with H00k, so they pretended that all of that shit never happened, misused Belle, the Rumbaby, and a bunch of stupid magical fuckery twists and macguffins to create and/or fix his problems as plot devices that defied all continuity, common sense, and logic to push him further over the edge than was necessary or in character for far too long. They kept framing him as a cartoon villain in the narrative by not allowing him to get therapy, or emotional support, even when he reached out for understanding from Belle because “Untreated and unacknowledged mental illness, PTSD, anxiety, grief, and trauma is the root of all EVOL in villains,” and the moment they let Rumple get emotional support, understanding. and therapy from others in a slow-burn character driven narrative, they couldn’t frame him as their increasingly OOC cartoonish stereotypical villain madman.

Like, it wasn’t bad enough that Belle never had any realistic reactions or trauma due to being locked up for 28 years without memories because she was just a plot device in Rumple’s story in canon, and “mental illness is EVOL...” At one point, back in S1-3A, I thought Kitsowitz and the writers actually cared about sympathetically, realistically, and intelligently exploring and treating all of the trauma and abuse that Rumple had been through without having everyone ignore it, without twisting him into a wildly OOC stereotypical mad villain, and without trying to pretend that all of it didn’t matter in shaping the kind of man he became later on.

But no, in 6B the writers were “All Rumple had to do to be good was believe in himself by finding out that his mom ‘cursed’ him to be a ‘coward’ by cutting off his birthright to be a savior, believe in himself, and none of the emotional/psychological/physical/sexual abuse, abandonment, false hope, loss, crippling self-loathing, addiction, PTSD, and trauma that he endured over three centuries had to be addressed, or acknowledged by anyone on this show ever again.”

Fuck that ableist and shallow message! Fuck Kitsowitz and these writers completely ridiculous and unfair choice to kill off Nealfire, and deliberately character assassinate Rumple, Belle, and Rumbelle to prop up Hook/CS!

I love Rumple, I love Belle, I love Rumbelle from S1 to S3 ish, and above all in canon-divergent/AU fanon scenarios written by Dearies/Rumbellers, who actually know how to write them consistently, beautifully, credibly, complexly, sympathetically, and realistically in-character with storylines that they actually deserve without completely destroying them for stupid magical fuckery plot twists and Hook/CS propping.

Adam and Eddy clearly didn’t understand how emotionally complex the character they claimed to create (though we all know Damon Lindlelof probably actually did) was when they made it so that Rumple was meant to be a savior with light magic, but fucked over by a pair of stupid magical scissors that “cursed” him to be a “coward,” and all he “had” to do was believe in himself and say “Fuck that” to be a hero.

I always wanted for Rumple to be redeemed, too, but Adam and Eddy were oversimplifying his entire backstory, abuse, trauma, loss, mental illness(es), and his ability to achieve redemption by saying “These stupid magic scissors fucked up his life, and all he had to do to be ‘better’ was believe in himself.”

Thanks, but no thanks, I don’t really buy that shit. I’ll just keep pretending the real show ended with “Going Home” (3x11), and head back into canon-divergent/AU Rumbelle fanon.

Protective Rumple

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 90: The Incident on Aisle 9

Pairing: Captain Swan

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The Incident on Aisle 9

CS Genre: Canon divergence (sort of?) from 6a, post Dark Waters

Emma lifted one eyebrow and looked at the huge bag of grapefruits Killian plopped beside a similar bag of oranges in their shopping cart. “Killian,” she said, “Just how many people do you think are living in our house? That’s enough citrus to feed an army!”

Killian shrugged, gesturing vaguely toward the amply-supplied produce section of Storybrooke’s one supermarket, The Three Little Pigs. “I believe it in our best interest to sufficiently stock up while we’re visiting this establishment.”

Emma sighed, crossing her arms. “Killian, it’s not like we have to take a two-day covered wagon trip to get to the general store. The grocery is literally a five minute walk from our house! I repeat. Who’s going to eat all that fruit?”

“You, the lad and myself, of course,” Killian said matter-of-factly. “I’ve no intention of allowing my family to contract scurvy while I have the means to prevent it.”

Emma felt tenderness for Killian swell up within her. Killian may have a good amount to learn about the modern world, but the fact that he loved her and Henry so much and was determined to take care of them in any way he saw possible just brought it home once again how very much she loved him. Raising up on her tiptoes, she softly kissed his cheek.

Killian turned surprised eyes in her direction. “What brought on that delightful public display of affection, love?”

Emma smiled, reaching up to smooth his hair from his forehead. “It just means a lot to me that you’re so concerned for Henry and me and our health. But the thing is, Killian, scurvy isn’t really a thing we have to be concerned about in our world. Maybe either oranges or grapefruits rather than both?”

Killian looked at her for a moment and then sighed, reaching in to lift out the grapefruits. “As you wish love.”

It had been about a week since Killian moved in with Emma and Henry. They’d all settled in quite nicely with only minor hiccups in the process of learning to live together.

The thing was, this was Storybrooke. Never a dull moment around here—and never a spare moment to just do normal, domestic stuff. No sooner did they get started on a task—repapering the walls, finding new furniture, turning the creepy Dark One dungeon into a nice, normal furnished basement, someone (usually Leroy) would come running up to their front door yelling about some new crisis in town.

And of course there was also the whole prophecy of the hooded figure and death and all of that to try to find a way to defeat.

Point was, it wasn’t until today, a week into blissful cohabitation, that Emma had a chance to take Killian out grocery shopping. He’d been living in Storybrooke for quite some time now, of course, but he’d yet to step through the doors of The Three Little Pigs.

It was quite the experience grocery shopping with a three-hundred year-old pirate from the Enchanted Forest. He was fascinated and awed at every little thing they came across.

“It’s like a bakery and a butcher’s shop and a creamery and a fishmonger’s stand and an apothacary’s all at once Swan,” he said in wonder. “Nearly any food one could imagine all conveniently located within one establishment!”

And that was just the outside edges of the store. By the time they started walking through the interior aisles filled with packaged food. Killian had been curious as a child, picking up and looking at nearly every can, box and container they came across. (And there were some extraordinarily uncomfortable questions when they walked past the feminine products aisle.) At the rate they were going a routine half hour run to the grocery was going to last all afternoon.

“Ah, Swan” Killian said, gesturing at overhead swinging sign for aisle 9. “I believe we should make our way down this aisle. It advertises itself as the place one might hope to purchase breakfast foods.”

Emma grinned up at him as she maneuvered her shopping cart into the indicated aisle. “Just don’t get your hopes up, Killian. Not likely you’ll find any boiled mackerel here.”

Killian sighed in exasperation. “You’ve long since disabused me of the notion that mackerel is a breakfast food enjoyed in this realm.”

“Just making sure.”

Killian looked stormy for another moment, and then suddenly scratched behind his ear. “I had hoped to purchase a box of those pastries you and the lad are so fond of.”

“Pop Tarts?” Emma asked.

“Aye, just so,” he answered “Though I truly had the lad’s well-being at heart, I do believe it was rather bad form to throw his chosen breakfast away. I’d hoped to replace what was lost.”

Emma took his hand and squeezed it. “Sounds like a great idea,” she said. “The pop tarts are right over there. The kid and I both like the blueberry. Of course he also likes…”

She was cut short by a sudden toddler shriek. “Mommy help! He’s following me!”

Emma looked up quickly to find little Alex sitting in the toddler seat of Ashley’s shopping cart, eyes wide, and finger pointing right at Killian.

Ashley turned around and gave them an apologetic look. “Sorry!” she said, then turning toward her daughter, “No sweetie. They’re just buying food, same as us. And you know Killian. He talked to you about your doggie at Granny’s the other day. He’s a nice man.”

“But he has a hook, Mommy!” Alex said, looking worriedly at the metal appendage.

Emma’s heart turned over in compassion for the man she loved. For years, that hook had represented the darkest parts of Killian’s nature but now…now it was just another part of him, another part of the man she loved. She reached down, taking hold of his hook, holding it tightly, almost possessively.

“Killian,” Ashley said, her face turning a bright pink. “I’m so sorry…”

Killian looked pained for a split second, and then his face cleared. He stepped forward, smiling gently. “It’s quite alright,” he said before turning to the little girl, adorable in a soft pink dress and two curly pigtails. “I may have a hook, young lass, but I’d never use it to hurt such a lovely little lady as yourself.”

“You wouldn’t?” she asked, a touch of skepticism lurking in her blue eyes.

He shook his head. “Never,” he answered. “But this hook can come in quite handy in other ways.”

“How?” she asked, eyes becoming wide.

Killian looked around and spied a little blonde doll at the end of the aisle. Striding forward, he snagged it with his hook, turning and presenting it to Alex with a little bow. “I think this dolly needs a new home, Alex. Will you give her a good home? Take good care of her, aye?”

Alex’s little eyes sparkled, and she hugged the doll to herself. She nodded earnestly. “Yes, Mr. Killy! I’ll take good care of the dolly! Thank you!”

“You don’t have to do that…” Ashley said.

“Nonsense,” Killian said, patting Alex’s head, and smoothing away a few tiny fly-away strands of hair. “This dolly needs a mum, and I do believe Miss Alex will be a splendid one. Swan and I would love to purchase it for her.”

He turned and looked at Emma for confirmation, and she merely nodded, too overcome with emotion to trust her voice. He was so good, so gentle, so loving with children…and it suddenly made her realize something. Her life was good; it was happy; it was so very much of what she’d always wanted…but there was one tiny thing that could make it perfect.

After a moment, Ashley and Alex with her brand new “baby” moved on to the next aisle, and Killian turned back toward the considerable selection of PopTarts.

“Killian,” Emma said, and the emotion, the heaviness in her voice must have alerted him to her state of mind. He turned concerned blue eyes toward her.

“Swan? Is something the matter?”

She reached up and hugged him tightly. “Not a thing in the world is wrong, Killian,” she said, laughing through tears. “It’s just…you were so good with that little girl. You’d really make a great dad.”

He shrugged, looking wistful for a moment. “I’d always wondered what it would be like to have a child of my own. Fortunately now I have Henry. He’s sufficient for me; I needn’t wish for more.”

“But…” Emma said, looking firmly into his eyes, “what if I wish for more?”

“Pardon, love?”

“Killian,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I love Henry with all my heart, but…well…he doesn’t have to be an only child, you know. What would you think about giving him a little brother or sister?”

Killian took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Is that what you want, Swan?”

“I mean, it’s something we have to decide together,” Emma said, glancing aside uncomfortably, “but yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. I wanna be a mom again, and there’s no one I want to take that leap with besides you. What do you say?”

Killian was silent for a moment, and then pounced, kissing her long and deeply (causing a little old lady to grumble disapprovingly about decorum and proper supermarket behavior as she passed them by).

When he pulled back, he tossed her a smile of pure joy. “Emma, love, I’d like nothing more than to father a little lad or lass with you.”

“Great!” she said, her heart turning over. “How about we wrap up this shopping expedition and then head home? Henry’s spending the night with Regina tonight, so we have the house to ourselves. We ought to use our time wisely and maybe get started on making that ‘lad or lass’.”

Killian leaned down and kissed her again. “As you wish, my love.”

Notes:

--Well I was just brimming with story ideas this week! This one was inspired by an actual event. This past weekend I was at the grocery store just trying to buy myself food for the week, and when I turned into the second or third aisle, there was a little girl about 3 or 4 who sat in her mom’s shopping cart. As soon as she saw me, she said “Mommy! She’s following me!” My first reaction was amusement…but then the muse took over, asking the perennial question she brings up whenever pretty much anything out of the ordinary happens: How can I turn this into a CS story? And that’s how this fluffy story was born!

--Up next: I wrote a fluffy little cs drabble last week about Emma and Killian taking dance lessons. I plan to expand that a bit and turn it into the next Fluffy Fridays chapter.

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