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Breaking Down Ch. 22

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31477262/chapters/116879242

Killian spun around in his stool, headache pounding.

"Jones!"

Killian's head snapped up, as Ruby stormed through the door, her red scarf billowing around her. She pulled him to his feet and squeezed him so hard that he nearly lost his breath.

"Ruby."

"She had it in her pocket like a stick of gum!" She bellowed, and Killian chuckled.

"Keep your mouth shut, Red."

Ruby hugged him again, tucking her chin against his neck. "Liam would have loved her, like really really loved her." Killian's throat grew thick, and he just patted her on the back and stepped away.

He sat back down, not entirely sure that Ruby was capable of holding on to a secret like this. "You can tell Granny, that's it." Ruby beamed.

"Of course, of course. I won't tell anyone until you guys do, but I can let it slip to the old bird that Jonesy is officially off the market permanently. You know hearts are going to break for at least two counties over!"

Killian scoffed at that, "I never even made it through the next county!"

"You sir, are a liar."

Killian rolled his eyes, "You are far too nosy for your own good."

She shrugged, "I know. And your wife is sitting in a pile of tile in your broken-down house, demanding help with paint. So, why are you here, and not with her?"

He waved his hand around the obviously full shop but smirked at her use of the title for Emma.

"Oh. You're packed. You never have this much business at once."

"Oi! Don't be an ass, Ruby!" She rolled her eyes at him and stole the other stool to sit upon.

"No seriously, what gives?"

"I took out that ad in the local newspaper, and business has been piling in. Might need another person if it keeps up. Everyone and their mothers need just about everything you can think of before Christmas. Not complaining though, tile to buy and all that."

"Jonesy?"

He set the clipboard down and looked over, "Yeah?"

"Liam would be really happy for you, ya know? He probably is wherever he landed."

He nodded, "Thanks, Red. Now get out of my shop."

Killian finished up what he could, and showered quickly before driving to the house.

Pulling up, he saw Emma's explorer sitting in the driveway, the house was dark but as he entered through the back, he heard movement upstairs. He took the steps two at a time and burst into laughter when he opened the bedroom door. Emma sat there, hair askew, as she was trying to lift each leg with both hands, she looked like a castoff doll crumpled on the floor. It was adorable.

Her green eyes lit up as she saw him, "Jones, oh thank god! Help!"

Killian rushed over, and squatted behind her, lifting her to her feet. He kept hold of her waist, and she smiled over her shoulder at him.

"My legs are asleep. I haven't moved in hours."

He nodded and kissed her quickly. "Let's get you some food."

"I ate!"

He raised an eyebrow, and she rolled her eyes. "This morning, I ate."

"And we need more than one meal a day, Swan. Come on, up you go," and lifted her into his arms, carrying her down toward the kitchen. He set her on the counter, standing beside her as he handed her a takeout box.

"What can I help with?" he asked through a mouthful of noodles, and she pointed at the wall of paint chips that had grown by at least 10. He walked over and tore down at least half of them.

"Around the corner," she mumbled. She had wallpaper samples hanging up, and he took the time to glance at them. She had them all separated, bedroom 1, bedroom 2, Half bath, and entryway. He marked the ones he liked before he took a particular sample upstairs with him. He noticed the smallest bedroom door next to theirs was slightly cracked.

Peeking in, he didn't notice it right away, but Emma had hung a few paint chips in there to the side of the door, almost out of sight. He flipped the light on and looked at them. His stomach clenched, and he heard Emma ascending.

She just leaned against the doorframe and gave him a small smile.

"Painting for something specific, love?" he asked, and she shrugged.

"Not yet."

He nodded and picked a pale green chip. "I like this one."

Emma stood beside him and marked an X on it with the pencil she had tucked through her ponytail. She left the room without a word, and he followed her down the steps.

"We can talk about it, Swan."

Emma smiled and shook her head. "Nothing to talk about yet."

"Well, if you did want to, you know that I want that."

She bit her lip and nodded. "I know."

He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her soft lips. "Alright, whenever you are ready then."

They finished up, and Emma followed him home in her car when Graham called. Killian picked up the call, kicking his boots off.

"Sherriff."

"Jones! Are you and Em still going to foster for the holidays?"

He looked at Emma who had just come through the door. "Hang on, let me ask."

He placed the phone against his chest, "Are we going to foster through Christmas?"

Emma grinned, "I think so, does he need an answer now?"

Killian handed Emma the phone and went to place the bag of food still in his hand into the refrigerator. He got dressed for bed, and Emma came in handing his phone back.

"He wants us to come to decide tomorrow so that he can make sure they all have a place to go. Do you have time?"

He thought about it, he really didn't. He had 15 pickups tomorrow alone, but he knew she wanted this. "I can at lunch, but we have to be quick."

"Alright, I can go alone if you want, it isn't a big deal."

He saw right through that response. "No, I have time. I will just meet you there if you are over at the house." She nodded and kissed his cheek before heading toward the shower.

He glanced through his calendar, realizing that the Holiday market opened next week. He had marked Saturday off early so that he could take Emma for her first time and get a tree, Scott and August were arriving Sunday sometime. He almost laughed when he considered that it was less than a year ago that he had met Emma, moved her in, bought a house, and a car, got engaged, gained a very strange set of siblings, and now they were getting a dog that they were never actually returning because it would break her heart.

He turned Ruby's words over in his head, he liked to think that Liam and his mum would have liked Emma, loved her. The thought of another holiday without them sometimes turned his mood sour, it also usually led him to seek out the comforts of strangers and the bottom of a bottle on occasion. As Emma came out of the bathroom in her fluffy robe, he realized he wouldn't be alone this year, or ever again.

Emma crawled into bed with him and snuggled in, her curls nearly long enough to hang off the edge of her pillow. He toyed with the ends of them, running the silky hair through his fingers as he continued to be lost in his thoughts. Her small hand curled in his shirt, ring sparkling on her finger. How the fuck had he gotten so lucky? She was the entire package, and she had said yes, chose him. He smiled as he watched her sleep, totally enamored by the tiny freckles across her nose, and the thick, dark lashes that fanned across her cheeks.

"Jones, stop staring. It's weird," she mumbled and he chuckled and turned off the tv.

She smiled against his chest, it felt nice to be adored. Even if he watched her sleep like a creep.

Emma hurried through the door, and Killian was waiting by the counter for her. She ran up and quickly kissed him, and apologized for being late. They were led into the kennel area, stacked crates held cats and kittens. Emma paused to peer into a few crates but followed Killian as they headed further toward the larger kennel area.

She took one side, while Killian took the other, dogs wagging their tails at them, some barking, and she looked past the ones with the red tags because they were either adopted out or already being sheltered. She gave them each a smile, and if they ventured close enough, a pet through the bars.

"Swan!"

Emma glanced over, and made her way to stand beside him, glancing at the tag by the door. "Murphy," she smiled at the name and peered inside where a yellow lab mix of some kind sat wagging his tail at them, smiling almost. She knelt down and he walked nervously toward the gate.

"Hi, Murphy," she cooed and stuck her hand through the bar to scratch his ears. She heard a whimper, and Murphy turned, quickly making his way back toward the pile of blankets.

"Wait, are there two?" She asked looking up at Killian and Merida who ran the shelter.

Merida sighed, tossing her poufy red curls over her shoulder. She nodded and handed Emma the clipboard. "It's why we have had so much trouble adopting them out or fostering, they cant be split up."

Killian knew at that moment, the one dog that he had resigned himself to, just became two.

Emma looked up at him, and he smiled, yep he was okay with this if it made her smile like that at him.

"Mer, what's their story?"

"Ah. A sad tale, but they were found together off the interstate about six months ago. Spent the last few trying to fatten them up, they were nearly starved. She looks like she had a litter at some point, but there were no pups, just the two of them. Murph is pretty protective over her, we call her Ava."

The little white Maltese Shih Tzu poked her head up, and Murphy looked over at them, tail wagging.

"Can I go in?" She asked, and Merida unhooked the latch. She approached slowly, Killian behind her, and knelt down next to them. Murphy lurched forward rubbing his pink nose on her face, sniffing her hair. Ava sat up at full attention, her little eyes curious, but she didn't make a move forward.

"I think we can take them, right Swan?" he said and she looked up at him and smiled.

"We can?" she was nearly about to cry with excitement, and he nodded. He knew they couldn't be split up, he understood.

Killian followed Merida out and quietly said, "Draw up the paperwork, we will adopt them both most likely."

Merida grinned and slapped him on the shoulder excitedly, rushing off to get it started.

Killian leaned against the frame of the kennel and watched as the small dog crawled into Emma's lap, and Emma was holding tears back, her nose pink as she sniffled. He came and sat beside her, back against the wall and Murphy nudged against his hand, and he scratched him behind his ears.

"What do you think? You guys want to come home with us?" He directed at Murphy whose tail whipped wildly and licked his hand. Ava looked perfectly content in Emma's lap, her hand stroking her short white fur.

Emma looked over at him, and the grin on her face was absurd. "You're sure?"

He glanced at Murphy who seemed younger, a ball of happy energy, and then at Ava who seemed skittish, an observer.

He petted Ava's head softly and nodded. "They need a home, we have room, and soon we will have even more. Murph will be a good running partner for you once we get some weight on him."

Emma's head landed on his shoulder, and he kissed her curls. "Come on, let's head out, sign the papers."

Emma gently set the dog down in her blankets, Murphy trying to follow her out. "I'll be back, don't worry. I promise, she whispered as she scratched his ears, and latched the gate behind her.

Merida set both forms down, and they signed, Killian kissing her cheek as he headed back to work, leaving Emma there with their two dogs. Merida walked her through the forms and some of their medical histories that they had deduced, and let Emma know that they would be ready for pick up the following day after a bath. Graham smiled knowingly at her and waved her off before she headed toward the pet store to grab everything that they would need, including an extra large crate for them both, since they didn't like to sleep apart.

She rushed home, and Killian helped her carry it all up to the loft, before leaving her to it, grinning as he headed down the steps.

Emma set everything up, and labeled their food containers, tucking them away in a cupboard since Murphy apparently got into anything left out on the counters. Thankfully she was assured that they were not chewers, but she grabbed them the treats anyways. She set a smaller pillow up near her chair by the window so that Ava could lay in the sun, and threw Murphy's large pillow down facing the door. She was told that he preferred to sleep facing doors, and would drag his bed if he didn't like where it was.

It would be a tight fit, but she was grateful all the same that Killian seemed to be on board.

August tapped his pen mindlessly as he hunted down every single photo he could find of the Kennedy-Bessette wedding.

Dress, check. Gloves, he had someone on the hunt for those in New York. Shoes, check.

Scott leaned over his shoulder looking at the small church on the screen. "Auggie..."

"What! She needs a church, I found one!" He was glancing at the small church on the screen.

"It's their wedding, babe."

He crossed his arms and huffed. "She won't even discuss it with me!"

"Because they are in the middle of gutting a house! Why don't you finish packing the records up? Keep yourself occupied, the movers will be here in two days."

August glanced up at Scott and nodded before following him out. "What about flowers? Or cake? I could call Ingrid, and start-" Scott placed a large palm over his mouth silencing him.

"I will tell Emma to have one of those make your own dessert tables that you hate if you don't stop." August gaped at him.

"You wouldn't dare! She isn't a child! Regardless of how she lives sometimes, who has a sundae bar at a wedding? Knowing her, Emma would just to spite me! Completely tacky." He shook his head mumbling something too low for Scott to hear.

"It is not our wedding. You need to back off and make sure our life here makes it there, so focus!"

"Fine. But only because I am choosing to, not because you told me to."

Scott grinned, "You are an absolute pain in the ass, no wonder Killian is not giving us housekeys."

"I can pick locks," August sniffed.

"And Killian is best friends with the sheriff who will put you in a holding cell."

He barked out a laugh, "Graham? He would probably give me a donut and a coffee and make me do all his backlogged paperwork before he stuck me in a cell for a B&E."

Scott stared at him, "You know that you have a problem, right?"

August avoided eye contact, "I know."

"If we get approved for adoption, don't be the helicopter dad, or our kids won't have friends."

"I won't!"

Scott smirked at him. "I see it now, you taking over as head of the PTA, and bake sales, all while running background checks on little Timmy's parents to find out if they ever got a speeding ticket, and clipping the brake wires on a mom's car who forgot to attend the back to school night meeting." He wrapped his arms around Auggie's waist and kissed him. "I can't wait."

"Brakes are a little far, maybe I would just put something in her tea at the next meeting, give her a mild case of IBS."

Scott rolled his eyes and chuckled. "As I said, you are a lunatic. Now pack," he said dropping his arms and began taping his own boxes up.

August smiled, a wedding, being close to Emma, and possibly kids? He hit the jackpot, plus his husband was hot. He and Emma did alright for two street rats.

Killian held Emma's hand as they walked into the shelter, leashes in each hand. Merida greeted them, and led them into the kennels, Emma smiled noticing that almost all of the tags were red now, that they would have a home for the holidays.

Merida unlatched the gate, and Murphy ran toward Killian rubbing against his legs, as Killian scratched his ears, earning himself a headbutt.

Emma walked over to Ava, who was sitting up, her little white tail wagging, and her heart melted. "Hi there, ready to go home?" She asked and hooked her new leash onto her collar.

Killian had Murphy at hand, and led him toward the front, Ava running closely on her short legs to keep up with him, tugging Emma along. They led the dogs out, Killian lifting Murphy into the trunk of the Explorer, while Ava stayed near Emma, choosing to sit on her lap for the short drive.

Killian made sure that the drills weren't running when they brought them inside, not wanting to scare them, and Murphy rushed up the steps, while Emma carried Ava behind him. Killian headed up and made sure that they had everything that they needed, choosing to sit on the floor while they wandered the loft checking everything out. Emma sat beside him, a massive grin on her face, and pulled his lips to hers.

"Happy?" He asked.

"Exceptionally."

"When do they get here? Sunday?"

Emma nodded. "He is going to ambush me about the wedding."

Killian sighed and tugged her against him. "We decide, love. Not August, not Ruby." She nodded, but he could tell she was a little anxious about it, her new tick was twirling her ring around on her finger.

"Pick a movie, and I'll call in a pizza."

Murphy bounded back into the room and promptly dragged his bed toward the door, and plopped down, while Ava came trotting out quietly behind him. She curled into Murphy's belly, snuggling in. Emma grinned, they were happy, and they felt safe. She could relate to that feeling.

"They don't have to go back, Swan," Killian said from the kitchen, smiling softly at her.

Emma looked up at him and nodded. "I don't want to get my hopes up."

He nodded and dialed as he walked down toward their room. Emma queued up the movie, and grabbed a bag of candy before laying on the couch, waiting for him to come back. He placed her feet in his lap, dragging a blanket over them.

After pizza, they took the dogs out on a quick walk, and he got them settled while Emma got ready for bed.

He walked in as she removed her earrings, and combed out her long curls. He sat on the edge of the bed just watching her, and she smiled at him in the mirror, knowingly. She set her comb down and stood between his legs, brushing his hair away from his forehead, before leaning in to kiss him. Killian's arms banded around her waist, and he fell backward taking her with him.

She placed kisses along his lips, and cheeks, his hands wandering up and down her back tugging her in tighter. She tucked her hands into his hair, kissing him deeply, taking advantage of his parted lips.

Killian's hand slid down her back to cup her cheek, dragging her against him, squeezing out every bit of space between them. His hand wandered beneath her tee shirt, tugging it upward, and nearly had it over her head before he felt something against his leg.

He looked toward the end of the bed and Ava was up on her hind legs watching, and Murphy's tongue lolled out of his mouth, tail whipping back and forth. Emma giggled and slid off of him, much to his dismay.

"Cockblocked by my dogs. Excellent," he groaned, hands dropping to the bed.

"Aw, it's their first night in a new place. Are you scared?" She petted them and slid to the floor. Ava crawled into her lap, and Emma was about to ask when he laid down a hard rule.

"Not on the bed."

Emma pouted but nodded.

She stood carrying Ava, Murphy trailing behind her as she headed toward their crate. She tucked them inside, making sure their blankets were okay, and shut the latch.

"Goodnight, see you in the morning."

Killian was still laying where she had left him, she lay beside him, his blue eyes seeking out hers, and he tugged her back atop him.

"Now, where was I?" he murmured, before trailing kisses down her neck and rolling her to her back, picking right up where he had left off.

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has this been done yet or...

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Breaking Down Ch. 21

"They are probably dead!"

Scott continued sipping his tea as he flipped to the sports section, letting his husband rant and rave until he ran out of steam.

"I should call the police, right? That rickety cabin probably burned to the ground, and I have no idea where they are!"

Scott choked on his tea, "Rickety Cabin? I highly doubt that, and she texted you when they got there. Auggie, we talked about this. Boundaries. They are just on vacation," he sighed shaking his head.

August glared at him, hands on his hips, his blue eyes flashing wildly.

"My sister is supposed to be getting engaged! What if she fell off a cliff? What if Jones murdered her? I mean his nice guy, hot mechanic routine could have just have been a cover. He could be like the BTK of the eastern seaboard!"

"Alright, I love you but for you to even suggest that Killian, our Killian has some dormant serial killer personality means that you've hit your limit and I am putting you to bed."

He moved and scooped August up, who sputtered indignantly and continued his ranting as Scott headed up the steps past the taped moving boxes.

"Fine, so he isn't a serial killer. Did he ask her? How are you so calm!" Scott tossed him onto their bed where he lay like a sack of potatoes, muttering at the ceiling.

"I expect that he did ask, and we are allowing them their privacy. Boundaries. Practice them, because once we move you cannot barge into their home on a whim."

Scott moved to turn off the lights, and August scooted beneath the covers, huffing. "Boundaries aren't a thing with us! If I want to see my sister, then I have every right to walk in, and make breakfast!"

Scott pulled him by his collar and kissed him. "You are a lunatic, and I love you."

August grumbled and drew the sheet up beneath his arms. "What if a bobcat attacked them? Surely I should call the local authorities to ask."

"Sleep August. Sleep."

"Fine. But I am calling if I don't hear from her tomorrow."

"That's the spirit. Now sleep," Scott muttered before putting his earplugs in.

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kazoo5480 · 2 years ago

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just a lazy early morning for captain swan 🏴‍☠️💛🦢☀️

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Never Nothing: Extra #4

A very quick glimpse into Emma and Killian’s life with Henry.

A/N: This is it my dudes!! I’ve wanted to write a sort of wrap up to this series since I started it almost 2 years ago and I finally did it!! Thank you endlessly to my best friends @donteattheappleshook and @the-darkdragonfly for continuing to try to drag me kicking and screaming back into writing fic, and to Maddie for mentioning how much she loves an “Accidental non-bio daddy” who says “oh the woman I like is having a baby. guess I’m a dad now” because hello that’s Killian in this story.

Anyway, this series is now complete! Also yes I do keep saying that this is my very last idea and yet here I still am. Let’s not talk about it…

Rated M for a lil smut in the beginning

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Nearly two years together doesn’t seem like a long time in the grand scheme of things, especially considering the fact that Emma is dating someone who’s apparently been alive for almost one hundred times that long. But still, she feels like she’s known Killian Jones for her entire life. Sometimes she wonders whether she has. She usually tries not to dwell on the fact that he’d met her parents before she was even born– the magical aspects of her life are still pretty new to her despite how long it’s been since she found out about her origins. Either way, though, she often finds herself thinking of the two of them as kindred spirits. He had called them that once, and it’s always stuck with her.

She feels she knows everything about him. She’s used to him to the point that she can’t imagine going through life without him. He’s become a beacon of hope, strength, and stability for not only herself, but for her son, too. Having Killian in their lives is as simple and natural as breathing, something she’s grown accustomed to in every aspect of her life.

Well, almost every aspect of her life.

If there’s one thing she doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to, it’s waking up to the feeling of his lips pressing softly to her neck, his tongue dipping out to trace over the line of her pulse. There was a time not too long ago when she would have attempted to cause bodily harm to anyone who dared to wake her, but things have changed over the few years since she met Killian, and now, this is her favorite way to wake up.

She can feel him smirk against her skin and she knows that she’s given herself away. He always tells her that he can tell when she wakes up even if she tries to hide it, citing that her breathing changes and her pulse quickens, and that must be true if the way he slowly drags himself lower along her body is any indication.

“Morning,” he practically growls, his voice deep and gravely with sleep in a way that has her guessing that he didn’t wake up all that long ago himself.

“It is,” she breathes. A sigh escapes her parting lips when he dips his head beneath the t-shirt she wore to bed last night, his tongue warm and gentle against her nipple and leaving a cool tingle in its wake when he slides it along her skin to her other breast.

“Good morning, then,” he chuckles deeply against her heart, the greeting going in one ear and out the other.

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Always in My Heart - Ch. 5, a CS Modern AU. NOW COMPLETE!

Two months later, here is the conclusion to my CS Gift Exchange story, written for @nachocheese-itsmycheese. I didn’t anticipate it being five chapters when I started writing it, but as you can see, that’s exactly what happened! This chapter is not nearly as long as the last one, but it includes everything I thought was necessary to wrap everything up for this version of Emma and Killian. I hope you enjoy it, along with the art that is meant to show their progression through their relationship.

Many thanks to my friend and beta, @hookedmom, and to @motherkatereloyshipper, who provided information about how certain things mentioned in the chapter work in the UK.

Story Summary: As children in the same foster home, Emma Swan and Killian Jones became best friends. After being separated, they lost touch for 14 years and thought they would never see each other again. A chance meeting in London changes everything.

Rating: M (for smut - which is separated by double asterisks in chapters 4 & 5)

Words (chapter 5): 5140

Words (total): app. 37,730

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The fifth time Emma Nolan shared a bed with Killian Jones was on the eve before they left for London to begin their new life together. They had much to celebrate and didn’t fall asleep until almost midnight. When the alarm on Killian’s phone went off at three AM, he grumbled a curse and tugged his arm out from under Emma to grab the annoying device off of the nightstand.

“Swan,” he rasped, “time to wake up.” Turning on the lamp, he squinted at the sudden brightness.

She stirred a little, but didn’t answer. He kissed her forehead, then pushed lightly at her shoulder. “Wake up, Love. We have to get ready to go to the airport.”

Groaning loudly, she flipped over onto her back, throwing an arm over her face. Killian dragged the covers off of her, taking in her body, clad only in purple panties and a white tank top. He bent to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat, teasing the soft skin with the tip of his tongue.

“Ugh, don’t kiss me. I need a shower,” she complained, trying to scoot away from him.

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WIP Wednesday: A Trick of the Light - A Captain Swan Tale

Chapter 9: A Field of Roses

*blinks in shock* Oh My... Hey!! I wrote things! I am probably more shocked than you are... probably... Coming soon....

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I guess I didn’t really think this through- she had giggled into the towel he’d handed her as she stood before him, pink and warm, skin steaming from the water he had helped her out of as the snow swirled wildly outside the window.

He’d bitten down a smirk, though she had noticed it regardless, eyes shining with mirth as she watched him in the light of the candles she’d obsessively lit before pouring the last bucket of near scalding water into the tub.

“It smells so good though!” Her grin widened, as he picked yet another soggy petal from his chest, nodding and trying desperately not to laugh.

“Aye,” he deposited the small pink hitchhiker on the edge of the tub, a rogue petal from Emma’s attempt at something she had called bath salts.

It had been a series of amusing trial and error attempts before she’d decided to add the rose petals Fiona had helped her tie in the few last days of autumn, the various herbs and spices Emma had crushed into the heaps of hand-crushed salt; pungent and mostly terrible. She’d gagged, holding a hand in front of her face as he dutifully disposed of batch after batch, early pregnancy hormones preventing her from finding any part of the ordeal humorous.

“They didn’t really stick to me,” she turned in an attempt to inspect her backside- probably because I’m not hairy like you are- which had remained petal-free, unlike his own.

He had found her, the tiredness he’d dragged with him throughout his day lifting from his soul as watched her bent over her work, his fingers ink-stained from the ledgers at the warehouse as he itched to touch her, to pull her attention away from her task for even only a moment. His ears had echoed Alec’s annoyed mutterings most of the day until the merchant ship they had been waiting on all morning finally appeared on the horizon clearing from his heart. She had collected small bowls, scattered around her like soldiers awaiting her orders, and was busy measuring something into them as she tilted her head to the door- you’re just in time!- sweat from the fire gathering at the base of her neck.

He’d braided her hair before he’d left that morning while her hands soaked into the wash basin, the swirl of silk under the warm water like the call of the sea, and she’d leaned back into his chest, pressing a kiss into her hair.

The scent of roses had stayed on her skin, impossible as it was through the travel of portals and time and realms, the faint drift of the blooms he had brought her over the years.

She’d bought a small bag of salts- this is the real deal, babe!- from a trip into Boston before Liam was born, pouring a small handful of the soft scented grains into the bathtub as he helped her over the edge, her pregnant stomach making the movement awkward- don’t you dare laugh, Jones, this is entirely, mostly, partly your fault- his hand on her elbow as he lowered her into the water.

There hadn’t been any room for him that day, the tub in their Storybrooke home smaller than the large porcelain one which sat in the corner of their bedroom at the cottage by the sea, and he had knelt on the floor, the bathmat wet under his knees, and spoke softly to her and their child.

The memory hung around him like fog on a cool sea, thick and quiet, until a sharp clang of metal on stone echoed frantically through his blood as his head cleared like the sun burning it all away.

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TIT Thursday: A Swan by any other Name

Emma joins Killian’s crew disguised as a man. Killian doesn’t figure it out. The poor dummies fall in love.

(Also affectionately refered to as “bi!Killian fic” and “I-don’t-know-what-Killian-Jones’-sexuality-is-but-it’s-definitely-not-straight fic”)

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“Please don’t.”

Killian turned his smile from the flirtatious barmaid to Robin’s exasperated grimace. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.“

“We’re setting sail at dawn, mate. Last time you looked at someone like that we didn’t leave until sundown.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Am I? What about Camelot?”

There was a begrudging pause, then a sigh. “Very well.”

“Thank you.”

“But that poor woman’s disappointment is on your conscience,” he warns.

“She’ll survive.”

“You’re in a mood,” Killian pointed out.

“I just want to get home on time - I’m not sure I can protect you from Marian if you’re the cause of our delay once again.”

Robin’s wife had been forced to stop traveling with them a few months ago, when her morning sickness had begun to manifest as sea sickness and the two of them had agreed that she would wait until the baby was born to return to the crew.

Robin hadn’t been any fun since.

“And you will,” Killian promises. “As soon as Smee is done signing on this new batch of recruits we can -”

He stopped, having turned towards the little table by the front where Smee was stationed, just in time to see a man slip inside, keeping to the shadows as he tried to edge across the tavern unseen. But the dim glow of the lamplights couldn’t hide him from Hook’s gaze, not his ashy hair that fell to his shoulders from under a wide-brimmed hat, nor the handsome face, shadowed by a day’s growth, the wide, bright eyes under dark brows and a determined strength in his expression that belied his lean frame. He was striking, there was no doubt about that, but it was that countenance - determined and defiant, like he was ready and waiting to face down any opponent - that drew Killian’s attention.

Robin, who had followed his gaze, let out a pained sound, but Killian couldn’t tear his eyes from the stranger. “Please. I’m begging you. Last time you looked at someone like that, we couldn’t find you for three days…”

“Ah, but what a three days it was,” Killian beamed whistfully. He felt for his friend, truly. But there was something intangible but undeniably captivating about the man. He drew his lip between his teeth and Killian followed the movement, drawn to the curve of his mouth, to the thought of what it might feel like against him, skin burning hot at the images the simple action stirred. There was no helping it now - he had to know him.

“Killian, I beg you. Think of my wife, my unborn child…”

But he was already on his feet. “Tell Mariane I’ll make it up to her.”

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Double feature for those of you lovely people who follow my silly little story, and support me with endless patience. Enjoy!

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a missing scene set during the season 4 finale, follow-up to this one; ~2200 words.

He’s allergic to rum.

It’s the pettiest thing yet about this weird alternate-reality-mess that Gold has set up, and Emma has to fight back her anger as she watches Killian fumble his way through their conversation. This isn’t just about Gold getting his happy ending. It’s about depriving everyone else of theirs, too. Down to the last detail.

Killian is flustered again, blushing a little and smiling too much, clearly desperate not to say the wrong thing but equally desperate not to lapse into total silence.

She’s desperate, too: desperate to reach for him, to embrace him, to really talk to him again after all the time she spent in limbo, endlessly waiting, trying to hold onto hope even as it crumbled inside her. It’s disorienting to stand here and look at him, knowing that it’s Killian, but not really.

She has never appreciated until just now how difficult it must have been for him in New York, faced with the complete lack of recognition from her.

And he hasn’t kneed her in the crotch or handcuffed her to a park bench.

In fact, his reaction to her is the one thing that doesn’t seem to have changed much, and now that they’re out of immediate danger, Emma can’t ignore it any more. She barrelled into him, a complete stranger to him, and he’d looked at her with wonder on his face and words caught in his throat. He’s still looking at her that way, like he can’t believe she’s actually here and talking to him. It’s a little bit adorable.

It’s mostly heartbreaking.

“My schedule’s pretty clear,” he tells her when she tries to postpone the question of why she trusts him—of course she trusts him—and it’s so Killian that she has to take a breath. Hesitant and even shy he may be, in this topsy-turvey reality, but he’s still not letting her off the (there’s nothing for it) hook.

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Thanks to the @cssns for hosting the event once more. Thanks to the Mods.

Thanks to @ultraluckycatnd for being my beta

Art was done by me.

AO3

FFN

“The plague started because the human race crushed itself beneath the weight of its negative emotions until it released a dark force that changed the humans so that everyone could see their evil.”

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“You Can't Take Bananas on a Boat" (aka: Killian and his Nautical Superstitions)

This story is the second in a new series on ARCHIVE called Stories from Storybrooke. It tells of the lives of Killian and Emma as they enjoy their married life together in Storybrooke. I have played with the timeline a little, to instead of season 7 being, well, season 7, Henry has his adventures in further education instead.

The story started when I heard the BBC radio 2 breakfast show talking about strange superstitions, and as soon as I heard the words, “You can’t take bananas on boats,” I had the first section of the story written before 8.20am. It was completely something Killian would say and do. So, here we are!

Thanks to @snowbellewells for reading through this story for me.

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Story rated as M for language.

Story is also on ARCHIVE here

“You Can’t Take Bananas on a Boat" (aka: Killian and his Nautical Superstitions)

“Stop right there, thank you very much.”

Emma stood stock still at the foot of the Jolly, one foot raised about to board. “Is there a reason you’re quoting Spice Girl lyrics at me?”

“I’ve no idea what you’re going on about or why you’re talking about girls who sell spices. You can’t go any further with those bananas though.”

Henry had already boarded the vast vessel, so Emma put her foot back on the solid ground and slowly turned to her husband, a confused look on her face. She’d dealt with many of his oddities before - spending the night apart before their wedding she thought was the most extreme thing. It would seem now, however, that she was wrong. “What the fuck, Killian? Why the hell not?” she asked, far from impressed that her source of sustenance, and currently the only thing that was not making her puke, was being questioned. Again.

Without saying a word, Killian took the banana from her and put it in the car for safekeeping. Walking back, he knew he had some explaining to do when he saw his wife and son staring at him, both with their hands on their hips. Henry had come back to see what the problem was.

“I’ll explain soon,” he promised the two of them. “Let’s set sail first.”

The three climbed aboard in silence.

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Incorrect Hookfire quotes, featuring only-responsible-adult!Emma.

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CS AU: Conviction (5/?)

Summary: The story had been front page news for months. Scandalous details of a married woman of low birth and with limited means, murdering her husband; hatcheting him to death in order to save her own life and that of her unborn child - or so she claimed. No evidence to support her allegations of abuse had been presented during the trial, but in the end, it was the fact that Mrs. Cassidy was with child that saved her from a verdict of murder in the first degree, a judgment that carried the death penalty for both men and women alike. As an act of mercy, a lesser charge was issued, one that spared her life but now made her Misthaven Penitentiary’s problem to contend with, and more specifically, the Captain of the Guard charged with keeping order within its walls.

A/N: My apologies for not updating last week. While I am determined to maintain a regular, weekly schedule, I’m afraid I’ve fallen behind on my wiring, and therefore I can’t guarantee there won’t be more skipped weeks. Now that my homeschool semester is over, I’m hoping to get more writing time so I can catch back up. I just ask that y'all be patient with me.

Thank you for all the lovely comments! I treasure them, and am so thrilled y'all seem to love this story as much as I do! Also, thanks to my amazing betas, @snowbellewells and @kmomof4. Also, shout out to @sotangledupinit for the assist in defringing Killian for the art.

Rated T-M (for themes, mentions of abuse, murder, and attempted assault) / Available on ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee / add to tag list

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Snow swirled and the frigid air burned in Killian’s lungs. The scent of pine danced in his sinuses and tickled his tongue, the aroma of the season stirring those feelings of good tidings even though there had been no great joy in his days for the past few weeks.

Actually, that wasn’t completely true. Despite the rift between himself and his brother - a chasm that had only grown wider since his brother’s decree, forcing Killian from Swan’s presence and the pleasure of her company, while removing any comfort his might have given her - there had been moments of elation and gratitude to help lighten the otherwise gloomy December days.

Elsa had wasted no time in acquiring the services of a few masons and the blacksmith, converting the old offices along the upper level of the officer’s wing into a much larger cell for Swan and her swiftly approaching arrival. The men had offered their time and materials, free of charge, and word had spread regarding the prison’s forthcoming addition, spurring the townsfolk into actions of charity, not only for Miss Swan, but the entire prison as well.

The soft crunch of compacted snow, mixed with the shuffle of freshly fallen flakes echoed beneath Killian’s boots as he made his way up the long drive towards the prison. He stopped for a moment, adjusting the bulky item in his arms so he could tighten his scarf, a slight shiver traveling down his spine when the winter breeze whispered across the thin layer of perspiration dampening his skin from the exertion of carrying the object from town. A ring of faint laughter tinkled through the air, and Killian knew the carolers he’d passed in the village must be making their way to the prison.

He remembered lamenting many months ago about how they were to make it through the winter without the assistance of the convent. He never would have imagined the outpouring of care, kindness, and compassion they had received from the town’s residents, from necessities like foodstuffs and fuels, to the indulgence of new clothing for the prisoners and a collection for the officers’ uniforms, as well as decorations and community visits to help lift the population’s spirits. Killian could not remember a more festive or exhilarating Christmas season in all his years, and though Elsa had certainly had her hand in making it happen, Killian knew the true prompting that had brought the whole town together to rally around Misthaven Penitentiary was Emma.

A cloud of vapor briefly hung in the air from where Killian had exhaled heavily. Emma. His Swan. Not a day had gone by that he had not thought of her, and not simply because the work being done on her new cell was happening, quite literally, before his very eyes day after day. He’d timed his arrival during those first few shifts he’d reported for duty with when she’d usually be out on her walks, so he would at least have the opportunity to see her, perhaps even speak with her. However, his brother had accounted for such an action and had issued new orders regarding her yard time. Now that they were back to full staff, they no longer had to depend on the off-duty night shift to perform the task, so she was worked into the day rotation schedule, usually escorted from her cell when Killian was in the training room with one of the new recruits.

The sound of his boot falls interrupted the quiet once more as he trod up the path towards the prison gate. Two of the recruits were milling about in the yard, most likely awaiting the arrival of the carolers. They snapped to attention as soon as they spotted him, one moving quickly to open the door for their captain, whose arms were still laden with an object he hoped to deliver before the visitors’ arrival.

It was a yearly tradition, the carolers beginning their Christmas Eve serenade at the prison before moving through town and finishing at the church for the Silent Night Service. They would spend some time visiting with the prisoners first, encouraging them with conversation and perhaps a small, gifted token, like a piece of peppermint or some other candy, to commemorate the holiday, then sing a few carols before moving on. Killian had always enjoyed the Christmas Eve caroling and the festivities it brought with it, the guards finding ways to make their own merriment as those off-duty joined the on-duty shift for a celebratory toast after the carolers departed, but this year… The rift between him and Liam would most likely sour whatever toast their warden made, and the only person with whom he wished to share Christmas he was forbidden from seeing.

That hadn’t stopped him from bringing her a gift, though.

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