#cs amaryllis

[cstveamaryllis]

CARMEN SANDIEGO: THE VILE EYE - TEASER TRAILER

[mochimouiemarty]

Amaryllis by @csvamaryllis !!! want fanart?? i gotchu fam 🔥🔥

[themoonlitartgallery]

art recap 2023! my main blog is @tiredguyswag <3 lots of carmens and heeras to be seen

[mau-erik]

Amaryllis fanart.

I saw the post you made @csvamaryllis and then it occurred to me to make him fanart (don't ask how I know what his favorite animal is). And that's it I hope you like amaryllis.

[vileacademyofficial]

FACULTYY!! Thoughts on your operative Amaryllis?

he's so fun to manipulate we love that. uh . i mean who said that

[itsdappleagain]

hello cs oc community. i have your blorbos. hope u enjoy bc yall are super cool

left to right:

DEATHBEAT from @vile-deathbeat

TONE DEAF from @markibrain

AMARYLLIS from @vileoperativeamaryllis

HEERA from @cs-oc-posting

BLANK from @cs-blank-au-official

BLACKOUT from @mienacles

[cs-blank-au-official]

i saw you were asking for critique on your au i've done a critique analysis on someone else's au before (CSV Amaryllis to be exact) and now i wanna do another critique but this time, here

i think so far your au is pretty close to the reality of CS, not too overpowered and not too underdeveloped to be considered "just another goon of the main antagonist" based on observation, Blank and Carmen seem to have a connection in the past beyond "enemies" to make any of their interactions just a simple one. i'm still wondering how the fuck Blank would be able to enter Vile at the age of 13?? that's the odd part that really makes me rethink if this is really as close to the reality of CS. i'm guessing Roundabout or any faculty member had something to do with it but then again, why would they let a child in a criminal organization meant for young and older adults? even weirder, Blank joins Carmen eventually??? after the things you've implied? like how he hates Shadowsan? in one of your artworks, Shadowsan and Blank even seems to be chill. that's my take on your au so far. i don't like part of it but i don't really hate it either. mainly because your oc isn't overpowered like the au i've critiqued before. but i don't like how Blank entered vile as a kid because that's so random. from one author to a great artist, your plot writing either needs abit more explaination or just abit of revisions

i love reading this over and over because it makes perfect sense why the viewer would feel this way. as much as i'd love to explain how Blank got into Vile in the first place, i can't exactly spoil the lore. i'm not sure if you read deeper into my posts or if you only checked the artwork but if you saw my VERY old version of how Blank got to join vile, it would make sense (though i've revised a few parts of what i've written before!) GAHH this makes me look at my work and feel proud because this is EXACTLY what i want the viewers of my AU to feel i understand why you don't like part of my AU but do remember that this isn't even finished yet :> i'm not even halfway through my au. for your advice of giving "more explaination" i'd rather not. because i want the viewers to piece things together themselves rather than have it laid out for them. thank you really for sharing your thoughts, anon! i'll take your advice to heart!

[cstveamaryllis]

CARMEN SANDIEGO: THE VILE EYE

to be released by : may/june 2025 (author’s note below the cut)

sorry for keeping you all waiting!! i wasn’t feeling well physically and mentally this week (ive been dealing with my depression), and to keep you all waiting since 2022 in general! i’m happy to announce that it will be out by this year! the written version at least. the comic one will take a bit of time, but it wont be long! STAY TUNED ILY ALL

[cstveamaryllis]

OH MY BOY IS SO PRETTY RAGSHDGASHDGASDGHASGDHSGDHASDGASHDGSA BARKABRAJKRBKBRAKBRA

did an art trade w @csvamaryllis of their oc!

[vileoperativeamaryllis]

AMARYLLIS ANNIV WINNERS

I just wanted to say, thank you, these three for participating! And now I will announce the winners. Sorry about how this ended up being late, I’ve been taking some time to myself. Anyways lets get to it!

For SECOND PLACE, winning 1-2 free artworks i’ll gladly do, for drawing Amaryllis amazingly, with best efforts,

SHOUT OUT TO @cs-oc-posting !! Thank you for your amazing participation, and I’ll hear from you soon!

For FIRST PLACE, winning 1-3 free artworks i’ll honorably do, for having shown most character, and working on this with careful thought, communication and accuracy, as well as even adding his own character in,

SHOUT OUT TO @cs-oc-blank-random-posts !! Thank you for your wonderful work, keep it going!

And shout out to runner up @famousfoxkingdom for lovely headcanons, and participation!

Congratulations to you all ^^ ❤️ I’m so proud of you guys, and thank you!

[mau-erik]

Amaryllis fanart.

I made amaryllis with the clothes of one of her favorite characters, (later I will make her other favorite character, just give me time) use this post by @csvamaryllis.

Well, bye.

[haveaclock]

Alright Sparkle Shot it's your turn

Sparkle Shot's opinion on people

Carmen SanDiego: She was never really my friend so I don't really know how to describe her, but for some reason she keeps on taking my guns! Do you know how long it takes to refill?? So annoying!

Zack and Ivy: Tried Blasting there head off so their face could be red just like their heads, instead I got ran over... So now I don't really interact.

Shadow-San: Guns weren't allowed during my final exam, so now I basically hate him.

Crackle: Eh.

Tigress: If she doesn't shut up...

Le Chèvre: I am about to blast his nose off if he doesn't stop having nosebleed for ONE FUCKING SECOND.

El Topo: He's better than the rest of my victims- I mean operatives, although sometimes he is never serious..He's so short too! Hey... Just because I'm 5'4 doesn't mean anything!

Jeantonio: They're adorable and all but If I hear anyone flirting somebody is going to die and it's because of me, if only I could find my of box of bullets...

MimeBomb: How the hell do you understand that guy? He's so difficult to work with, plus he looks weird without his makeup.. yes I've seen him without makeup.. all I'm gonna say is that he has freckles okay?!

Paper Star: How am I not friends with her?! We both like killing? Wait.. is it because she's crazy? HOW US SHE SHÁNZI'S FRIEND BUT NOT MINE. EXPLAIN.

Shánzi: He's my best friend, only friend, and I don't wanna kill him. Although her always looks at me weirdly and his face is slightly red. Do you think he's mad at me? (This bitch doesn't know anything about simps, except for Le Chèvre's nosebleeds.)

Neal the Eel: Tried to Kill him , didn't work, if he just doesn't stay still..I'll be basically doing everyone a favour by killing him! Nobody wants to work with that guy!

Dash Haber: Me and Him had a fashion competition to see who was better at styling, Countess Cleo and Heartache were the judges and they both picked Dash, talk about favoritism...

Faculty: Coach Brunt is was brutal, and I like that but if you wanna kill someone at least cover up the evidence! Even tho Countess Cleo is my boss, after that fashion incident with Dash, Heartache, Cleo and me she's gone on my list of victims, Prof. Maelstrom is well, crazy , I'm not crazy! Just because I want to kill basically everyone doesn't mean I'm crazy! that's the mind of a serial killer dammit! Dr.Bellum wanted to make me a gun without needing ammo,and when I tried it, it almost blasted my head off! Never again! Roundabout is just the better faculty member, he gives me money to go spend on ammo, and fabric!

Spinkick: Well I was supervising him once with his training and then I almost got kicked by him, so In defense I shot my gun up to the ceiling and a light almost fell on him, we were arguing non-stop , I really wanted to use that gun on him, but then I would just be sent to the dungeon.

Flytrap: I had a caper with her once , We were fighting and all and then that was when I got run over by those Red heads. And she lost! Talk about bad luck... She is bad luck I almost died!

HeartAche (@carmensandiegowritinngs): All I got to say is she's cool! She's basically my inspiration, once I told her how to get better at fashion!

Thunderbird (@anotheroneofthegaysharks): Honestly, I wonder what he does? Isn't he attracted to MimeBomb, Oh I am definitely gonna be teasing him.

Amaryllis (@vileoperativeamaryllis): Anger issues, all I got to say.

[dragonitequeen]

podcast co-host and best friend

amaryllis lockwood runs a popular relationship advice podcast called after the honeymoon phase with her best friend of over ten years (who we’ll call julien because let’s be honest, that’s the complete aesthetic I’m going for here). they moved in together after college, adopted dogs together, and are opposites in the best way. amaryllis is virgo, julien (open gender & face) is aries. they give some of the most heartfelt, genuine advice on relationships that their listeners love, and yet they don’t take it themselves. everyone can tell that they’re mad for each other, but they’ve been doing the dance over the line and back for years now. as their internet fame rises with their new extension of the podcast on youtube, they’ve been able to quit their day jobs and focus on their content entirely.

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[woundedgalaxy]

it’s...

amateur hour : krökta tankar och brända vanor yuta matsumura : red ribbon treasury of puppies : mitt stora nu straw man army : sos thomas bush : preludes cs + kreme : orange serwed : iii kitchen's floor : none of that long knife : curb stomp earth civilistjävel! : järnnätter

carla dal forno : come around earl sweatshirt : sick! nw/hr : nuclear winter/heavy rain oxhy : mercy sidha | alice song joe colley : deformation of tone the garbage & the flowers : cinnamon sea birthmark : lamentations valerio tricoli : say goodbye to the wind rrr band : rrr band ssabæ : azurescens the reds, pinks & purples : summer at land's end smirk : material moin : paste incipientium : inhuman malvern brume : body traffic va : thorn valley dip friso : crocodile or real? eyes of the amaryllis : sift the drin : down river in the distance läuten der seele : läuten der seele komare : grace to breathe that void mai mao : ricshari puppet wipes : the stones are watching & they can be a handful the sprigs : mole's uninvited guests string : last index of... dj trystero : null-a jon collin : bridge variations francis plagne : the refrain astrid ∅ster mortensen : skærsgårdslyd arv & miljö : vålnad av fornskog freundliche kriesel : freundliche kriesel organ of corti : auris warm currency : returns the lloyd pack : i bet you've got some good stories exek : advertise here tacita trjj : meeting on purpose mike cooper : oceans of milk and treacle

archival

hallelujahs : eat meat, swear an oath nein rodere : catch up with what party + gu-n : gu-n jan steele & janet sherbourne : distant saxophones born under a rhyming planet : diagonals stereolab : pulse of the early brain the strange girls : it's ok to be happy

film

crimes of the future d. david cronenberg russia 1985-1999: traumazone d. adam curtis modern love tokyo: for 13 days, i believed him d. kiyoshi kurosawa blonde d. andrew dominik the banshees of inisherin d. martin mcdonagh pinocchio d. guillermo del toro nope d. jordan peele

tv

atlanta the rehearsal andor reservation dogs

[cstveamaryllis]

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Amaryllis by @csvamaryllis !!! want fanart?? i gotchu fam 🔥🔥

[teamhook]

Emma and Killian :: Kate and Leopold CS AU for CSMM

Hello lovelies!! So I’m on a schedule and you will be getting updates for my fics. 3 per Month ;)

I want to thank @captainswanmoviemarathon and the wonderful CSMM Discord Family. My co-writer @revanmeetra87

I want to also thank @ultraluckycatnd for Beta-ing thiis thing for us.

|FFN|

|AO3|

Friday and The Weekend

Killian and David shared a guilty look. They had both behaved like children. Killian knew he had more than the other, in part due to his inebriety and the other part was jealousy of what he didn't know. Killian said goodnight to his mate and went home to ponder on his actions.

He decided he would try his best to make amends to her. So he did what he did best, put his thoughts on paper, and hoped that it would grant him redemption.

The next day, Emma woke up and got ready fast. She had to get to work and somehow fix the mess her brother and that jerk that couldn't keep his mouth shut had made.

David greeted her in the kitchen with a cup of coffee ready for her which she promptly snubbed and rushed out.

David had arranged for Emma to find the letter that Killian had dropped off earlier, but she was eager to leave the apartment. He knew they both had misbehaved and his sister was in her right to be angry at them.

He grabbed both the letter and the first fruit in the basket he could and dashed after her.

Emma had reached the street and was just about to hail a cab when she heard David's voice. "Ems! Emma, wait!"

She halted because she loved her idiot brother, and it's them against the world.

She turned to face him with her best 'you're in trouble' face.

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry. I know I fucked things up for us. I know that everything you do is for us to have a better life."

Emma stared her brother down. "I have to go clean up the mess you two made."

"Emma, I know and for whatever it's worth, I'm sorry. Here, you can't go to work on an empty stomach," David said as he handed her a papaya. "Yeah, I know that," Emma says as she looks to the street for a cab. That's when he slipped the letter into her bag. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Emma arrived at work, waiting for the fallout of the previous night, but it never came. She was told there's a meeting with marketing, and she was the last one to arrive. She rushed into the conference room and took a seat so they could finally begin. The marketing team was going over the troubles they had come across due to the texture of the margarine. Emma peeked at her boss to see if looked angry or like the usual. She really doesn't see a change in him, but they have yet to talk. She sighed and opened her bag to pull out some papers. An envelope caught her eye and she quietly opened it.

 Dearest Emma...

I behaved as an imbecile last night, animated in part by drink, in part by your beauty, and in part by my own foolish pride and for that, I am profoundly sorry. Please accept, as a gesture of apology for my bad form, a private dinner on the rooftop tonight at 8 O'Clock.

Yours truly, Killian

 Emma felt her cheeks blush as her thoughts were interrupted by her boss.

"Emma, dear, where are we on Farmer's Bounty?" Mr. Oz asked.

Emma turned to her boss and took a deep breath. "We are good. As you know, we found our spokesperson. The response room final showed a 98 in the top two boxes. His key female descriptors were handsome, romantic, and with some write-ins of "What a babe".

Mr. Oz sullenly replied with a simple, "Great."

As they ended the meeting and everyone went back to work, Mary Margaret was waiting for her. Emma handed her assistant her bag and rushed after Walsh to say her apologies.

"Mr. Oz, I mean Walsh, I just want to apologize for what happened last night," Emma said.

"I appreciate that," he simply said.

"So are we okay?" she asks, hopeful.

"Yes, we are. Now if you would excuse me, I have to make some calls. We will talk later," Walsh said as he walked to his office.

Meanwhile, Jefferson was losing his patience at the Hospital. He just wanted to get released so he could get home and get Killian back to his time. Out of pure desperation, he thought explaining the situation to his doctor would be enough, but Dr. Hyde wasn't as receptive as he had hoped.

"I didn't jump to my death. I fell because there was no elevator," Jefferson clarified.

Dr. Hyde nodded. "And you feel it's somehow your fault?"

"Well, it stands to reason that nature would correct itself since my great-great-grandfather isn't there to invent the elevator or spawn his seed," Jefferson added matter of factly.

"Both you and the elevator would cease to exist, but clearly do," the doctor said.

Jefferson shook his head. "I can see you are a very busy man and I hate to take up your valuable time. I'm not one of those people who need your attention. Would you please just sign my release papers?"

Dr. Hyde sighed. "I'm concerned you might be a danger to yourself. State law requires that I keep you here in such cases. I'm afraid I cannot in good conscience sign your release."

Jefferson tried to open the door while balancing on crutches.

Before he could open it, the door flew open. "Dr. Hyde, is there a problem?" a lovely woman asked.

"No Priscilla, everything is fine. Could you please assist Jefferson back to his room and ensure this prescription is filled?" Dr. Hyde said to his nurse.

"Jefferson, I'm going to prescribe a mild antipsychotic. Nothing too strong."

Wandering around in circles in Game of Thorns, David looked over his notes, nerves getting worse with each lap.

"Mary Margaret, did you want - no, Mary Margaret, would you like...uggh…"

He was never going to convince her to go on a date if he tried mumbling and bumbling through his invitation. He was already humiliated, and he wasn't even asking her yet!

Outside of the flower shop, he could see Killian handing a street musician some cash as he made a request. Just what the request was, David couldn't quite hear.

Well, he had enough of his own problems to deal with, in any case.

Killian then entered the shop, and David practically pounced on him. "Listen, Killian, about the things you wrote for me here, for Mary Margaret...Some if it seems kind of…"

"Did you pick your flowers?" Killian asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Oh. Yep. Right, uhhh...here," David said, grabbing the nearest arrangement. "Now, about this speech-"

"Oh no, this will not do," Killian said, concerned.

"What, the flowers?" David looked at them for the first time. They seemed pretty enough to him. Plenty of colors. They even smelled nice.

"The orange lily suggests extreme hatred. The begonia and lavender danger and suspicion, respectively. Every flower has a meaning." Glancing around him, Killian grasped an enormous (and to David, absurd-looking) flower and held it in front of David. "Might I suggest the amaryllis, which declares the recipient a most splendid beauty. Or-" Breaking off, Killian strode forward. "- the cabbage rose…"

Sighing, hoping Killian was right about all this, David followed.

Inside her office, Emma lifted a piece of paper that was accepting Killian's invitation.

The only problem?

She hadn't written it.

Grinding her teeth, trying to pretend she was angry at her assistant and not at the fact that she did want to accept Killian's offer, Emma called for Mary Margaret.

Almost immediately, Mary Margaret poked her head in the office. "Yes?"

"What is this?" asked Emma, waving the paper in the air.

"It's your agreement to having dinner with Killian," she responded, as though there was nothing unusual about it. "I made it up for you to sign."

"I hadn't decided if I was going!" Emma cried, slapping the letter on her desk. She knew she was overreacting, but the thought of a private dinner with Killian was making her so...so stupidly nervous.

Mary Margaret lifted her chin, and a bit of fire entered her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said in the strongest voice Emma had ever heard from her. "But that is the best apology in the history of mankind, and if you don't go with him, I know you will regret it! Please, just sign it, and we can fax it to him. There is still time."

Taken aback by her usually shy assistant's firm manner, Emma closed her eyes, bit her lip, and grabbed for her pen.

Inside Jefferson's apartment, Killian was cooking the meal for his dinner with Emma. To his relief and delight, he had received the fax confirming her presence.

Taking his eyes from the stove, while still being attentive to his work, Killian watched as David paced the room nervously with the telephone to his ear.

Suddenly, with a little start, David said, "Oh, hi Mary Margaret; it's me, David. I was calling to see if you got my flowers. I mean your flowers. I mean the ones I sent?" He paused for a breath, then said "Good!" to the reply. He then looked to Killian, voice stalling.

Killian gave him a smile and a nod. "You can do this, my friend."

Pressing onward, David continued. "I was wondering if you would like to go to a movie, and then...perhaps accompany me to dinner?" Waving his free hand, he rushed on, "I-I-I-I understand completely if you are otherwise engaged. But, uh, I just wanted to say, umm…" Stopping to consult his notes, a small furrow appeared in David's brow.

"Come on. No need to be ashamed. You can do the speech as written," Killian encouraged silently.

"I wanted to say you've made an impression on me. And...and it's not only because you are so pretty. I mean, you're very pretty, but it's more than that. It's, umm...You're graceful. You know, the way you move, and speak. You just have a way with words. And I really, really like you."

There was a very long pause, during which David looked terrified. Then, responding to what Mary Margaret had said, he mumbled, "Seven? Yes! Yes, seven would be great. Would be fantastic. See you then!"

He ended the call, then jumped straight up in the air victoriously. "I did it! I am going out with Mary Margaret!"

Killian chuckled as David did a small dance.

"I gotta go get ready!" David exclaimed.

Emma arrived home and she would deny it to anyone, but she was a little excited about the dinner date with Killian. She was about to go to her room to get ready when her brother came out of his room looking very handsome. He had a silly grin on his face that she had not seen in a while.

David smiled wide at his sister as he greeted her with a quick kiss on her cheek.

"You look very handsome David. I didn't know you were going out tonight."

"Yeah, I have plans. It was unplanned until earlier today."

"So is this a big date?" she asked.

"Yeah, Ems I really like this girl."

"Who is the lucky lady?"

"Uhm, if it goes well, I'll tell you tomorrow, but I just don't want to jinx it."

Emma nodded. "Okay, good luck, and for what it's worth, she is lucky to have your attention."

"Thanks, and I think you are supposed to say that cause you are my sister."

"Just stating facts, David. You don't give yourself enough credit. You are one of the good ones."

"Ems, so are you. Have fun tonight, okay?"

She smiled. "I will. Now go before you are late for the big date!"

Finally, in her room, she opened her closet. She ruffled through the hangers, trying to find the right outfit. Her eyes landed on a pale pink dress she purchased years ago, and it never felt right to wear until now.

The dress fit perfectly and it made her feel like a true princess. She put her hair in a high ponytail with very light makeup, just enough to heighten her looks. Why was she so nervous?

It was time to make her way up to the roof.

Emma opened the roof door slowly and was astonished at the display in front of her. There were fairy lights hanging, creating a magical environment, and a man was playing the violin. The table was set with candlelight, and she could see a wine bottle next to plates and the tray with the food. Her mouth opened at the effort Killian made to please her.

"This is beautiful! You didn't have to go to so much trouble," Emma said, biting her bottom lip.

"No trouble at all, lass," Killian confirmed as he met her to guide her to her seat.

"May I?" he asked as he grabbed the chair to pull it out for her.

She nodded, unable to speak. He looked handsome wearing his old-timey outfit. Perhaps the atmosphere he created made him appear as if he was the lead in a romantic novel.

Emma stared into the night for a moment. "My mom was a true romantic." She smiled fondly. "She cried for weeks after Prince Charles and Lady Di got married."

Killian furrowed his brows. "I'm not familiar with them."

"Oh, trust me, you wouldn't want to be. A cautionary tale, proof that you can't live a fairy tale," Emma said and added, "I'm not very good with men."

"Perhaps you haven't found the right one," he said hopefully.

"Maybe, True Love only exists in fairy tales."

"My brother told me I had become a blemish on the family name due to an indiscretion from my youth, and now he tries to marry me off every chance he gets. I would be married now if I hadn't followed Jefferson. I was to announce a bride that night."

"Who?"

He sighed. "I don't know, it didn't matter to him. I suppose the one with the most money. Our family fortune is gone, and all we have is the family name."

After they finished eating, Emma stood up to start cleaning.

"What are you doing?" Killian asked.

"Just cleaning up."

"The night is not over yet. Would you do me the honor of a dance? Please?" he asked as he extended his hand for her to take.

"I'm not a good dancer," she said as she took his hand.

"There's only one rule. Pick a partner who knows what he's doing." He winked, pulling her close to him as she rolled her eyes, and they started gliding.

"Smee always told me love is a leap. I was never ready to jump until I met you."

"Killian, this was lovely but I don't know if I can leap, even if I am inspired." The lightness she had felt while dancing with him was sinking into harsh reality. And she was afraid. "I'm not...not brave enough."

Then, in the next moment, he was quoting something to her, something beautiful and flowery and perfectly Killian, and she was kissing him, warmth spreading from her chest all the way to her toes.

The next morning, after a wonderful date with Mary Margaret, David woke to the sound of Killian cooking breakfast.

They exchanged hellos, each asking how the other's date went. According to Killian, his date had also gone well.

David was pleased, but something was nagging at him. Emma was so rarely happy these days. And it was great that Killian was helping her to take down her walls, but if things were to continue...well, he wanted to make sure Emma was with someone she could really trust.

"Look, Killian, I have to ask you…" David trailed off. "Who are you? I mean, really?"

Killian spread some jam on toast, seeming confused. "What do you mean?"

"It's been a lot of fun doing the duke act with you, but...Emma's been through a lot, and I don't want her to have to deal with even more."

Killian lifted his hand. "I understand, David."

"So...Who are you?"

With a deep breath, Killian said, "I am the man who loves your sister. Who would go to the end of the world, or time, for her."

And with that, David was reassured.

David showed Killian how to master the dishwasher after breakfast was made. Killian was still in awe of the technology of the time.

"Just make sure Emma sees you push the button. Whatever you do, don't press it until she is awake to see you do it."

"Oh, clever. The proverbial tree in the woods. If a man washes a dish and no one sees it...Did it happen?"

"Exactly!" David said, excitedly.

Emma then made her appearance. Her stomach growled at the delicious scent.

Killian's smile welcomed her. "Love, a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, thank you."

David watched the pair making eyes at each other and decided not to be a third wheel and made his escape. Perhaps he could call Mary Margaret to make more plans.

Killian got a plate ready for Emma as she took her seat.

"Nine-grain toast with strawberries and mascarpone, my lady."

"Yum, this is really good," she moaned as she took bite after bite.

He hadn't seen anything as beautiful in his life.

Emma took the last bite and turned to Killian with a smile. "What should we do today?"

"Your heart's desire," Killian simply answered.

Emma and Killian get dressed, independently of course. Killian Jones was always a gentleman, after all. They set out to explore the city together.

Killian stopped at a market table full of sunglasses.

Emma snorted. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no," she said as she took the glasses away from him, scrunched her face, and put them back on their display.

Killian looked so sad as he faced her.

"Make that face all you want, but those glasses were so inappropriate for you."

He quirked an eyebrow and they resumed their walk.

Killian gasped. "Emma, love. Emma, come!" he said excitedly as he pulled her toward a house.

"Killian, what are you doing?" she hissed.

He had gotten them inside the house; it appeared to be a museum of sorts.

"Bloody hell! This is where I lived. Good Lord. A portrait of my parents, my brother... and me." He pulled her up the stairs.

Emma looked at the portrait and gulped as she passed it. She still tried to find logic and deny what he told her was true. "Killian, I don't think that we should just be barging around here like that."

Killian held her hand as he pulled her all over the house before he stopped and stood in front of one of the rooms. He faced her with a smile. "Emma, this is my old quarters," he said as he walked to his hidden spot.

Emma looked around frantically. "What are you doing?"

He put pressure on a spot, then they heard a crackling sound. "Emma, this is the place where I put everything I most cared for. Things I didn't want Liam to touch. Like our mother's ring." He showed her a beautiful ring that he somehow knew its hiding place, and she hated to think what that truly meant for them, so she ignored the nagging pull in her heart.

Emma smiled. "Oh, it's breathtaking."

Later that evening, Emma and Killian finally end up cuddled on the sofa together after their day exploring the city.

Emma had her hand on his chest, playing with the hair there. She felt so comfortable in his arms. She sighed. "Do you..."

"Hmm, What would like to know, love?" he asked as he gently caressed her back.

She sighed and shifted in his embrace to see his face. "Do you miss where you're from?"

"Ah, I suppose I do in a way. There are things I miss, such as its rhythm."

"Is that slower like today?"

"Aye, quite a bit slower." He smiled.

She groaned. "That means that tomorrow is Sunday. I don't want it to be Sunday. What I do want is more of this." She snuggled closer to him.

He laughed heartily.

"Ooh, Monday is when we shoot your commercial so that's something exciting." She hummed comfortably from her cozy little bubble.

Not long after that, she drifted into sleep.

Killian kissed the top of her head and took out his mother's ring. He knew she had fallen asleep and it was now a lost moment. He picked her up and took her to bed, and tucked her in affectionately.

Emma said sleepily, "You're tucking me in."

"Aye."

"Huh, you're my Smee."

"Yes, I am Your Grace."

"Hey, hey, you don't have to... don't go upstairs. Stay."

He nodded and got in bed behind her, spooning her. He whispered, "I love you, Emma," in her ear before drifting off to sleep himself.

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