These are all from 2015 to 2017, but I thought I’d make a post with them all in one place. Enjoy!
Go to Sleep - Emma finds Killian and Hope in the nursery
Finding a Family - A Modern AU with Emma, Killian, and baby Henry
No Bath! - Little Liam doesn’t like baths
Complaining - Killian isn’t the best patient when he’s sick
Winning - Pirate Princess Emma and her Captain have a small competition
(Don’t) Know What I’m Getting Into - Role Reversal, Prince Killian/Pirate Emma
Won’t Let Go - Killian tries to carry Emma upstairs after a long day of work
The Pirate and the Books - Belle and Killian start their own book club
My Hero - Emma runs to her roommate Killian’s bed when she finds a spider in hers
Sharing a Name - Emma tells Killian why she wants to be Emma Jones
Forgotten Modernity - Killian is the one who goes to the Wish Realm in 6x10
Tiny Commands - A fluffy moment of Daddy!Killian with Hope
In My Dreams - Emma keeps seeing a certain blue-eyed man in her dreams
To a New Adventure - A Captain Swan proposal with a twist (CSJJ 2017)
What’s Missing? - A fun frenemies, Coffee Shop AU (CSSV 2017)
A Surprise Visit & Another Crisis - The group gets two surprise visitors from the future after returning from Neverland (Season 3A canon divergence, CSSS 2017)
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A/N: One shot based on this video about a little boy freaking out that he didn’t say “I love you” his dad and this video of a little girl trying not to cry. I watched them recently and thought this would be a great fic. Their old videos but still melts my heart every time I watch them.
Summary: Killian and Emma take turns staying home with their toddler. One day they thought they would record what it’s like when one of them leaves the house.
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Emma turned on Killians phones and pulled up the camera. She turned it show her husband. “Okay now all you have to do is press the red button to start and then press it again to stop.”
Killian nodded and took the device as Emma went to put on her jacket and shoes. He pressed the red button once Hope exited the kitchen.
“Alright little bean. Mamas gotta go to work.”
“Otay mama. Bye bye.” Hope waves as she walked over to Killian.
“Bye you be good today.”
“You be a good sparkle machine.”
Killian chuckled at that. When Emma preformed magic her hand would light up and sparkle, he could only assume that’s what Hope was referring to.
“Okay you be a good sparkle machine too.” Emma grabbed her keys and opened the door.
Hope points at Emma and states, “You You go to work and be a good sparkle machine at work.”
“That’s what I do. I’ll be extra good today.”
“Otay I be a good sparkle machine.”
“Okay baby, I love you.”
“Bye,” they called as Emma closed the door. Killian turns so his phone can see his daughters face.
“What are you duckling,” he asked and he watched his daughter expression quickly change. Her happy carefree smile rapidly changed to one of deep concern and heart break.
“I didn’t say I love you to Mama.” Hope start making her way to the front door. “Wait I love my mom.”
“I didn’t say I love you to my mom,” she repeated her voice become panic. She started running, opening the door she yelled for Emma as Killian followed her.
“Mama,” she yelled as she made her way to Emma’s bug.
“What?” Emma turned to see her daughter in tears. “What’s wrong baby?”
As Hope was enveloped in her mother’s arms she repeating, “I love you Mama. I love my mom. I love my mama.”
“O-okay baby but why are you crying?”
Hope sniffed and rubbed her eyes, “I-I didn’t say I love you and I love my mom.”
“Aw baby,” Emma gave her a squeeze and kissed her head, “it’s okay. I love you too.”
Emma looked up to see Killian stand back still recording this little interaction. Emma gave Hope one more squeeze before saying, “alright I gotta go so go back inside with Daddy.”
“Okay Bye mama,” Hope let go of her mother and slunk back to the house, “I love you.”
“I love you too. Bye babe.”
Killian waved “bye love. I love you.”
“Yeah and I love you too mama,” Hope chimed in one last time.
“Love you three,” Emma called back as she finally got in her car and they went back into the house.
Hope sniffled as she turned to her father.
“It’s sad when Mama leaves right, little duckling?”
“Yeah,” Hope nodded frown still on her face.
“Do you want Daddy to go to work instead?”
“Noooo,” Hope latched on to his leg, “Daddy stays.”
“Okay little duckling Daddy will stay home,” Killian chuckles as he stops the recording.
“Do you want Daddy to read a story?”
Hope nodded still latched onto his leg. They made their way to the couch were they settled down to continue reading Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone.
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Later Emma was sitting at the sheriffs station going through some paper work when her phone vibrated. Killian has sent her a video, a not so small part of her was proud of how far her pirate has come with using his talking phone. She opens it up to see they are at the pier but Hope is wearing an unusual frown.
She pressed play to see her daughters quivering lip and misty eyes. Her hand laying against her chest as she took a breath trying to calm herself down.
“What’s wrong little duckling,” She heard Killian ask from behind the camera.
Hope opened her mouth as if to say something but seemed to decided against it as she took a couple more deep breaths.
“Don’t cry, little love. Daddy’s here and we’re at the water, you love the water,” Killian tried to sooth his daughter. Hopes face scrunches up slightly and she lets out a small whine.
“Why are you sad?” Hope doesn’t respond and Killian try’s again, “When your sad Daddy’s sad. Tell me what’s wrong, little duckling.”
Hope held up her hand as if to stop her father from asking anymore questions. A single tear slid down her cheek as she took stuttering breaths.
Emma pouted, hating you see her daughter so upset but she couldn’t help but find the whole interaction adorable. Her phone vibrated again it was another video. Hope was now standing in front of Killian still misty eyed and wearing a sorrowful expression. Her phone vibrated again a text saying “just like her mama.” Emma quickly played the video.
“What do you want little love? What will make you happy again?”
“Uh some hot chocolate?”
“You want hot chocolate?”
“Yeah with cimanom.” Hope sniffled.
“Okay duckling.”
“And maybe a movie?”
“You want to watch a movie?”
Hope nodded, “Yeah.”
“What movie do you want to watch duckling?”
Hope raised her hands, “Maybe mamas movie.”
“You want to watch the swan movie and hot chocolate,” Killian asked making sure he understood his daughter.
“With cimamom. Yeah.”
“And that will make you happy?”
Hope tilted her head to the side, “Maybe yeah.”
“Alright little love we’ll go home and get you some hot chocolate and watch the swan movie.”
“Okay Daddy.” Hope sniffled once more before grabbing Killians hook and the video coming to a hault.
Emma’s heart was melting at her precious daughter simple requests. The same requests she makes after she’s had a rough day.
Half an hour later Emma received a picture of Hope curled up into Killians side, then another one of two mugs of hot chocolate with cinnamon on the coffee table while the Swan Princess played on the tv hanging above the fireplace. The text that followed read she was sad because last time she was at the water with her mama and daddy.
Emma finished work early that day. As she walked in the house she was welcomed by Hope running straight into her arms. As she picked up her daughter to move further into their home her only thought was how she would react to when Killian leaves tomorrow.
Can you believe this fic is almost over? The slow burn heats up a lot again in this chapter, but by the end, well . . . don’t hate me! *ducks and hides* And have you ever imagined Killian Jones doing the “cha cha slide”? No? Well, now you may not be able to forget it. You’re welcome. And this is the last time I have to say this (yay!), but Emma has amnesia and is going by the name Wendy.
Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook on her birthday.
Rating: T
Trigger warning: Alice Jones appears in this fic and Alice and Henry are both Killian’s adopted children with Milah. Henry isn’t Emma’s. Positive past Millian. No Neal.
Louder than the screams you hear; it’s like the sun came out.
“How do I look?”
Wendy spun around from where she was tying the blue ribbon into Alice’s blonde hair. Her throat went dry when she saw Killian standing before her in leather pants of all things. It was topped with a billowy black shirt and a red leather vest. He had his arms out at his sides, his brows arched.
“Well?”
Alice burst out laughing, and Killian’s face fell. Wendy bit her lip as she struggled not to laugh as well. His expression was just so crestfallen.
“Um. I thought you were supposed to be a pirate, not a rock star,” she finally told him.
His expression turned playful at her words, and a smirk played upon his lips as he sauntered towards her. “Well, love, I warned you I wasn’t going to be caught dead in a feathered cap and a permed wig.”
“I see,” Wendy replied, struggling to breathe at his close proximity. He’d left an awful lot of his buttons undone.
“And I’m wearing the hook you ladies bought for me,” he added, waving the plastic appendage before her face.
Wendy took a slightly wobbly step back. “Well, now that I see the full affect . . . it’s definitely more Johnny Depp than Captain Hook, but it’ll work.”
He made a dramatic bow and offered her his hand. “M’lady.”
“Daddy,” Alice giggled, “she’s s’posed to be afraid of you.”
“Oh no,” Killian argued, “the novel specifically says that Hook charmed Wendy.”
When he lifted her hand to his lips to press a kiss there, Wendy wasn’t thinking of the book at all. She was thinking that this Wendy was certainly charmed by this Hook.
“Well?” he prompted again with an arch of one brow.
She shrugged her shoulders and said coyly, “I suppose it will do.”
“You, on the other hand,” he told her, spreading her arms wide to take in the long, satin nightgown that hugged her curves, “are lovely.”
“I think the costume has gone to your dad’s head,” Wendy told Alice.
“I’m not flattering, love, it’s absolutely true.”
Wendy tilted her head, her cheeks blushing. Her curled ponytail bounced against her shoulder, and Killian reached out to twirl it around his fingers. Henry’s voice caused them to jump apart.
“Are the girls ready yet?” the boy whined.
“Yes,” Alice retorted saucily.
“Then let’s go.”
“Not yet,” said Wendy, snatching up the pile of makeup she and Alice had bought at the drugstore. She turned to Killian. “I have to do one more thing for your dad.”
“Yes. It completes the look.” Wendy grasped his chin in her hand and forced him to be still. She leaned closer with the eyeliner held steady in her other hand. Killian leaned away.
“You’re going to poke my eye out!”
“Don’t be such a baby! If you’d be still, I could do it. Now widen your eyes and look up.”
Killian tilted his head up, and Wendy yanked on his chin again.
“Just move your eyes, not your whole head.”
“Well, I’ve never worn makeup before, believe it or not.” He obeyed anyway.
Wendy narrowed her eyes as she carefully swiped the eyeliner across his upper lids. To do the lower ones, she had to cup his head and stretch the skin around his eyes with her thumb.
“There,” she breathed when she was done. She was so intent on examining her handiwork, that she kept her thumb resting against the top of his cheek, the rest of her fingers threaded into his hair.
“How does it look?”
She realized how close they were when his words came out hot against her skin. Her
gaze focused on the blue of his eyes instead of the eyeliner, and every thought fled her brain. Her hand stroked his cheek, and her thumb traced the scar below his right eye. They both moved closer, their noses brushing, and Killian sighed deeply as his eyes fluttered closed.
“We shouldn’t -”
“I know.”
“You could be married.”
“I’m not wearing a ring.”
“A boyfriend then.”
“I don’t care.”
A groan reverberated in the back of his throat as her lips brushed against his, and his fingers dug into her hip. She couldn’t tell who was trembling from the exquisite torture: her or Killian.
“Dad!” Henry’s irritated shout from downstairs made them leap apart. “What’s taking so long?”
Killian loosened his grip on Wendy and let his forehead collapse against hers. “Coming,” he called back, irritation lacing his voice.
Wendy couldn’t help it - she started to laugh. It came out as an inelegant snort and she dropped her head to Killian’s shoulder, partly from embarrassment, and partly because the laughter seemed to have taken over and she just couldn’t stop. Killian started to laugh too, and his fingers found their way back to her waist. He tried to grasp her with both hands, but the plastic hook impeded him.
“Stupid hook,” he muttered, and for some reason that made Wendy laugh even harder.
“Seriously, Dad!” Henry shouted again. “What are you two doing up there?”
The boy only succeeded in making the two adults in the guest bath fall into complete hysterics. Wendy rolled her eyes, and yanked Killian away from the sink by the lapel of his leather jacket. They came down the stairs, still laughing, and the kids looked at them in confusion.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” they said at the exact same time, and started laughing all over again.
“Grown ups,” Alice groaned with a shake of her head.
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The Storybrooke Town Hall was decorated in an explosion of pink and red crepe paper, glitter, hearts, and cupids. Henry rolled his eyes while Alice bounced in excitement.
“Oh my goodness, you all look adorable!”
Killian and Wendy turned around to find themselves face to face with Snow White and Prince Charming. Wendy blinked and shook her head at how perfectly suited Mary Margaret was to the roll with her flawless skin. She had a red ribbon tied in her dark hair and wore an exquisite dress exactly like the one in the movie.
“And you look amazing!” Wendy exclaimed, giving her friend a hug. “I’m sorry, Alice, but your dad and I might not be able to compete with these two.”
“Is that a real sword, David?” Henry asked.
David grinned as he pulled it from its scabbard. “Afraid not, it’s just plastic.”
“Why didn’t I get a sword?” Killian asked, giving first his daughter and then Emma an exaggerated pout.
“Pirates carry a cutlass,” Alice informed him primly, “and we didn’t have enough in the budget for a hook and a cutlass.”
“How old are you again?” Killian teased, tipping his daughter’s chin. “Thirty-five?”
Alice giggled, and Killian bopped her on the nose.
“Well, I’m manning the photo booth, and the four of you have to get yours made,” Mary Margaret told them motioning for them to follow her to the opposite wall where someone had hung a large white sheet for a backdrop. “Everyone who wants to enter the costume contest has to be photographed anyway for the judges.”
Killian shrugged at Wendy. “Is that okay?”
“Sure, why not?”
“You have to,” Alice insisted, “or you can’t win the prize.”
Wendy felt a little awkward standing with Killian and his kids like they were having a family portrait made, but she followed Mary Margaret dutifully to the x marked with tape on the floor. Several of the small town’s citizens eyed them as they walked past, some of them whispering, and Wendy felt her face grow hot under their scrutiny. Then Alice threw her skinny arms around her waist, Killian slung his arm around her shoulder, Henry leaned in, and Wendy let herself get lost in the fantasy that this really was her life.
“Say cupid!” Mary Margaret told them, and they repeated the word with wide smiles. The flash went off, and a sharp pain sliced across Wendy’s eyes. She stumbled backwards, and held her forehead as what felt like a thousand flashbulbs went off behind her closed eyes. She was remembering something, she was sure of it, but all she could grasp were voices.
“Over here! Look this way! Smile, look sexy, that’s it!”
Wendy shook her head, trying to rid herself of the voices. She remembered them making her feel exposed, insecure, and pressured . . . pressured for what? Pressured to be . . . to be . . . . they wanted her to be something, but she couldn’t remember what.
“Wendy,” Killian said gently, rubbing his hands soothingly up and down her arms. “Are you okay? Is it another headache?”
“Yeah,” she blinked, and the bright flashes faded away. The voices were muffled, and anything she was trying to remember dissipated like fog. “I . . . almost remembered something.”
“Okay. Was it good? Did it help?”
Wendy shook her head in frustration. “No, it didn’t make any sense.”
“It’s okay,” he soothed her, “don’t try and push it. It’ll come when you’re ready. Don’t try to force it.”
“Come sit down,” Mary Margaret told her, ushering her behind the photo booth table. David pulled out a chair for her and handed her a bottle of water. Wendy pressed it to her pounding temple.
“Thank you,” she told them all.
“Are you okay?” Henry asked worriedly. Alice picked up her hand and patted it the way she did her favorite white rabbit.
Wendy smiled up at the kids and squeezed Alice’s hand. “I’m fine, really. Why don’t you two go get some food?”
The kids looked up at their dad, and Killian nodded his approval. After they had scurried off, he kneeled next to Wendy and took the hand Alice had relinquished.
“How about you? Are you hungry?”
Killian looked so worried, that even though she wasn’t, she nodded. “I wouldn’t say no to one of those cupcakes I saw over there.”
She gave him a wobbly smile, and he gave her a hesitant one in return. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it before dashing off. He seemed to do it without thinking, but Wendy felt a tingle go down her arm at the simple gesture.
“You know, David, I could use a cupcake myself.” Mary Margaret told her husband.
David’s brow furrowed. “Really? Because I thought -”
“Don’t think, David, just get me a cupcake,” Mary Margaret cut him off with an arch of her brows.
“Ohh, right. I’ll, uh - be right back.”
Wendy laughed as he headed for the refreshment table and glanced up at Mary Margaret. “Real smooth.”
Mary Margaret shrugged. “Men are so dense sometimes.” She pulled a chair close to Wendy and sat down, taking both of Wendy’s hands in hers. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Wendy chewed on her lower lip. “There isn’t really anything to tell. Just like everything else, it’s so little, just bits and pieces. None of it makes sense.”
“How is your head now?”
“Better.”
“Okay, well, drink the water anyway. It can’t hurt to hydrate.”
“Yes mom,” Wendy teased with a smile before taking a drink.
When Killian got back, he insisted that Wendy not only eat her cupcake but also a small plate of cheese and crackers before he was satisfied that she was fine. He stayed right by her side, even though Wendy noticed several single women eying him with jealousy. He could be dancing with any number of them, but instead he was waiting to make sure her headache was gone.
Alice was on the dance floor with a group of girls from her school, and Wendy and Killian laughed at their silly antics. They also watched with fondness when Henry shyly shuffled up to a dark haired girl from his class.
“That’s Violet,” Killian informed her, “you met her at one of the farms I took you to.”
“Oh, I remember. She seems like a sweet girl.”
“She is, and Henry’s had a bit of a crush since school started,” Killian leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “but I don’t think I’m supposed to know about it.”
Henry didn’t ask the girl to dance, but he did pull his cell phone and some ear buds out of his pocket and say something to her. Violet nodded shyly, taking one of the ear buds and sticking it in her ear.
“Aw, they’re listening to a song together,” Wendy said, poking Killian in the side.
“Why? The DJs already playing music. Why the bloody hell didn’t he ask her to dance?”
“Oh come on, don’t sound like an old man. It’s sweet.”
Alice popped up seemingly out of nowhere with a huge grin on her face. “Did you hear the DJ? They’re about to do the cha-cha slide. You’ve got to come out here and do it!”
Alice grabbed both of their hands and pulled. Killian’s face immediately turned red.
“I don’t think that dance is really my style . . . “
“Oh come on,” Wendy teased, “the song tells you exactly what to do, Jones.”
“Please Daddy, please?”
“Well, I can never say no to that.”
Wendy and Killian followed the little girl onto the dance floor and lined up with other members of the town. The song started up, and the crowd cheered. “Everybody clap your hands!”
“Well, I can handle this, I guess,” Killian quipped, and Wendy laughed.
“To the left, take it back now, ya’ll.”
The crowd on the dance floor followed the song’s instructions, and Killian kept laughing as he looked over at Wendy. Alice cheered her father on, which was adorable.
“Hands on your knees, hands on your knees. Get funky with it!”
“Um, why is this so awkward?” Killian muttered.
“Probably because of those tight pants,” Wendy laughed.
“Come on, cha cha now ya’ll.”
“You girls have much better moves than I do.”
“Of course we do, Daddy!” Alice giggled.
“Wow, what a vote of confidence,” Killian said dryly.
Wendy’s cheeks ached from laughing so hard by the time the dance was over. The crowd cheered. Killian wiped his forehead in an exaggerated fashion.
“Come on, old man,” Wendy teased, “you not jiggy with it?”
Killian’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “Now who sounds old?”
“I have amnesia.”
“Oh, that’s your excuse.”
“Okay, all you lovers out there,” the DJ announced, “this one’s for you.”
The musical intro of a slow song began to play, and Killian turned to Wendy with a tender smile and an outstretched hand. “May I have this dance?”
“Ew gross,” Alice announced with a wrinkled nose, “I’m gonna go get another cupcake.”
Wendy laughed as she took Killian’s hand. He pulled her close and placed his plastic hook at her waist. They started to sway to the music.
“This hook makes slow dancing a little awkward. I’d much rather feel something with my left hand -” he stuttered to a stop, his face turning bright red. “I mean, I didn’t - that . . . I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
Wendy laughed and shook her head. “I know what you meant.”
“Good.”
Wendy tilted her head as she took in his pink tinged cheeks. She relinquished his hand and rested hers on his shoulder, then she slid both arms around his neck. Killian’s other hand fell to her waist.
“Is this better?” she asked.
“Much better.”
They both fell silent as the words to the song washed over them. “There’s a ghost upon the moor tonight. Now it’s in our house. When you walked into the room just then, it’s like the sun came out.”
Wendy couldn’t seem to look away from the deep pools of his blue eyes, and Killian’s arms wrapped tighter around her. His face bent closer, inch by agonizing inch, until their noses were brushing and their breaths mingled. The music around them swelled in intensity.
“And the day is clear. My voice is just a whisper louder than the screams you hear. It’s
like the sun came out.”
“Killian,” she whispered, her voice breaking as her eyes fluttered closed. His lips brushed hesitantly over hers, and she melted against him.
“Emma, thank God we found you!”
Wendy’s head spun with confusion, as one moment she was awaiting Killian’s lips being pressed against hers, and the next a no-nonsense brunette was pulling her away from him. The woman narrowed her eyes as she clasped Wendy by both elbows and gave her a tiny shake.
“Emma, it’s me, Regina.”
“Emma!” another voice cried out, and before Wendy could process anything else, a man
was crushing her to him in an embrace.
“Wait,” Killian spoke up, “who the hell are you?”
“I’m her fiance,” the sandy-haired man snapped, “the better question is who are you?”
“She doesn’t have a ring.”
Wendy, still confused, looked down at her bare ring finger. “I don’t have a ring.” All around them, there were whispers from the other townspeople. The music still played, but no one was dancing anymore.
“Well, we hadn’t gotten around to that part yet,” the man - her fiance? - grumbled.
Wendy looked dazedly up at Killian. Mary Margaret and David were just behind him. Alice had come up and put her arms around him. Henry was on his other side.
“My . . . my name is Emma. Emma Swan.”
Killian searched her face as his lips ticked up just a bit in one corner. “Swan. Emma Swan.”
“Yes, Emma Swan,” the brunette snapped, “we’ve established that’s her name, and I’m Regina Mills, her agent. Emma, we’ve got to get you back to New York. This solo album won’t happen if you don’t get back to the studio. Not to mention the interviews I’ve got lined up.”
Killian blinked rapidly. “Agent? Solo album?”
“That’s right. She’s Emma Swan, singer and rhythm guitarist for the band Wendy Sewed it On.” It was Zelena, smirking behind Regina Mills, with Sheriff Graham at her side. She shoved a magazine in Killian’s face. Killian scanned it, then looked up in shock at Emma.
“Violet said she thought you looked familiar,” he said softly.
“We found your car Ms. Swan,” Sheriff Graham spoke up, “it’s totalled, but we have your luggage, your purse, and your phone down at the station.
“So come on, Emma,” Regina insisted.
“Let’s go home Emma,” Walsh said slowly to her, as if she were a child.
Emma shook her head and backed away from both of them. “Wait - just a minute. I . . . I have to say goodbye.”
Tears gathered in her eyes as she turned to Killian and the kids. She smiled as she reached for Killian’s hand. It still held the magazine, but he let it flutter to the floor when she took his hand.
“This is my life I guess,” she told him.
He searched her face, lines furrowing his brow. “You remember?”
A single tear slipped down her face, but she forced nonchalance as she half-shrugged. “I remember my name finally. I guess the rest will come.”
He glanced hesitantly over her shoulder at Regina and Walsh, then he leaned closer and lowered his voice. “You know you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you need to.”
“Don’t go!” Alice cried out, flinging herself at Emma and wrapping her arms around her waist. Emma bent down and kissed the top of the girl’s head.
“I’ll miss you all, and you’ve been so kind to me, but . . . maybe if I go home, I’ll remember my life. I have to try.”
Killian’s shoulders sagged as he nodded slowly. “I understand.” He stepped closer and cupped her cheek. “Your heart’s desire - that’s all I want for you.”
Emma reached up and clasped his hand in hers, then reached forward and brushed a
chaste kiss to his cheek.
“I’ll think about you,” Emma choked, “all of you, everyday.”
Killian forced a smile, tears welling up in his blue eyes. “Good.” Then he forced a wink, and Emma choked on a half sob, half laugh.
“Goodbye,” she whispered, then let Regina and Walsh - who still felt like strangers - usher her quickly from the room.
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This is a little fanart I would like to dedicate to @teamhook who messaged me and reminded me that there are still people who enjoy my fanart out there. Hope you like it, Alma! <3
Tagging a few lovelies who might like this: @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @resident-of-storybrooke @doodlelolly0910 @darkcolinodonorgasm @effulgentcolors @xemmaloveskillianx @hookedonapirate @courtorderedcake @ilovemesomekillianjones @kymbersmith-90 @cocohook38 @winterbaby89
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Daddy!Killian wants to also become daddy!Killian. Lol I don’t know but I’ve stopped using that tag on parent!Killian things ever since I realized its dual meaning just to be clearer.
@resident-of-storybrooke have you ever considered this idea because I’m up for it any time
“You think you can handle me? Me? Scourge of the seventeen seas and several sizable lakes? Perhaps instead I will take your ship and your crew to the depths with me!” He lunged dramatically, catching her practice blade under one arm with a cry.
“You’ve bested me, starfish, but how will you defeat…. my loyal pet kraken!”
