A/N: I have had some wonderful followers recently celebrating birthdays, but was actually asked for a birthday fic from one of them today. Their suggestion was that Emma have a birthday where she now has people in her life to celebrate with, and just that concept sparked this fic. Iâm sure a thousand of these have been written before, but this is my take, and I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for reading!
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âCan I get you anything else, Emma?â Granny asked, slipping the same order Emma always asked for up on the metal hanger, where it would remain until her grilled cheese, onion rings, and side salad were ready. Emma was fully ready to turn her down, until she noticed in the case where pie usually resided that there were cupcakes today.
âAre those vanilla?â Emma asked, knowing that the last time sheâd had a cupcake like that sheâd been a different person. It was the night of her birthday all those years ago, when Henry found her in Boston. Granny looked a little stricken at Emmaâs question.
âThey are, but theyâre actually already spoken for. But the cake for your birthday is in the back fridge, and itâll be perfect at the party. â Emma shook her head, trying to dispel the yearning for a cupcake and the memory of that lonely night away as she did so. This year sheâd have people she loved beside her, as she had for the past few years, and that truth eased the pain of her past away.
âIâm sure itâll be great.â Emma waited patiently for her food, and went through the rest of her walk to the station greeted by every person in town with a âhappy birthday.â It was happy - Emma was happy - but it was also a lot. Her parents, being royalty, loved themselves a party. It took some getting used to, even though Emma far preferred it to her life without a family. An entire block of the main street was currently being organized to hold the festivities, and Snow White had spared no expense or burst of imagination.
âWow,â Emma said standing at the wooden police barricade that was placed to block traffic. She said the words to no one, but received an answer all the same. It came from her father, who stood beside her with a smile and his arms crossed over his chest.
âShe means well, but Iâm afraid you telling her she could âmake up for lost timeâ laid down a challenge that she readily accepted.â Emma looked at her mother, carrying Neal in her arms while she ordered people to hang lights and streamers and everything imaginable in an intricate design.
âYeah, that was a rookie mistake on my part.â Emma still smiled though. Tonight would be fun if she just gave it a chance and since trouble had avoided Storybrooke for a few weeks, she planned to let her hair down a bit and really enjoy. Maybe sheâd even get lucky and get to share a dance with her favorite guys. Henry was adorable when trying to learn the steps and Killian⌠well Killian made something she normally disliked sensual and compelling and magical each and every time she stepped into his arms while music played.
âYou know sheâs not alone in all of this. Henry and Killian have been helping just as much in the planning as anyone.â Emma knew that to be true. Henry had been carrying around a notepad with ideas, and the two of them were all whispers when alone in the house together this past week. It only added to Emmaâs eagerness to see how everything tuned out. The people she cared about had put time and thought and love into today for her. That was all sheâd ever wanted.
âI kind of figured that out too.â Emma expected more comments from her Dad, but he stayed quiet until she looked over at him and found him gazing at her with a sad sort of smile that didnât reach his eyes.
âWe missed a lot of these.â Emma shrugged, trying to play it off as something that didnât still hurt all these years later.
âYou didnât mean to.â
âWill it help at all if I promise we wonât miss anymore?â Emma nodded, letting her Dadâs arms envelop her in a hug. Her throat tightened with emotion, but she battled back any tears before they made an unwanted appearance.
âYeah, that helps.â
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Hours later, just a few minutes before midnight, Emma and Killian finally slunk back into their house. Henry was staying with Regina tonight, which was fine for Emma. Sheâd had a lovely time tonight, really she couldnât remember the last time sheâd laughed as hard or danced as much, but coming home to quiet and relaxation felt good too. Killianâs hand in hers was all the warmth she needed right now after such a pleasant evening.
âI know youâre likely tired love, but your present still awaits.â Emma shot a questioning look to Killian.
âYou know, when you told me there was a present waiting for me at home, I assumed that you meant in bed.â Killian scoffed with feigned offense.
âWhat would ever make you think that, Swan?â Emma laughed.
âI donât know â maybe the hundreds of other times youâve claimed to have a surprise or a treat or a present for me and how theyâve always ended up there.â Killian grinned before kissing her softly.
âNothingâs saying that we wonât end up in bed my love, but the gift itself lies in this very kitchen.â Killianâs hand left hers as he moved to the fridge and pulled out a plain white box with a green ribbon. âGo on, love. Take a look.â
Emmaâs fingertips pulled at the delicate jade ties, releasing the bow easily and then pulled the cover of the pastry box open. When she saw what was inside she gasped, There were the twelve cupcakes from Grannyâs staring back at her, all pristine with their swirls of frosting.
âBut how did youâŚ?â Emma felt tears stinging at her eyes, as Killian ran his thumb over her cheek.
âI did my homework. Asked Henry if he had any memories of your first birthday together. All he could recall was your sarcastic wit, and the cupcake you never got to eat.â Emma shakily removed one of the cupcakes from the fray, only to reveal a folded up piece of pink paper. She looked at Killian with a question in her eyes again, but he silently urged her on. Emma read the curved, feminine script and covered her mouth.
My wish for my beautiful daughter is that she stays just as fierce and brave and wonderful as she is today. I love you, Emma â Mom.
âThereâs one in there from all of us. Your parents, Henry ââ
âYou?â Emma asked through the happy tears and Killian nodded.
âAye, love, thereâs some words from your doting pirate.â Emma laughed, as one by one she read the little notes. Two cupcakes, though, didnât have any paper underneath them, and Killianâs note was nowhere to be found.
âI think Iâve been denied a part of my present,â Emma said trying for severity, but only sounding weepy and joyful.
âYou can know my wish after you make one of your own. You come first, Emma, always.â Emma hiccupped a bit with the tears that kept coming, but she ignored it, kissing Killian fiercely before he could do anything else. When she pulled back, he brought an exact replica of the blue star candle sheâd used that night to make her wish from itâs hiding place in on of the kitchen drawers. Lighting it quickly and placing it in her cupcake, Killian ran his hand over Emmaâs knuckles with a soft caress.
âGo on love, make a wish.â Emma shook her head, intertwining her fingers with his.
âI donât have anything else in the whole world that I want or need.â Killian smiled at that, clearly glad for her happiness. He then extended to her his note that she eagerly unfurled and read.
My wish for you, Swan, is that you will never know a moment where you donât feel safe and loved and like youâre enough. You are everything, the best part of my world and I want every good thing for you, for this day, and all the days of your life. - K
Emma looked back up into his eyes and saw the same patient but passionate love that was always there. He saw her and loved her and would always do whatever it took to make her happy. He made her a better and braver person and lit up her life just as much as he claimed that she illuminated his. In that moment, Emma knew she wanted to see that smile and this look in his cerulean eyes every day for the rest of her life.
âI changed my mind, about the wish. I want you to marry me.â Killian was struck speechless and Emma took the chance to turn in his embrace and put her arms around his neck, continuing on with her hope. âI want us to always find each other, and to never spend another day without you by my side. I want us to get our happily ever after, and I want fifty â no sixty more birthdays just like this with you.â
âYou havenât blown out your candle, love.â Killian said with a smile and Emma did, still eager for his answer. She tore her eyes away for only a moment but when they returned, Killian pulled a ring from his pocket that glimmered in the darkness. It didnât hold a candle to his eyes though.
âI may not have magic, Emma, but I do have love for you that will stand the test of time and space. As for the rest of it, I will walk this world and all others by your side, Emma, as long as youâll have me.â He slipped the ring on her finger and Emma smiled once more.
âForever. I want you forever.â
âForever it is then.â As Killian whisked her off to bed, Emma thought again about the wish sheâd made years ago â the one for people to love her and to share in such a day with her. Technically, that wish came true, but with it, came a wonderful life sheâd never even dared to dream of.
Post-Note: My wish (haha, see what I did there) is that you all liked the story, and that this little fic has done justice to my readerâs hopes. Itâs been a feels fest writing this, but in the best way. I only hope the show someday gives us another birthday scene for Emma. Thank you all again for reading!
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Best of My Love (The Captain Swan Mixtape) Part 52/?
Part 52 in a series of oneshots inspired by various songs. Â Also onFanfiction here.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,Part 11, Part 12,Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45, Part 46, Part 47, Part 48, Part 49, Part 50, Part 51
A/N: Cute little fluffy moment with Emma and Killian in a happy, post 5-B place. Itâs just them getting ready in the morning, making breakfast and coffee and getting ready for another day. That cuteness of course evolves into a proposal, because I NEED IT. I donât care if we just got the true love status, I am greedy, and I write to feed the beast within me. Inspired by âBest of My Loveâ by the Emotions.
Morning people â that is what Emma and Killian had become in the weeks since all of the Underworld craziness, and Emma couldnât really make out how. For years, it had taken three cups of coffee and a whole heck of a lot of will power to greet the day. Now, though, she was waking up every morning to a smiling Killian, usually bestowing a special sort of inducement for her to wake up. Okay, so maybe she knew why she was a morning person now. It was the fact that she was waking up next to her true love every day and he was fantastic at rewarding her newfound early bird tendencies.
Said rewards, lovely and brilliant as they were though, meant that she had to rush through some of her older morning routines. Like now, when she was hurrying through a shower so sheâd make her shift at the station on time. In a flurry of motion, she managed to get changed, and throw her hair back in a hair tie, but the rush was less about being punctual, and more about what would be waiting for her downstairs. Barreling into the kitchen, she found the happy sight that was becoming the new normal.
âEggs today, love?â Killian asked as he worked over the stove to make breakfast, and Emma came around to hug him from behind, nodding into his back with a smile.
âYes, please. Coffee?â
âAlready âon the pot.ââ Emma laughed at that and kissed him on the cheek, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet and making their coffee just so. Killian, unsurprisingly from years on the ocean, took his black, while Emma lightened hers, giving it a little sweetness. While he prepped their plates and she brought their coffee, the radio played in the background, a classic song from the disco era, a serious change from their usual fare, but somehow fitting and perfect for the aura of light and love in their own private little bubble.
âBusy day ahead?â He asked as he pulled out her seat for her and tucked it back in when she was seated. The gentlemanly gesture had her heart fluttering as he took his own seat beside her.
âHope not. Busy usually means trouble, and Iâve given up on trouble.â Killianâs laughter as he raised his coffee to his lips sent that same hum of joy coursing through Emma as she indulged in her own drink. These quiet moments were what sheâd been hoping and praying for during their separation. Now they had them, and they were even better than she could have imagined.
âTrouble will be back again, love, but rest assured weâll weather the storm.â She reached out and put her hand just above his hook, rubbing her thumb across it lightly. She loved that this man who for centuries had been like her, closed off and hurting, an enemy of love by all standards, was now the optimist. He had faith and was choosing love, just like she was. Maybe it was sappy to think so highly of that, but she didnât care. Everyone she loved was safe and happy and whole. Sheâd see Henry after his night at Reginaâs very soon, see her father and likely her mother and brother at the station and was with Killian now. She had her family, and through them, she had a firm belief in herself.
âYeah, youâre probably right. But until then, we can pretend right?â He nodded, brushing a gentle kiss across her lips.
âAye, love, if thatâs what youâd like.â Emma smiled at his eagerness to make her happy. They finished eating, and both got up to clean away their plates when Emma realized, that there was no point in waiting. Sheâd been wanting to talk to Killian about a next step for a while now, and here, now, in one of their little moments, seemed as right a time as any.
âI was also thinking of something else we could do in this new found peace.â She was delivering this next part so subtly she wasnât surprised that Killian seemed unfazed. Â âI was thinking you should marry me.â The plate Killian had been carrying to the sink, crashed a little harder than heâd likely intended as he dropped it with a clang. Turning swiftly, Killian looked at Emma to see if she was serious.
âCome again, love?â
âMarry me, Killian. Because you donât just make me happy, you make everything else in my life make sense. Youâve opened me up, and honestly, I just want to shout it from the rooftops that youâre mine and Iâm yours.â The smile that came to his face was one sheâd only seen the likes of a few times before, but it still took her breath away. There was no aura of mystery around this, clearly he was in favor of the idea, but still he surprised her, moving towards her for only a brief kiss before removing himself and stepping into the living room. âReally? Youâre going to leave me hanging after that?â
âPatience, love.â When he returned he was carrying with him a small black box, and suddenly it occurred to Emma that by asking him this way, sheâd almost denied herself the scene that was unfolding before her. Bending down on one knee, Killian opened the ring box up to reveal a gorgeous piece with a beautiful yellow diamond in the middle. It was spectacular and worthy of a pirate captain and his princess.
âEmma, in typical fashion, you have moved me to action. When we met, I was nothing more than a man with a mission, one of darkness and anger and vengeance. For years I roamed the world, believing that there could never be another chance at love in my life. Then you came, and you turned the world upside down, leaving only beauty in its wake. I love you more than anything. In your smile, in your laughter, and in your arms I find my home. You are the best part of me, and what I offer you now is the best of my love in return. Emma Swan, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?â
Tears stung in her eyes, unshed but inevitable as Emma nodded. The way her throat was closed with emotion made her âyesâ sound shaky and squeaky at the same time but it was enough. In a moment he was on his feet, standing before her putting that ring on her finger and pulling her in for a kiss so surreal, and so magnificent, Emma couldnât help but lose herself completely. When finally they parted, breathing heavy, smiles plastered to their faces, foreheads touching so as not to move away from each other, Emma spoke once more.
âHow long have you been carrying this question around?â The teasing she was able to muster was impressive, for she was still awash in excitement and a new surging of lust.
âThe ring Iâve had since we faced the Queens of Darkness. The question, Iâve been carrying since Neverland.â Emmaâs heart thudded at the admission and wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, trying to ground herself in the moment. She closed her eyes and expelled a breath.
âThank you.â She could feel his brow furrow against hers in confusion, not needing to open her eyes to see his impending question.
âFor what, love?â
âFor waiting me out. For standing by me, even when I pushed away and tried to run. Weâre only here because you had hope, and because you were brave.â His hand came to cup her cheek as he pulled back. She opened her eyes and saw in his cerulean depths that what he was about to say was sincere.
âIf I was brave, itâs only because you made me that way. Itâs only because with you I could dare to dream of a life worth living. Now, though, itâs you who is the brave one love.â She kissed him once more.
âMaybe we can both be brave.â He nodded and took her hand in his. âBesides, weâre about to see my parents, and telling them the good news is going to require bravery.â Emma expected a comment, or a look or something to give away a sense of worry from Killian, but none came.
âDonât fret, love, I told them both and Henry my intentions the day I returned. Theyâve all actually been wondering what the hold up is.â Emma gaped at him, shocked that this was the case. As she came to terms with the news, Killian grabbed their jackets, helping Emma put hers on as they got ready for their walk to the station.
âThey know?!â
âAye, love.â
âSo why did you wait so long?â She asked now staring into the beauty of a picturesque Storybrooke day.
âI was looking for my moment, and you gave me a perfect one.â She scoffed at that, until Killianâs hand on hers tightened. She looked up to his profile as he maneuvered their way through the Storybrooke streets. âI once told your father that anything that happened between us would be just as much up to you as it was to me. That was true, even for a proposal. I wanted you all in, Emma, and you are.â
âYeah I am. No getting rid of me now, Captain.â He pulled her close and kissed the crown of her head.
âI wouldnât dream of it, Swan.â
Telling her family that they were engaged went exactly as sheâd expected. There were happy tears from her mother, a feigned gruffness that quickly melted into acceptance from her father, and a boyish excitement from Henry.
âShe totally ruined it didnât she?â Henry asked in jest when they made the announcement.
âHey!â Emma replied shoving lightly at her sons arm.
âJust kidding. Iâm happy for you guys, youâve been through enough for five true love stories. I think youâve earned this.â Emma smiled, her eyes getting a little misty herself at her sons wonderful open heart to extending their family.
âI rather agree with you, lad,â Killian said.
âThe bail bonds person and the pirate. Doesnât really have the best ring to it, does it?â Regina asked, inciting Snow to roll her eyes.
âFor goodness sake, sheâs a princess, as you well know. And I happen to know many a happy ending that began with a pirate and a princess.â Emma didnât push that there couldnât really be that many of them, instead she listened to the quiet whisper Killian spared only for her.
âThat may be, but ours is the best.â Emma smiled and whispered back.
âDamn right.â The flash of surprise and heat in his gaze at her curse had Emma smiling once more. âHold that thought for another quiet moment.â And he did indeed, making the most of that happy tension between them later when they were once again alone and free to just be.
Trouble did eventually come knocking again, but when it did, Emma and Killian faced it as partners. They never again let the threat of darkness keep them from living in the now, and they didnât let fear overrule the dreams they had for their lives together. They brought out the best in each other to make a wonderful life, worthy of any happily ever after.
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ.
Doesn't take much to make me happy
And make me smile with glee
Never, never will I feel discouraged
'Cause our love's no mystery
Demonstrating love and affection
That you give so openly, yeah
I like the way ya make me feel about you, baby
Want the whole wide world to see
Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you've got the best of my love
Going in and out of changes
The kind that come around each day
My life has a better meaning
Love has kissed me in a beautiful way
My love, my love, my love, my love
Ooh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you've got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you've got the best of my love
Whoa whoa, you've got the best of my love
Demonstrating sweet love and affection
That you give so openly, yeah
The way I feel about ya, baby can't explain it
Want the whole wide world to see
Oh, but in my heart, you're all I need
You for me, me for you
Oh, it's growin' every day, ooh
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh
You've got the best of my love
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh
You've got the best of my love
Oh, givin' you the best of my love
Oh, givin' you the best of my love
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh
You've got the best of my love
Oh, oh oh oh oh oh
You've got the best of my love
Oh, givin' you the best of my love
Oh, givin' you the best of my love
Post-Note: Two stories in one day? Absolutely. I finished another story (Hope Springs) today, and in the aftermath of writing itâs epilogue, I needed another outlet for some CS proposal fluff. I have loved this song since I was a really little kid, as my mom is a big disco and classic R&B fan, and have been waiting to find a way to incorporate it into the mixtape for sometime. Hope you guys enjoyed, and as always, thanks for reading!
Part 43 in a series of oneshots inspired by various songs. Â Also onFanfiction here.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,Part 11, Part 12,Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33, Part 34, Part 35, Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41, Part 42
A/N: Emma has been off since coming back from the Underworld, despite things going so well. She and Killian are engaged, but thereâs this swirling ball of energy inside of her thatâs affecting her moods and her peace of mind. When Emma finally realizes the culprit â a pregnancy wherein the child is a product of true love, she and Killian are both excited if a little worried. One thing that helps keep Emmaâs emotions in check, strangely enough, is dancing with her soon to be husband as Adele croons in the background. Inspired by the âLove songâ cover Adele put out a few years back.
The rush of happiness that came after escaping the Underworld should have lasted longer than it did, yet here they were, less than six weeks later and Emma was⌠well she was a mess if she was being honest with herself. All day long, on an endless loop, she had Adele songs singing through her mind. The sorrow and the longing in the words and her tone were pulling at Emma, who felt restless and unsettled even through the happiness.
Theyâd all made it out alive, made it back from death itself and the relationships she had with her parents, with her son and with Killian were stronger. The latter especially was going remarkably well. There was no more doubt, no more wondering what the other wouldnât give to see them safe and together. They also had the proof of what Emma had long known in her heart â that she and Killian were true love. When theyâd made it back to Storybrooke, it had taken less than a day for them to come to an understanding that they wanted forever, and they wanted it together. Killian had proposed, Emma had a ring, and life was pretty damn near perfect.
Still this strange swirling of emotions resided deep within and she couldnât understand it. One second she was so happy, the next she was fighting back tears. As someone who had never been particularly open with emotions, it was a nightmare; still try as she might, there were moments when she couldnât quash down the urges to cave to the madness.
Take right now for instance. She was sitting at the station, just going over some normal backlog paper work when all of a sudden sheâd had this insatiable need for chocolate. With her magic, sheâd summoned some to her and she was sitting here, consuming a crazy amount given that it wasnât even ten in the morning. Something was happening, something she couldnât understand.
Perhaps it was a symptom of coming back to life, yet everyone else seemed to be adjusting with no problems. It was that fact, and that alone that kept Emma hiding this part of herself as best she could, though Killian especially could see right through her.
âEmma, love, what can I do?â Heâd asked her just last night as theyâd lain together in bed. She was wrapped up in his arms, feeling all the love and light that resided between them and suddenly a wave of anxiety had hit her. Sheâd tensed only slightly, and that was all the tell heâd needed.
âI donât know. All I know is I need you with me.â Her words still rang true, and Emma knew that they always would. Still, right now, she also needed chocolate, more chocolate than any one person should consume.
âEmma?!â Her motherâs voice pulled her from her reverie and she looked up to see both of her parents with worried looks and curious glances.
âI donât know whatâs happening.â Her voice cracked as she said the words, but in her mind she heard her own voice chastising her.
Yes you do, Emma. Think. So she did, and finally it dawned on her. She was alive again, yet not all of her living⌠conditions had returned. She was beyond late, and that had to mean one thing.
âI have to go. Iâm fine. Actually, Iâm better than fine.â She left then, not waiting for her parentâs responses, having only one thing on her mind â she needed to find Killian. In the end, she didnât need to go far, for her was walking towards the station, clearly on his way to see her.
âEmma, love, whatâs happened?â She looked at him, wanting to gauge every last reaction that would cross his mind when she told him.
âIâm pregnant.â Whatever sheâd expected, this was better, for in his eyes there was nothing but wonder and joy and hope. Before he could speak, she smiled at him and then kissed him fiercely, pouring all her own emotions about the new development into the exchange. She needed him to understand that even though it was sudden, and perhaps a little too soon, she was happy even if she was afraid. This was a good thing, and no matter what came next, she would always see a child with Killian that way.
âYouâre sure?â Emma nodded, running her hands across the lapels of his jacket.
âI havenât taken a test or anything, but I know. Iâm certain.â His smile was infectious, his hold around her waist tightening and he was practically radiating elation. Another wave of something crashed over Emma, though this time it was lust. She wanted privacy and she wanted it now. With a poof of magic, she had them back in the house and Emma was certain they were alone.
âI think this calls for celebration.â She said as she ran her fingers across his jaw. His eyes filled with their own heat and yearning instantly, but as he was about to pull her to him she flicked her wrist and music sounded through the house.
âI know itâs weird, but Iâve had the urge to do this for weeks, and I need you to just go with it.â When Killian understood that she meant to dance with him, here in the living room of their home, he smiled once more and extended his hand to her.
âAnything you want I will give you, Emma. All you have to do is ask.â
âAlright. Care to dance, Captain?â He growled and pulled to him and Emma laughed as one of Adeleâs happier songs swam through the speakers, lulling any lingering unrest in her back to whence it came.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
I'll always love you
Cause I love you
âAnother, my dearest?â Emma smiled at the endearment that had cropped up since sheâd said yes to his proposal, but she shook her head.
âNo, now we get to the actual celebration.â She pulled him with her, up the stairs to the bedroom where they made a little more magic.
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
A few months later, things were still chugging along in pregnancy land, often in ways Emma didnât anticipate. See, unlike her mother, who seemed more than capable of carrying babies to term without strange occurrences, Emmaâs own magic was being effected by the currents of the child growing inside her. Regina and Emma had figured out some necessary safe guard spells to control most of the outbursts, but sometimes the manifestations of Emmaâs current state werenât spell-based.
âKillian, Iâm not kidding. Lose the clothes or I wonât be held responsible for my actions.â Killianâs low rumble of a laugh hit her ears and only riled the lust coursing through her more. He was being so great, really, considering that not a day would pass without Emma morphing into this wanton creature fixated on sex at inopportune times. Still, despite the fact that they were currently in the back storage room of the station, Killian heeded her request.
âAs you wish, love.â She groaned at the words before pulling her closer to him, insisting that they be as close together as possible. She needed the feel of him, hard and strong against her, and though she knew Killian would never give her the same level of raw, unchecked passion as he had before finding she was pregnant, she knew his more aware, reigned in ministrations would still set her on fire.
âOkay, your turn.â
âMy turn?â He asked with an arch brow and some humor in his tone. Â
âTo take the lead.â He laughed as he spun her around in his arms, and pulled her back against him, keeping her legs wide. His hook held her hip in place while his hand moved around her front, now only having her panties to contend with on the road to pleasing her. His fingers deftly moved past them, and honed in on her waiting clit.
âI think we both know by now, that you never let me take charge too long, Swan. For soon the begging will start, as will those high-pitched pleas for more and though you might think itâs I who has the power, I am entirely at your mercy.â Emma was panting, feeling the dual turn on of his masterful hands and his words. They held the promise of incredible release, while still reassuring her that by letting go she wasnât losing all control, only lending it temporarily.
When he sensed that she was just about to come, Killian pulled back, relocating them to the old wooden deck at the side of the room, keeping her on the edge, and spreading her legs wider, he looked at her and grinned before kissing her, slow and languid. It was a kiss built for teasing and it had Emma clawing at him for more.
âKillian,â Emmaâs voice was too charged, too convoluted with emotion to sound truly like her own, but Killian broke away, knowing what she needed. He knelt between her legs and with his mouth, finished what his fingers had started. Emma tried to muffle the sound with her hand, but finally realized there was no shot in hell, instead opting for a last minute spell to keep anyone outside of this room from hearing. With it in place, she gave over to the sensations, pulling at his hair as she begged until heâd given her that oh so brilliant release. As she huffed out her breath, trying to regain her balance, Killian took his time returning to her, and ran his hand across her abdomen that was now certainly beginning to show.
âI will never be able to thank you for the gift youâre bringing us Emma. I will love this child with everything that I am, for they are a part of you.â His whispered confession should have pulled Emma out of her intense longing, but it only kicked it up further. Still, she ran her fingers across his jaw, pulling his eyes to hers before responding.
âWeâre going to have a bunch of pirate princes and princesses to raise, and they are all going to know what itâs like to have an amazing Dad, thanks to you.â His smile was genuine, if a little shy, like he couldnât fully gather how serious she was, so she intended to show him that she never would have loved him this fiercely if he werenât good and worthy. Emma had never dreamed of a future like this, and Killian was the only man in any realm and from any time who was right for her to do so with.
This kiss started light and easy but evolved once Emma took Killianâs cock in hand, pumping it hard. His responding moan devolved their loving moment into some good, honest, hot as sin sex that had Emmaâs blood humming with pleasure and her eyes closing as she let out each airy sigh for more.
âEmma come with me, love.â Powerless to do anything else, she followed his request and in the aftermath, finally felt like she could proceed with her normal activities. Sheâd still insist that Killian be right by her side, but at least she could think of things that werenât just finding a quiet place for him to take her. Yet, as they put their clothes back on and prepared to go back outside, Emma felt like she still needed something, but couldnât think what it could be. Maybe it was more chocolate? A burger?
âOh no you donât, Swan.â Killian grabbed her hand before she opened the door and she stared back at him confused as he pulled out his iPod and then she realized what he was about to do. âIf I can just see about this blasted music box, then we can get the rest of that longing out of your eyes for the rest of the day.â With a few clicks heâd pulled up Adele, who by this point, Emma was exclusively listening to her entire pregnancy.
âWere we just going to listen to it or-â Killian kissed Emma before she could finish her statement.
âMy wife is very demanding, but let me assure you that if itâs a dance you want Emma Jones, itâs a dance you shall have.â Sliding into his embrace once more, Emma felt the warmth of being there so acutely until something pushed inside of her. As her stomach was touching Killian he felt it to.
âEmma?â The feeling came again and Emma took his hand moving it down to feel with her where their son or daughter was moving about.
âSeems someone else wanted to dance this time too.â Emma couldnât keep the tears at bay, because the moment had a dozen images flashing before her eyes. Â A little girl with dark hair like Killianâs and eyes like Emma dancing around their living room while a brother with lighter hair trailed close behind as music played. She saw Henry with the baby, and late nights spent prepping school lunches and signing permission slips. There were holidays, and school plays and dance recitals, and through everything, Killian would be beside her, cherishing every moment as much as she did.
âIf they have half the natural talent of their parents, theyâll be in good shape.â Emma laughed at that shoving him a little before returning to his arms to continue their dance.
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She hadnât expected to fall asleep, but when the sound of Hopeâs crying startled her awake, Emma realized that she must have done just that. Judging by Killianâs unruly hair and somewhat dazed look as he jumped out of the bed, he too had given over to fatigue for a few hours.
âI can see to her, Swan.â Emma shook her head as she got out of bed and grabbed his hand, before smiling up at him.
âWe can go see her together.â The nursery was just beside them, with only an arched doorway separating them, and as Emma came to pick up her daughter, the little girl continued to cry. Emma tried to feed her, but nothing, to soothe her, but still she cried. Wracking her brain for some sort of tip from the countless parenting books Killian had brought into the house over the past few months, Emma was coming up empty, until she heard Killian chuckle.
âI think sheâs needing her daily fix, Emma.â Emma looked at him like she was crazy as he slipped into their bedroom before returning with his iPod.
âI hardly think sheâs-â but Emma couldnât even finish the thought, for as soon as Adele came through the speakers, Hope started to settle. Killian offered to take her and Emma gave her to him, if partly for selfish reasons. Seeing him with their newborn daughter was the strangest sort of rush for her. It made her happy in ways sheâd never known she could be, and it calmed her, steadied her in the moments where she was doubtful of her own ability to do this. Killian surprised her though, and sang along with the words this time. Emma knew he had a nice voice, but that he was sharing it with their daughter, well that brought happy tears to her eyes. Sheâd always dreamed of parents who would sing her a lullaby when she was small, and now her daughter had that.
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
However far away, I will always love you
However long I stay, I will always love you
Whatever words I say, I will always love you
I will always love you
I'll always love you
Cause I love you
While Emma had known her own voice couldnât sing quite as sweetly as Killianâs she hummed along with the music and ran her hand across her daughterâs brow as the infant fell asleep. Emma took her back from Killian before placing her in her crib, only for Hope to stir once more. In response, Killian set the song to start again, and only then did the tension fade from Hopeâs being as the baby finally gave way to sleep.
âJust to be safe, I think we ought to give her the full rendition, love.â With an outstretched hand he silently asked her for another dance and she accepted, moving around with him as this time his nearly whispered singing was directed to her. She melted into his embrace, feeling like everything in the world was incredibly right and that her life had really moved into itâs happily ever after. Â
Post-Note: So I just terribly needed a pregnant Emma fic again and more shameless dancing to Adele because I love it. I hope that you guys enjoyed, and that the episode tonight brings us more Captain Swan! As always, thanks for reading and if you guys have any requests I am all ears!
Part 34 in a series of oneshots inspired by various songs.  Also on Fanfiction here.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10,Part 11, Part 12,Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31, Part 32, Part 33
A/N: This post-underworld fic follows Emma stressing about what to write for her vows. She goes around town and bounces ideas off of near everyone about it. Inspired by âSalvationâ by Madeline Juno. Chapter rated M.
As a bail bonds person, Emma had learned that being prepared was almost always better. Do your research, tail the guy, catch the perp. That was nearly a foolproof strategy, and it kept her safe, kept her fed, and kept a roof over her head. Emma had carried that need to do her homework from her old life into her one as the savior, and it had continued to serve her well. Now, however, Emma was wondering if perhaps overthinking was what was causing the problem.
âVows require you to speak from the heart, but you should keep it accessible. Donât include anything so specific that your guests canât follow. Itâs a feeling, you know? Just tell Killian how you feel.â Her motherâs words seemed strange floating around in Emmaâs mind, like they didnât fully compute.
âTell him how I feel, but make sure all of Storybrooke can follow along. Like one of those dummies books where teach you something that is a lot more complex?â Snow frowned slightly.
âWell when you say it like that, it sounds bad. But I only meant that you shouldnât stand there and recant a private moment, if that makes sense.â Emma nodded, more to keep her mother comfortable than because she understood the sentiment. It still sounded like the same watered down version of a promise, and Emma didnât like that. If she and Killian had anything, it was an honest passion. They both felt strongly and struggled to ever shield that from the other. Why, then, would she shield some of that same fire and spark on their day?
âI think what your mother is trying to say, is that this is about the big stuff. You should talk about how you feel the strongest, not necessarily the little moments.â Emma smirked at her dad, thinking that comment in particular might have been more for his benefit, so that he could keep from hearing too much about Emma and Killianâs âquietâ moments, but she saw that he believed it in his eyes and her shoulders sagged slightly.
Understanding that her parents, well intentioned as they were, were not going to be helpful, Emma made her excuses, claiming that she had rounds to complete of the town. Instead of seeking out crime, though, Emma continued to research. She made a stop at Grannyâs and casually slipped the conundrum into conversation with Granny herself as she waited for her grilled cheese and onion rings.
âPeople often overlook the traditional vows, thinking that they need to include their own personal ones, but if you think about it, thereâs a lot to be said for the basics. If you say those, and you insert the same kind of feeling and promise as you would something unique, a marriage is better off. People get so caught up in what makes them special, they forget that this union is still a marriage. It follows rules and guidelines.â
Emma found that interesting, mainly because sheâd never considered just saying the traditional vows and leaving it there. Yet, where Granny saw sincerity, Emma saw coldness. Truth was, she loved Killianâs words, and if she didnât say something, maybe he wouldnât either. Perhaps that was selfish, but when she thought about her wedding, she didnât see just in sickness and in health, she saw a painting made of words, a song from their professions. She saw magic, and not the kind that would come from just the generic status quo.
âThatâs a load of bullshit. If you want my advice, go with a poem or song lyrics. Thereâs a whole bunch of dead people who have been in love too, and they got paid to put it into words. Donât beat yourself up over yours.â Emma had to laugh at Leroyâs claims. She liked the idea of a quote somehow, but she wasnât going to do a spoken word version of a classic rock song and call that her vows. That just seemed ridiculous.
âWell, thanks for the input.â Emma said as she handed Granny her cash and took the take-out bag.
âWhich are you going to do?â Leroy asked and Emma shrugged.
âI guess weâll see.â She headed back out into the sunny afternoon and considered if perhaps she could find the answers from somewhere else, and she noticed the library. Even if she didnât use a quote, she might still find the answers in a book.
âGood morning, Emma,â Belle greeted as Emma walked inside. She was holding her beautiful baby boy as she pushed a book cart towards the stacks, and Emma readily offered assistance. Where Emma had assumed sheâd be passed the books, she was passed the child instead.
âWhat can I help you with, Emma? Magical studies?â Emma shook her head, but then felt guilty for saying it out loud. Belle was the embodiment of the fact that sometimes love wasnât enough and that marriage didnât always last. Rumple had chosen power, and despite his insistence, Belle chose the light, especially when she had a child to be a role model for. Things had deteriorated, and now Belle was left with her son, going it alone. Emma didnât want to bring up any unhappiness for Belle, but the brunette was perceptive.
âThe wedding is only a few days away, so let me guess, you were thinking about your vows?â Emma nodded.
âYeah, Iâm sorry, I can look elsewhere orâŚâ Belle waved her hand, and though she gave a sad smile, Emma could see the strength of her friendâs conviction as she responded.
âNo, this is a great place to come if you need inspiration. But if you want my advice, the best thing you can do in your vows is speak your truth. Lay it all out there, Emma, your worries your past, the dreams you have for the two of you. Leave nothing unsaid, because itâs in denial that cracks form.â Emma came over to Belle and patted her arm in sympathy.
âSomeday, youâre going to find love worthy of you, Belle. And until then, this little ray of sunshine will give you every ounce of love he has to give.â Belle smiled at that.
âI know. Maybe you and Killian will have a baby together soon too. I think our kids would be good friends, donât you?â Emma was a little choked up at the thought but she nodded.
âDefinitely. I should be going though.â Emma handed the baby back to Belle.
âWait, you donât need to see the books?â Emma smiled and shook her head.
âActually, your advice was good enough for me. Thanks, Belle.â Her friend waved goodbye and Emma now had what she needed, she just needed to sit down and write it. In an attempt to do that, she headed to the station, pulled out a pad of paper and sprawled out, trying to figure out the right words to put on the page. Only, everything she wrote sounded cheesy.
She remained in the same problematic state when Regina came with Henry to pick up one of his school books that heâd forgotten at Emmaâs that morning, and when the two of them found her this way, they couldnât help but comment.
âMom, is everything okay?â She looked up from the scribbled nonsense on the page and blushed a little, putting the paper aside.
âYeah, just a little writerâs block.â
âAh, for your vows,â Regina mused.
âYeah. Well we all know that Killian has a way with words, while I⌠usually donât.â Henry only grinned in response.
âLucky for you that you have a son whoâs an author then.â Emma considered that, but then thought better of it.
âThatâs an incredibly kind offer, kid. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that these words of all words have to come from me.â Henry considered that, and then smiled.
âYeah, thatâs probably true.â
âJust donât compare yourself to him,â Regina said and Emma looked at her.
âTo Killian?â Regina nodded. âHow can I not, weâll literally be getting married.â
âRight, but youâre not marrying someone who is exactly the same as you. You have different strengths. Your pirate has charm and flashy words and an accent. You have other things to offer. Find those, and use them.â Emma mulled that over, and then it hit her, one of her strengths was that she was actually best when under pressure. Sure, she was always prepared, but when the chips were down, she trusted her instincts and went with her gut. These words would come to her in the moment, and to treat them as something other than that wasnât realistic. Not for her anyways.
âThanks, that actually helped a lot.â
âRegina is sometimes the bearer of good advice. Surprising I know.â Killianâs comment from the entryway had Emma turning and instantly smiling. He was leaning against the wall with that mirthful look in his eyes that always had her stomach flipping slightly. Though she heard Reginaâs haughty rebuff, she knew it was all in good fun. The ex-Evil Queen and the land bound pirate had actually formed a sort of friendship since returning from the Underworld. Now all their barbs were tinted with jest instead of actual hostility.
âGood luck, Mom.â Henry said as he hugged Emma goodbye and Killian gave her a quizzical look over Henryâs that she ignored. When Henry and Regina were out of earshot, Killian made his move, slinking up beside her and running his hand along her hip, heating Emma through the cotton of her shirt.
âYou need luck with something, love? Perhaps I can help.â She kissed him, throwing him off slightly, but it only took a moment for him to meet her in enthusiasm, when she pulled back, she was slightly breathless.
âYou help me everyday, Killian. Trust me, this I can handle.â
âAlright, love.â He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again and Emma leaned in, enjoying the feel of him being there. Where the vows might confuse her, this never would. She understood them and this.
âThree days until I make you Mrs. Jones,â Killian whispered against her lips and her lips curled up in a smile.
âLetâs not jump the gun. I kind of like my last name already.â She was teasing, but she couldnât help it, she loved to get a rise out of him.
âEmma, as long as youâre my wife. You can go by whatever you like.â
âYour permission is appreciated.â He scratched behind his ear, clearly uncomfortable.
âThatâs not what I meant, Swan, I ââ
âI was kidding. Jones works for me.â He smiled at that, and it was one of those ones reserved just for her, filled with love and hope and a distinct layer of bliss. With that, Emma extended her hand to him, which he readily took and they headed off to anxiously await the wedding to come.
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âI have to say, Mrs. Jones, that I am the luckiest man in the world to have you as mine.â Emmaâs skin tingled and goose bumps broke out as Killianâs fingers traced the exposed flesh of her arms. Her ivory gown was made of a fine lace, and though not fairytale-like, it harked of a real world royalty. She had felt beautiful all day in it, and Killian had barely let a moment pass after the vows were said when they werenât touching. All of that left her wanting and waiting for release, but he was going slow, drawing it out, heightening the impending pleasure. Emma ran her tongue across her lips, anticipating all that was to come.
She looked him over again, still loving the way heâd dressed in his signature black for the ceremony. She was glad that heâd managed a compromise between the styles of this world, and where his heart lay, and she was thinking wicked things about peeling back the layers of his three-piece suit. The vest in particular caused a stir in her, as the ones he wore every day always did.
âI didnât do so bad either.â He smirked at that, but bent his head for a kiss, only to nip at her bottom lip and pull back away, turning her in his arms swiftly, so her back was to his front. Though there was little space between them, Killian worked at the zipper of her dress, finding the hidden metal quickly and opening the dress that had fit her like a glove all night. As the cool night air kissed more and more of her skin, she heard his sharp intake of breath. No doubt he had found her special surprise for him. Her strapless bra and panties selected for the day were also lace, barely there, and red.
âYouâll drive your husband to an early grave with gifts like this, Swan.â She closed her eyes, both from the feel of his callused hand pushing off her dress, and from the endearment. His voice was thick with lust, the tone gravely and raw, but it was the word itself that held all the power. She was glad he wouldnât let it go, since when heâd said it all the time sheâd known him, it had carried so much meaning. A name that had once been little more than the wishful thinking of a could-be family was made whole through him whether he was teasing, or sincere, or filled with lust. She always wanted to be his Swan, and now she knew that she would be.
âSays the one whoâs going so slow, Iâm about to combust.â His lips came to the crook between her neck and shoulder, and she eased back so heâd have better access. Her dress pooled around her feet, and the feel of his still clothed body against her nearly bare one sent more chills down her spine. Meanwhile Killianâs hand traveled lower, passing the thong she had on and zoning in on her clit. She was already so needy for attention there that she couldnât help but purr at the feeling. He could get her off like this alone if he so chose, and God, did she hope he had mercy and did just that.
âAs this shall be our one and only wedding night, it seems in our best interest to savor every last moment.â The circles he drew around her needy bud had her craving more and her hands came around her back in a motion so swift that she eluded him to unclasp her bra. As expected, the reveal of her breasts pulled a groan from him and moved things faster. He pulled her closer, and triggered her climax, biting on her shoulder at the same time, causing his name to tumble out as a cry from his lips.
âYou donât play fair, love.â She smiled before turning in his embrace and going for the buttons on his vest. The jacket, was gone by this point, but she needed the contact of skin on skin, and if she was doomed to a night of slow pleasurable torture, she was damn well going to feel his skin on hers to spark that satiny heat that only flesh could.
âMarriage is supposed to be all about compromise.â He smiled at that, letting her strip the vest from his person.
âIâve heard that once or twice, but I also know, that when youâve given me control, youâve never gone wanting in our bed.â Her throat was dry and her sex grew wetter at the statement. The flimsy material still between her legs was likely soaked because he was right. He knew her wants and desires even before she did, playing every sensation, every emotion so spectacularly well that sex became a revelation. In that cheesy, clichĂŠ way, it became making love though it was still hot and slick and wickedly good.
Sheâd now unbuttoned his shirt and looked at his chest and abs, exposed for her perusal. She couldnât help but run a hand across the muscles there, and felt the slight tense as her hand made initial contact. She smiled, stepping nearer, her lips so close to his, but holding back.
âThe same can be said for when I take the lead, Captain.â She felt the shiver that went through him, and watched him lick his lips. Tempted as she was, she used her other hand to pull him down for a kiss that she knew would burn hot enough to incite him to action. He liked to play at slow and meticulous, but they could have that later. Now she wanted a declaration of everything she felt in her heart to manifest physically. He seemed to understand that this was a driving need within her and picked up on the shift from play to necessity.
They made their way to the bed, and where Emma planned to magic off the thin material still covering between her legs, she instead had the distinct pleasure of watching Killian tear them off.
âThose were expensive,â Emma said breathily, not actually giving a damn, and instead loving the primitive display.
âIâll buy you dozens to replace them, Swan, and rip them all off just so.â Emma moaned as he kissed down her body and angled his mouth to her waiting heat, pausing only to grin against her before fucking her with his mouth. It was glorious and rough and an excellent demonstration of all the little things heâd learned about her. Like how she loved when he sucked on her clit, and how rough strokes coupled with soft delicate swirls always set her ablaze. Emma could actually feel the crackling energy of her magic pressing at the surface of her skin, thatâs how fiercely the fire inside of her burned. She wanted to watch him, loving the almost predatory gaze he saved for her in these moments, but it was all too much. She closed her eyes as he pushed her past the edge.
âI love you.â She said, as he came back up above her. She ran a hand through the messy locks of his dark hair and her thumb came along his cheek. He leaned into her touch, and for the second time that day, her eyes filled with tears.
âHappy tears I hope, love,â he said as he kissed her lightly.
âThe happiest.â As she shook away the pools of moisture though, a thought occurred to her. Though right now, this felt like one of the best days sheâd ever known, and likely ever would. There could be more â would be more â and one of those days didnât need to be so far in the distance.
âRemember that talk we had when we got back from the Underworld?â Killianâs eyes grew wider and he nodded.
âThe one about more children.â
âI think weâre ready,â she whispered and he grinned.
âYouâre sure, Emma?â She nodded.
âYes, Iâm sure.â The understanding between them tinged the already flowing desire between them with something more. This was now more than a promise, but an attempt to make their future bigger and brighter. With each thrust into her, Emma thought about how Killian was giving her forever, and was now trying to give her even more. The crazy big family that they already had would grow, and sheâd get a second chance, to do things right, and to do them with someone who loved her by her side. The thoughts were heady, and catapulted her to climax quickly, with Killian following just behind.
âThere has never been another love as great as mine for you, Emma.â Killian whispered some time later as he held her close to him. She smiled nuzzling closer, relishing his warmth, but when her innocent attempts at snuggling had him getting hard again already, Emma felt a call to act. Like her husband â wow, he was really her husband â she too loved a challenge. The one in front of her tonight, was to make their time together pure magic over and over and over again.
Hours later, as the reprieve of sleep pulled at Emma, she couldnât help but remember earlier that day, when sheâd held Killianâs hand in hers and made her promises. She had worried for nothing, because doing things her way had lit up the deep blue of his eyes to a new shade that was nothing short of exultant. As her own eyes closed, the words sheâd chosen filtered through her mind and lulled her into a wonderful dream.
âPeople have been trying to tell me who I was my whole life â an orphan, a girl, a felon, a mother, a savior. Some of those things have been a gift and others a burden. I thought I was supposed to push back, to stake out my own determined path, and sometimes I have, but after everything, itâs hard to argue that some things arenât simply meant to be. Some things are simply destined, and luckily for me, my life has turned out better than I could have ever hoped, because I have you by my side.
âBut if my destiny was to be the savior, so was yours. In so many ways, Killian, you have become my salvation. You love me through my fear, and through my doubt. You hold my hand when times are darkest, and you faced the darkness in you so that we both could rid ourselves of demons. I will spend every day for the rest of my life loving you, fighting for our love and making sure that you know that the scared little girl I once was found strength in you. The path may not be clear, but my dreams for us are, and the biggest one of all, is that we find our happily ever after, which starts today. I love you Killian, for now and for always, and I wanted to thank you for loving me as you do. I will never be able to say how much it means, but I will do my best to show you each and every day.â
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Do you know how they say, how they say in the movies?
Once you stop searching love will come your way
Never again will I let someone in, I said "I might've just jumped the gun"
Dancing alone might've been fun before you came to realize
The lights went out but your silhouette appeared in my sight
You took my heart
You're my salvation
You lift me up
You're my salvation
You're my salvation
I do recall, I never thought anything could ever change
So easy giving up on hope with all the love in you
Just waiting to be found, I might've just jumped the gun
Walking alone might've been cool before you came to realize
The lights went out but your silhouette appeared in my sight
You took my heart
You're my salvation
You lift me up
You're my salvation
You're my salvation
You took my heart
You're my salvation
You lift me up
You're my salvation
You're my salvation
Dancing alone might've been fun before you came to realize
The lights went out but your silhouette appeared in my sight
You're my salvation
Post-Note: So, this was originally just going to be complete fluff, but I threw in some smut for good measure, since I have a few readers who read everything I write and the past few chapters have been a little light on M ratings. Know that I love you guys for reading and telling me what you guys want to read that to the moon and back, by the way. Anyways, I just loved the idea of Emma not knowing what to say, because sheâs faced that problem in the show a number of times. For her to realize that her strength lies in her instincts, even in this, that was a big thing for me, and I hope itâs something that theyâll address someday in cannon. Until then, I live in my dream land of fics and fluff. Hope you guys enjoyed!
So, as much as I love The Brothers Jones, I really wanted another scene between Emma and Liam. This is set on their return trip, giving me the reconciliation scene between them that I wanted.
They are finally on their way back to Storybrooke, packed like sardines in one of Hadesâ boats. Henry has one of the formerly empty books half open on his lap, nearly full of their adventures in the Underworld. Emma is nestled against Killian. She is too happy to mind that they are ridiculously cramped in the boat.
Her eyes snap open and she is on board the Jolly Roger. It takes her a second to process that it must be like her dream on the way down to the Underworld, only on the Jolly Roger instead of in her bug. But it isnât Killian at the helm. Itâs Liam. He is no longer dressed in modern clothes, but in some manner of captainâs regalia, complete with bicorn hat.
âEmma,â he says with a warm smile. She had seen this smile before, when Liam smiled at Killian. She sees it every day when Killian smiles at her. She had never really seen the resemblance before but like this there could be no mistaking them for anything but brothers.
âI think you got the wrong dream. Killian is like two inches from me.â
âI know. But I wanted to talk to you if I could. I had a chance to say goodbye to my brother. I was sorry to have to of course, but I did have that chance and I was grateful for it. And I know I will see him again someday. But what needed to be said between us has already been said. But the same cannot be said for you and I.â
âOkay,â Emma says, a little afraid he will still want her to back away from Killian.
âFirst of all, Iâd like to apologize for my⌠well, just about everything.â
âYou were trying to protect Killian. You screwed up and made more mistakes trying to fix your mistake. Believe me, I can relate.â
âI guess you can. Youâre still wearing the ring,â Liam comments.
âYeah. I asked Killian if he wanted it back, but he said I should keep it. If you donât want me toâŚâ she starts.
âI just thought you might not want to, after everything Iâve done. Iâm afraid you never got the chance to know me at my best.â
She smiles and shakes her head. âThatâs where youâre wrong, Liam. Because I know bits and pieces of you from Killian. Heâs told me about you. Now that Henry is embracing his calling as the Author, I will get to read the rest. Besides, I know a little about being willing to do terrible things to keep Killian alive.â
Liam flashes her a smile.
âBesides, I might be a little biased when I say this, but you raised the man I love, so I believe I do know the very best part of you in him.â
Liam nods. âI guess you do at that. I was wrong about you, Emma. I hope you can understand how, only knowing the facts of the case, I could have come to the wrong conclusion.â
âOnly if you can understand how I thought you were self-righteous about it.â
Liam snorts. âI can even agree with you.â He flashes her a grin.
âBefore I wake up I have to ask you one more thing,â Emma says with a grin of her own.
âAnything.â
âDid Killian ever wear one of those ridiculous hats?â
âYouâre planning to mock him mercilessly for it, arenât you?â
âAbsolutely.â
âWell, seeing as Iâm not going to be there to do that, he did. He was quite proud of it. Oh, and he had a ponytail.â He grins at the look of shock on her face. âItâs a pity we never got a chance to get to know each other better. I think we would have gotten along quite well. It would have been rather nice to have a sister. Well, thereâs always next time he gives you a ring.â
Emma smiles. âYou know, I wouldnât have minded having a big brother. And, mind you, Iâm only saying this because it will never, ever get back to anyone, but if he does give me another ring, the answer will be yes.â
âIâm glad to hear that. Killian needs someone like you, who believes in him so completely. The truth is, Killian loves you and he is a better man with you. A better man than I ever was, and a better man than he was before as well.â
Emma stirs in the boat, opening her eyes to see Killianâs face above her.
âAny visitors this time, Love?â he asks.
She reaches a hand up and twists the ring on its chain.
âLiam came to talk to me.â
âOh?â And she can hear the unspoken question. Killian knows they parted on less than amicable terms, but she can hear the hope in his voice.
âYeah.â She takes Killianâs hand with a smile. âI can see why you love him so much.â
âAye?â
âOf course, because he reminds me a little of you.â
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I was tagged by @this-too-too-sullied-flesh to write for ten minutes without any editing/revising and to post the results. Iâm, uh, not that fast of a writer, but I gave it a shot.
Emma isnât sure why she thought things would be easy once they get back. They arenât.
Grateful as he is, as they all are to have him home and safe and alive and wrapped up in her arms, itâs not quite the start of a happy ending.
Heâs withdrawn, not so much from Emma but from everything and everyone else, quiet and muted and so, so tired. He rarely leaves her side and thatâs just fine with her, the press of his hand in hers or an arm around the small of her back a constant presence, his nose buried in her neck more often than not when they sit together.
He can only fake it for Henry, bright smiles and jokes that donât quite land. If her son notices anything is wrong, he doesnât say it.
(She knows he notices).
If only he could sleep through the night -- just once, Emma thinks, and he might come back to his old self a little. He doesnât cry out when he sleeps, no jolting upright out of bed, but she knows the nightmares are there. She sees it every time she rolls over in the middle of the night and finds his side of the bed empty; every time she rouses, half-awake, to find him curled up and breathing hard, desperately trying to keep quiet. Heâs taken to watching the sea through that antiquated little telescope whenever he canât force himself back into bed.Â
(Itâs better on the nights when the moon is out.)
He doesnât talk about any of it, not yet. She doesnât push him, just wraps herself around him and places her hand over his heart every chance she gets.
But he is trying, and for that she loves him more than she can say. He greets her in the morning for coffee with exhausted eyes and a warm hand at the back of her neck, even as he flinches at the bright sunlight streaming through the windows.
The visible wounds are gone. Theyâre still working on the rest.
Tagging @caprelloidea, @killians-dimples, @alchemistc, @lifeinahole27, and anyone else who wants to play.
A/N: This is a thing, inspired by a conversation with @pompeiiablaze about a need for fluff after she stabbed Killian in a sketch and I wrote that really fuckinâ painful thing a few weeks ago.  Have this as a form of thanks for all the yelling (I seriously enjoyed every new case of âWTF IS THIS? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!â more than anyone probably should), and apology for breaking yâallâs hearts. <3
Rating: TÂ
Summary: Itâs wedding time for Regina and Robin, and Emma and Killian play their roles in the day.
Emmaâs surprised, when the word âweddingâ is mentioned, that sheâs not terrified. Not even a tiny little bit. Maybe it helps that itâs not her wedding theyâre talking about, but really, the whole thing seems a lot less scary when youâve been to the Underworld.
 Itâs been half a year since they got back, since the monsters drifted back to the shadows and the nightmares faded back to nothing more but dreams. Half a year of surprising peace, although even Emma can tell that everyone has half an eye over their shoulders, just in case. But half a year of living with Killian (and part-time with Henry) in their house. Six months of dish duty and laundry, of lazy Sunday morning sex and quickies when they know theyâre supposed to be somewhere else. One hundred and seventy-five days without scarring Henry for life, and they are damn proud of their track record.
 The happy couple opted for a simple wedding affair, skipping over the church and the runner, the flowers on the end of each pew, the giant white dress and tuxedo rentals and a thousand tiny details to be stressed over ad nauseum. Instead, Robin and Regina chose the park (as far away from the hellmouth as possible) for the ceremony, everyone invited to attend if they wanted to, no RSVP needed. Somehow, Regina thought her former title of Evil Queen would scare off most of the attendees, but thereâs something to be said for a town that has been dragged to hell and back (almost literally) and making it out relatively unscathed.
Set-up is complete by 12:30pm, with the nuptials due to start at 1:30pm. At 1:00pm, Regina peers out of a tent they set up to keep some element of mystery for her reveal, and she looks a little shocked to see almost the entire town gathered. Theyâd set up a modest amount of chairs, and those are filled, with everyone else standing around and mingling while they wait. With a smile she tries to hide, Regina extracts one hand from the tent flap and waves it around, conjuring more chairs for the rest of the guests to sit in, and they all happily flock to the extra seating.
 Emma and Mary Margaret precede her out of the tent. They arenât exactly bridesmaids, just like David and Killian are not exactly groomsmen, but the four of them attend to the bride and groom, lending a helping hand and then sitting back to watch the ceremony take place. Everyone is beyond delighted as Roland acts as their ring bearer. His tiny suit still doesnât fit quite right, but he smiles his dimpled smile at everyone he passes, carrying the tiny pillow with the rings up to his father and proudly presenting them.
 Regina and Robin exchange their vows in front of the townspeople, promising to love each other in sickness and in health, through good curses and through bad, through every battle, and every single moment of peace. When they kiss to seal it, the town applauds and the newlyweds beam.
 Just like the ceremony wasnât really a ceremony, the reception isnât really a reception. Everyone flocks in and out of Grannyâs all throughout the rest of the day, wishing the happy couple luck and sharing in the dancing.
 So far throughout the day, Emma has had no problem wearing her dress. It helps that Regina just told them to go find dresses they felt comfortable in, as she herself wore something she felt amazing in rather than angling for the traditional white. Emmaâs is long, just short of brushing the ground, with a beaded accent along her waist but otherwise unadorned. The fabric is soft to the touch, and the slit at the front captures Killianâs gaze all through the course of the day, and she doesnât mind one bit.
 Heâs sitting at the bar when she finally collapses after numerous dances with her father. He slides a tumbler of rum towards her as he sips from his own, chuckling when she almost slides from the stool sheâs perched on as she attempts to wrench her heels from her feet. Sheâs been contemplating for hours whether or not thereâs magic to make them hurt less, but so far nothing inspirational has come forth. She goes to place the shoes on the counter, but Killian catches the strap on his hook before they touch, shooting her a glance and nodding towards Granny and smiling affectionately at Emma.
 She returns the smile easily and runs her hand over the lapel of his suit jacket. He looks good. Like, damn good, if she says so herself. She leans over to kiss his cheek, all the while whispering exactly what theyâll do to each other as soon as the typical reception festivities have drawn to a close. Killian regulates his breathing, shooting her heated gazes as he considers her suggestions.
 âI guess Iâm stuck barefoot until we head back. Although I think at this point the only way Iâm putting those damn shoes back on is if magic is involved.â
 Killian chuckles and reaches into a pocket on the inside of his jacket, producing a pair of satin slippers and placing them on the bar next to her elbow.
 âI had a hunch. Figured I would bring them along in case your feet were in peril at any point in the festivities. Although, youâve made it much longer than I thought you would.â
 âYou are just â you just â Listen here Mr. Hook, we are going to have an excellent time after we leave here. Just let me do this stupid bouquet toss so I can make my mother happy and then weâll get out of here, okay?â
 âAye, Iâll be waiting just over there for you, love.â With that, Killian wanders to the other side of the gathering of female wedding attendees. He fiddles with his phone, Emmaâs heels dangling from his hook, barely paying attention to those around him as he leans against the wall next to the door.
 Heâs not quite sure what happens next, just that thereâs suddenly a bouquet of flowers smacking him in the face and dropping into his arms. He hears the whoops and whistles of those in the diner, looks up to see Emma laughing and Regina looking smug. He can feel the tips of his ears go red with all the attention turned on him, as he has no idea what the customary response to this gesture would be, but Emma looks pleased and thatâs all that really matters to him.
 They say their goodnights shortly after, Emma ruffling Henryâs hair even as he protests and scoffs. His teenage senses are showing, and Emma and Regina exchange a look before they both lick their thumbs and go after his face, causing a look of horror on the boyâs face before it disintegrates into laughter.
 Emma still makes sure one last time with Snow that Henry staying at the loft wonât be a problem for an evening, and she assures her daughter yet again that itâll be fine, that theyâre always happy to have him over before shooing Emma back to Killianâs side and bidding them goodnight.
 Their walk back to the house is quiet and leisurely.
 The way they talk about marriage later that night after their passion is temporarily quenched is much the same.
 And when Killian officially slips the ring on her finger (again, itâs not like she hasnât been wearing it for months anyway) and calls it an engagement, it follows suit.
 Emma snorts with laughter, breaking the tranquility, and he has to wait an extraordinarily long time for her to explain the meaning of catching the flowers at the diner, about how it signifies the next in line to be married, and he guesses that was all the hint they needed from the universe and all the realms that itâs definitely time.
A quick little one-shot based off of the prompt âWhat if, after they save Killian from the Underworld, Emma refuses to let go of him when they are asleep.â
Killianâs eyes snapped open. Breathing hard, trying to calm himself down. Ever since they had returned from the Underworld, he would have nightmares. The monsters and demons could always catch him when he was asleep.
Still trying to calm down, he stared at the beautiful woman in his arms. He still couldnât believe it. She had come to the Underworld with the help of her family. She had found and rescued him, sacrificing half of her heart so he could live.
Ever since they had gotten back to Storybrooke, the two had been sleeping together in their new house. With the help of Henry, they had turned the once cold house into a happy one. And now, he had the pleasure of wrapping Emma in his arms at night.
Well, he thought, it does seem to appear I am more wrapped in her arms. Emma was still wary about letting him out of her sight. She had successfully conquered the fear of him willfully leaving her, but it seemed to be replaced with the fear of him leaving her unwillingly. She would get worried ever time he was away from her. But she was good at hiding it. Except when she feel asleep. Then, she would hang on to him for dear life. Not that he minded, but it was slightly awkward when he had to wake her up for fear of being choked.
Smiling to himself, he was almost asleep when he heard it. A whimper. Killian was not the only one prone to nightmares. Emma still had nightmares of the darkness and of his death. Putting his arms around her and pulling her closer to his chest, he whisper, âItâs OK, love. The darkness is gone. Iâm here.â
He could feel her relax. After a couple of seconds, she opened her eyes. âDid I wake you up?â she asked sleepily.
âNo love. I was already awake.â
She eyed him, concern obvious. âAre you still having nightmares?â
âAye, love,âhe answered truthfully,âbut they are becoming less and less common. Same thing can be said for you.â
She smiled. âI guess so.â
âAnd soon,â he smirked,âIâm sure we can be staying awake at night for other reasons aside from nightmares.â