#glad Emma is with him too 💕

[loveandthings11]

Handsome in a classic tux tonight 💗

Ninth Breakthrough Prize Ceremony at the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures on April 15, 2023 in LA

[ladylooch]

Bestie! A blurb night! Can I have some angst? Maybe that Nico & Timo fight we talked about? Or maybe Timo mad at his parents again? Or whatever you want 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 💕🍻

The way I was craving angst and you delivered 😘

“Later.” Jack Hughes tosses up the peace sign to Nico and I as he heads out of the locker room. We both wave back in acknowledgement. Nico glances over his shoulder at me, then goes back to tying his shoes.

“You still good to give me a ride?” I ask Nico, running a hand through my wet hair to push it back into place.

“Depends.” 

“On?” He stands to his full height.

“What the fuck your problem is?” Nico is visibly seething- eyes darkening, jaw clenched, shoulders tight with tension. I strap my watch back on my wrist. With Jack gone, everyone else has left. I was receiving treatment after practice in the form of an intense sports massage that included cupping. Deep, maroon circles line my upper body as a reminder.

“Ah…” I trail off, looking back at my brother in law’s tense face. “I’m not sure. Wanna let me in on it?”

“I can’t believe you. Standing there acting like you don’t know how much you’re hurting my sister.” I drop my hand to the side, scrunching my eyebrows together. Em and I had a good morning before I left. We were tangled up together until Lio woke up. Then we brought him into our bed for family snuggles. Lio is loving Em’s pregnant belly and talking with his little sister.

“What?” I blink. “Nico.. I don’t know-”

“Asshole!” He yells, coming up on me and shoving me hard in the middle of my chest. I stumble back a few feet, stunned. He goes to shove me again. This time, I defend myself, bringing my hands up.

“Nico, bro. What the fuck.” I bat his next shove away. “Dude, I don’t want to hurt you. Just talk to me.”

“I’m going to hurt you.” A small scoff falls from my lips.

“Do you know how to fight?”

“You’re about to find out how much I know about fighting.” I side step another swing.

“Nico!” I yell, trying to snap him out of his angry trance. “What is going on?” I wave my hands out to the side, gesturing for him to explain.

“I heard Em talking with Lex last night about the shit you’re pulling on Instagram. She gave you Lio. Now, she’s growing your daughter. And you repay her by sending dick picks on Instagram!?” He is bellowing by the end.

“Wha-”

The whole word doesn’t get out of my mouth before he swings at my face. His fist knocks me across my left cheek and nose. Pain explodes from my face immediately. My eyes water as I look back at him in anger.

“Nico! Fuck.” I gingerly touch my nose. I’m pretty sure it’s broken… again. Now I’m pissed. I was holding back because my wife would not appreciate me throwing hands at her brother. But fuck it. I reach out, knocking Nico hard upside the head when he tries to swing again. I point a finger at him as he moans in pain. “That’s a warning shot. Hit me again and I’ll break your fucking nose. Ouch. Fuck!” I touch my nose again, seeing the bright, red blood collect on my finger tips. 

I walk over to the trainer’s table where cups, tape and towels are collected. I grab a towel, putting it against my bleeding face. I turn back to Nico who is huffing and puffing, looking like his anger is building back up.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never sent dick pics on Instagram. She said that?” I’m so confused. Again, she didn’t mention anything about this and I’m obviously not doing that. I’m too busy trying to get between my wife’s thighs to even think about anyone else.

“Yeah! She said it last night when she was picking Lio up.” He starts walking towards me. 

“Stay over there.” I hold my free hand up, then dig in my pocket for my phone. I press on Emma’s contact.

“Hi daddy!” She exclaims on the second ring. Thank God because Nico is almost next to me again. “Are you on your way? Your babies are hungry.” 

“Well, hopefully soon. But your brother has me cornered in the locker room right now because he thinks I’m cheating on you.”

“What?” She chuckles. Glad she finds this amusing when I can feel every pulse of my heart in my nose and eyes.

“Yeah. He said he heard you talking about it last night.”

“Oh! Ha!” She laughs again, louder this time. “Yeah, I was telling Lexi about my dream.”

“Awesome.” I murmur. “Well, I’m going to be a little longer because your brother broke my nose, punching me in the face to defend your honor.” She gasps.

“Nico! What the hell is wrong with you!” 

“I.. I’m sorry! I thought…”

“Does that sound like Timo? God he can’t even go two day without trying to get his hands in my pants, even 8 months pregnant! He’s obsessed with me!”

“Well, I don’t know! All I heard was what you said when I was walking down the stairs!” 

“I turned to you and smiled to greet you! You think I would smile if that was real! No! I’d be screaming and running after Timo with a knife.”

“Wait what…” I say with concern.

“Baby, you cheat on me, I will cut you.” 

“What family did I marry into?” I mutter, looking at my brother-in-law who’s face is twisted into embarrassment. “Alright, we will talk more about that when I get home.” I tell my wife. “ I love you.” 

“I love you. I’m so sorry babe.”

“Not your fault.” I mutter directing my stare at Nico.

“I’m sorry.” He says when I get off the phone. He holds his hands up in a truce. “I… Yeah.”

“You think I’d do that to her?” Nico shakes his head no immediately. “She is my entire world. Our babies too.” 

“I know. I’m really sorry. I’ll grab Ryan.” He murmurs of the assistant athletic trainer who is still in the building.

I pull the towel away, looking at the massive clot on the white fabric. I scrunch my nose, then wiggle it a bit side to side. It probably isn’t actually broken, but I’m going to be sporting a black eye or two. Ryan concurs when he gives me a once over, but says it will be clearer tomorrow once some swelling goes down. He plugs my nose and gives me an ice pack to keep on my face for the ride home.

“At least Em likes you with a broken nose” Nico laughs, trying to ease the tension as he drives me home. I am leaning my head back, eyes closed, icing my face as he hits the freeway. A headache is beginning to pound against my forehead.

“She wasn’t with me last time someone broke my nose.”

“Oh yeah… Guess I forget with how much she always kisses your scars.” I smile, a soft laugh bouncing my shoulders.

“Yeah, she makes Lee do it now too.” 

“So in a way, you should thank me. Now, you’ll get more kisses from your babies.”

“I will absolutely not be doing that…. Asshole.”

[imbiowaresbitch]

WIP wheeeeeee!

I finally have something I can share. Tagged by @cr-noble-writes

Single dad Dean is coping with having his 6-year-old daughter, Emma, home with a concussion after being bullied at school, and she's not taking to the "resting" part well.

For context, Lydia died when Emma was 3.

Much to Emma’s disappointment, when Sunday rolled around she hadn't slept well the night before, so was feeling tired and cranky. She still wanted to go on a playdate with Jack and his big cousin Claire – apparently dads were superfluous – but Dean put his foot down. With Emma in her room, crying and throwing her stuffies at the door, Dean pulled out his phone to text Cas. Dean: hey Sunshine. Emma’s having a very bad morning. Think she overdid it yesterday refusing to have a nap. It's just not a good plan to take her out, I don't want her to feel worse. Dean heard the heavy thump of something more substantial hitting Emma’s door and sighed, rubbing at his eyes. He knew she’d be upset even before he told her they couldn't see Jack, and Dean was just glad he hadn't mentioned the Butterfly Conservatory to her. Still, throwing stuffies was one thing. Other things could be broken, and that wasn't okay. He knocked on her door, being a stickler for giving her privacy, then opened the door. He found her sitting on her bed, her arms crossed as she glared at him, an adorable pout on her tear-streaked face. The door bumped against something more solid than a plush toy, and he glanced down. Her tiny black shoes – Charlie called them Mary Janes – sat behind the door, and there was a black streak on the door from the soles.  “Hey, sweetpea,” Dean said softly, picking up her shoes and tucking them back into her closet. He picked up a couple of her stuffies and set them back on her bed, then dropped to a crouch in front of her. “I know you're mad at me, Emma, but no wrecking your things. Your stuffies can't break, but you could knock over something, like one of your music boxes, and break it.” Fresh tears welled in her eyes, and she stared at him, her lip quivering. Lydia had given her the music boxes she had, and he knew the idea of something happening to them would be scary. Her tears spilled over, and she started to sob. Dean felt a pang of guilt. Maybe he should have mentioned the Star Wars lamp from Charlie and Stevie instead, but too late now. He held out his arms, and she fell into them, hiccoughing as she burrowed against his chest.

Tagging @aishitara @nickelkeep @bleuzombie @dwinchester1979 @winchester-reload. Share whatever, or not. 💕

[someone-you-do-not-know]

💕 for Spamano of courseee

💚 for whichever pair you want!!

Yaaaaay! I finally finished it!

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed (it’s gonna be DenNed, because it’s my rarepair. I hope it’s not too noticeable that some stuff in the middle got lost when I had to write it a second time):

Simon and Abel were lost in the forest. They had been following Emma and her boyfriend, but there was no sight of them. There was no clear route to go, they could not see a way forward, and the route they had been following until now had disappeared behind them.

“So what do we do now?”

“Do I look like I know?” Abel squatted down and found his pipe from a pocket, putting it between his lips, then lit it.

“I’d say… No.” 

“Then why are you asking me?” Abel puffed out a cloud of white smoke. Everyone knew the forest was enchanted. They were so deep inside that they could no longer hear the church bell chiming. Simon leaned against a tree, a grin on his lips. Abel hated that. Simon was always smiling that big, fake smile. He shrugged, far too relaxed for someone just as lost as Abel. After a long silence, Abel took his pipe out of his mouth. “We should find Emma, I’m not leaving her alone with that…“

“We can’t leave though.”

“What?” Abel snapped his head to look at Simon. “What do you mean ‘can’t’?”

“Wait, you don’t know? … So that’s why you didn’t hesitate to follow Emma.” Simon threw his body forward and walked closer, big, dumb grin on his face, looking as satisfied as a cat with a bowl of milk. “You really should listen to the spinsters and old men more. The forest is cursed so anyone will get lost. Only true love can lead the way.”

Abel clicked his tongue. He did not have time to listen to tall tales and scary bedtime stories for kids, he had flowers to sell.

“Good for Emma, you know, I’m glad she’s found such a–“

“I’m not gonna accept this!” Abel jumped to his feet. Balancing his pipe in one hand and rummaging through his coin purse with the other, he pulled out a large gold coin. “There. I love money. So show us the way out, forest.”

Simon chuckled, moving until he was standing right in front of Abel. “I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“Well, do you have a better idea?”

Suddenly, Simon got nervous. He had once found true love, but it had not lasted. There had been no happily ever after for Simon and his former lover. If he was to admit to Abel that he was falling in love with him, he was not sure who would be worse for wear, and he was not sure he wanted to know. He did not want to put this on his friend. Originally, he had just wanted to tease him a little, but now, he could no longer ignore the most obvious solution there could be. “I, uh… I don’t think you’d like it.” 

“As expected from a poet. If you feel like contributing, go right ahead.” Abel huffed lightly, but to Simon it was oddly reassuring. So he decided he might as well do it.

“Alright then.” Simon leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against Abel’s. It was so simple and unassuming, he did not even have to lean down since they were around the same height. His lips tasted like tobacco. 

Abel was stunned. He had never thought Simon would do something like this, barely noticing when the coin slipped between his fingers and got lost in the grass. Simon was usually putting up a front that absolutely nothing could bother him, that he was fine, and to Abel it was all a well construed lie. He never thought Simon would do anything real and true, but for once, Abel felt he was seeing the real, vulnerable poet’s soul underneath all the cockiness. Not a muscle in his body or face moved, however, and as soon as Simon noticed Abel was not kissing back, his lip creased downwards, and he began pulling away.

He had to move fast, Abel realised. As Simon moved away, he followed after, placing his hand at the back of Simon’s head, pushing them against each other. It was deliberate, yet so infinitely careful when Abel kissed back. It was short and sweet. A deep longing that only one had previously known had been awakened within the other as they pulled apart, and a fear had been dulled within the other.

“Huh.” Abel said, almost sounding snide, but Simon did not let it touch him. As Abel looked behind the him, the exit seemed to clear itself, trees and shrubbery bowing to leave room for them to leave. “Guess your plan worked.”

Simon turned his head, and rubbed his neck as Abel let go of him. “I suppose it did.”

Abel was already about to leave, but Simon noticed a small flower growing where they had been standing, just where the coin had been dropped. Simon had not been entirely honest – true love’s kiss would show the way out, but so would an offering. Simon was not sure he was ready to know which one it had been, but someday, he would be.

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💕 kissing somewhere other than lips (Spamano on the butt cheek because we’re silly):

Lovino knew nations were the dumbest, most idiotic people he knew. At this point, how could he possibly be surprised? Yet here we are. He knew he should have gone to hang out with America instead of going to a bar with his boyfriend and his idiot friends.

Next time, he promised himself. Next time, I won’t fall for their scheme of promising wine.

But that was future Lovino’s problem to deal with. Present Lovino had to deal with two drunk morons loudly announcing whatever national secret they felt like, and Antonio being his usual oblivious self on the dance floor. 

It was not that Antonio did not know how to work it, because of course he did. Everyone on that dance floor were so obviously begging for Lovino’s boyfriend that he almost felt bad for taking Antonio off the market – but only almost. In the sweaty mass of people grinding and swaying against each other anyone could easily disappear in the crowd, but Antonio’s smile was brighter than anything else in the room. Lovino could spot it from miles away.

When Antonio finally noticed he was being observed, he only smiled more. Then, timing it perfectly with the music, he winked at Lovino. That was when some guy moved closer to Antonio to dance with him, blocking Lovino’s view

Normally, Lovino liked to think himself above most forms of idiocy, but right now, he was maybe a little drunk and he did not appreciate anyone blocking his view to Antonio, and for some reason, Antonio was not moving away from him. Sometimes, Lovino had to take matters into his own hands. Casting a last look at Antonio’s friends, he left their table and stepped onto the dance floor, the wave of humans parting in front of him. Antonio was pretending he had not seen him, as if he had not been hoping for Lovino to join him all evening. Without caring much for the repercussions, Lovino draped his arm over Antonio’s shoulder, leaning close to his ear, “Missed me, idiot?”

Antonio would recognise Lovino’s voice anywhere. Abandoning his former dance partner, he turned his head to nuzzle their noses together, letting his ass grind against Lovino’s hips just enough to make Lovino want more, but not enough to make anyone lift a brow. Everyone around them were occupied with each other. Antonio intertwined his fingers with Lovino’s, and spun him around so they were facing each other. “Of course, Lovinito.”

They grinned to each other, a little secret just between the two of them in the air as they let their hands fall into those familiar patterns. Lovino had already forgotten about that guy Antonio had been dancing with, and Antonio had never even thought much about him in the first place, too caught up in the mood and catching glimpses of Lovino from far away to notice anything in front of him.

“Want to show them some real dancing?” Antonio breathed against Lovino’s mouth.

“Not to this shit.” He scoffed dismissively, lifting his hand for a moment to gesture at the music, before returning to Antonio’s back, eventually moving down to grab a handful of his ass.

“Come on, please, Lovi?” Antonio pouted, trying to copy Feliciano’s puppy dog eyes. Lovino supposed he could oblige. He had always been weak to that kind of pathetic looks.

“Fine.”

They were a blur of fluid motion and fast steps in perfect synch. It was improvised, yet it looked as though they had done nothing but dance it all their lives (they probably had more experience to draw upon than anyone else in the club too). Whichever way Antonio went, Lovino was right there to catch him, and no matter what Lovino did, he knew Antonio would support him. It was fast, sensual, and wild, but they were in control. That kind of dancing, even on a selfish a dance floor like this, caught people’s attention, and more and more space opened up for them. 

Once he was sure they had everyone’s attention, Lovino caught a glimpse of that annoying guy in the crowd again, and his alcohol induced brain made embers turn to a flame. Jealousy was usually Antonio’s department, but in that moment, Lovino felt he had to prove that Antonio was his, and only his. 

Once again, Antonio had his back turned to Lovino, but that was fine by him. Lovino’s hands caressed Antonio’s chest and moved down to his hips, while he slowly let himself drop until he was faced by the most perfect ass on this planet, covered by a pair of tight trousers. So Lovino leaned forward and did the only logical thing he could. He planted a kiss right then and there on one of Antonio’s perfect butt cheeks with a loud smack that got lost in the noise of the music. He would much rather have no clothes in the way, but this was what he had to work with. Leaning back, Antonio spun in his hands, and Antonio’s hands were tangled in his hair and on his shoulder. Just before Lovino would be tempted to do something about those infuriating trousers, he remembered they were still in public and popped back up to his feet, Antonio quickly grabbing his hand, ready to support him as always, although Lovino did not waver, not even when Antonio lifted his leg so his knee was on the other’s hip, their chests leaning against each other.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Lovino said hoarsely – and Antonio was more than ready to oblige.

[ladystarksneedle]

Your thoughts on the trailer??? Who's your favourite ???

First off I actually liked the concept of both trailers tbh. I get the "don't pick a side thing because it's the infighting which destroys them from within and they're all messed up" and tbh I'm all for it but I also do have a preference for one side more than the other (Green) despite enjoying characters belonging to both.

That being said I liked the teaser firstly. Having Tom and Emma introduce the trailers was amazing! It builds up the whole Aegon vs Rhaenyra thing.

For the green trailer: I think Aegon's involvement blew me away the most. I didn't expect them to focus so much on him and was pleasantly surprised. TGC was the highlight of the trailer for me and I cannot wait to see what he does with Aegon this season. Alicent was serving as usual. She's in her sad girl hours which is honestly relatable but I want a bit of bite from her too this season so I'm looking forward to seeing if that happens. Aemond slayed his three seconds of screen time. There's nothing more to be said other than the fact that he's serving and way in over his head. I like how we're getting more of book Aemond with the season's progressing and I would love to see him descend into paranoia fueled by ambition, hatred and revenge. I think Ewans going to do wonders with him. Lastly Gwayne was unexpected. I'm excited to see if he's quite similar to Aegon. Criston going wild defending his found family was "chefs kiss" and I can't wait to see Otto get fired.

Sunfyre and Dreamfyre were such a bonus! I'm glad they're finally getting their due.

For the black trailer: I think the highlight of the trailer for me was Rhaenyra. She seems in charge, with the planning and making decisions and honestly I'm quite hyped to see what changes they make wrt her character. Love the new outfits and the braids, its giving book Rhaenyra trying to emulate Visenya with her attire. I am also excited to see Jace's winterfell arc. Love the Starks and even though I'm kind of dreading the prophecy repitition, a change of scene would be great. Daemon in Harrenhal would be the next thing I'm excited to see mainly because he looked almost disturbed at the eeriness of the place and I want to see Alys. Lastly I'm looking forward to more Velaryon politics. Ideally speaking I'd like to see sort of a rift between Vaemond's side and Corlys with bringing up what happened but anything works at this point. I'm just interested in that house.

Sorry if this is too long and thank you so much for asking 💕

[gamma-gal-24]

Just here to say your ship with Johnny Bravo crossed my dash and I absolutely love it, you two are so CUTE together! Can you tell me some of the things you two like to do together? Like what do you do on date days? ^^

AHHH Hello hello!!! You are too sweet, too sweet indeed! I'm so glad you like them!!😁😭💕

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Since neither Johnny or Emma are very big homebodies, they definitely have a lot of dates in the town!

Dinner dates, lunches, and impromtu icecream parlor stops are frequents for these two!

As for favorites, however, in the Summer/early Fall, Johnny's favorite by far are beach trips! Any excuse to show off his studly abs AND see Emma in a bikini is a win, but he also just genuinely likes the beach.

He lays down under an umbrella and let's Emma build sand castles on his back.☺

Occasionally they'll end up bringing little Suzie along with them. And while he'll never agree to playing mermaids like she wants him to, he does get a kick out of watching her con Emma into it.

They'll convince him eventually, just you watch. 😉

Emma's favorite dates on the ither hand, have GOT to be drive-in movie dates!

Being all snuggled up in his car with candy and popcorn while laughing their asses off at some silly movie is like a second heaven to her!

They made the mistake of going to see Old Yeller once... They both ended up crying by the end of it. Johnny refuses to acknowledge the incident entirely.😅

And when the weather is just too cold and/or yucky to go out, it's highly likely you'll find them at Johnny's place, playing cards with his Momma.☺

Spoiler allert: Bunny Bravo wind every. Single. Time.

[snowbellewells]

@jrob64 Joni, goodness this has taken me much longer than I would have hoped to read and review, but it was certainly worth waiting for. I loved that on this installment you picked right back up where chapter three left off. Emma and Killian and had just come to some really lovely conclusions and I am glad we didn’t miss any of their first confession of feelings and the sweetness of seeing their long-secret admirations for each other reciprocated. I was sad, but understood, when Emma at first wanted to wait until things were finished with Neal’s haunting before she and Killian began a relationship. But then, when she decided that no, they shouldn’t have to wait, he shouldn’t steal any more time or happiness from them, it made it all the more enjoyable!! In fact, that whole bit where we learn just how long she has been returning his feelings was probably one of my favorite parts: “If I was ever lucky enough to be with a woman like you, I would treasure every moment and never be foolish enough to let her go,” Killian finished. “I didn’t know you heard all of that.”

It was truly chilling then, how Neal attacked seemingly out of nowhere with the icy coldness that nearly brought Emma down. We were floating on such lovely emotions - and then what a shock to the system!! It worked so brilliantly to up the tension and the stakes once more, and to remind us once again that the battle was far from over. I loved how Killian carried her into his apartment and sat holding her until she warmed up and regained her strength. Of course, our tough Emma didn’t like showing that sort of weakness, but it would be incredibly terrifying and would shake you to you core. She was more than justified for not being 100% strong there for a moment. Especially when she has someone as trustworthy as Killian now whom she can turn to… 😍😍😍

Anyway, I also loved how eager Will and Belle were to help if they could and to see Emma be free of her horrible ex’s ghost as well. Though there wasn’t much of a role they could play at that point, they truly are good friends to Killian - as I am sure they will become for Emma too.

And then, when Neal finally got his…. Yikes!! Not that I wasn’t glad to see him finally gone and unable to torment Emma ever again. That was intense! Well done - I don’t know if I could have written a scene like that so vividly, so kudos to you.

Loved that Killian took Liam’s advice and broke her from the trance with a TLK. 💕💕And I loved that learning he had done so allowed Emma to realize what love really should look and feel like - enough so that she could tell him honestly that she loves him too. This is heading to a truly beautiful place for the epilogue. I’m glad we don’t have to say goodbye to this version of them just yet. ☺️

Ghosted

Chapter 4 - Attacks

It appears I lied about this story being 4 chapters long, because the muse has spoken and now I have to write an epilogue too. So, I hope you enjoy this next-to-last chapter. And a reminder - don't read this just before going to sleep.

Many huge thanks to my beta @hookedmom and my artists @kmomof4 and @motherkatereloyshipper. You ladies are the best!

If you haven't checked out the great art and stories for this final @cssns event, you are missing out on greatness! They are all spectacular!

STORY SUMMARY: When Emma Swan’s ex-boyfriend dies, she’s haunted by his ghost. Her neighbor, Killian Jones, a ghost hunter who has a YouTube channel, realizes what’s happening and offers to help. However, there’s more at stake than simply helping the apparition move on. There’s also the matter of Killian telling Emma he’s in love with her. 

Rating: M (for intense scenes, language, and possible smut in the epilogue)

Words (Ch. 4): 9055

Previous chapters on Tumblr: Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3

Also posted to Ao3 and ffn

He sucked in a breath, knowing what he said next would inevitably change their relationship. He simply didn’t know if it would be for better or worse. Shifting on the couch so he could fully face her, he looked her in the eyes and said, “Don’t you know, Emma? It’s you.”

Her mouth dropped open and her brows shot up over wide eyes. Without taking her gaze from him, she slowly reached over to place the box of Cheez-its on the coffee table. She missed and the box fell, spilling crackers on the floor, but neither of them cared.

“Me?” she asked, her voice sounding as stunned as she looked. “You want to ask me out?”

“Is that so surprising?”

“But I…I thought you just wanted to be friends.”

“Is that all you want us to be?” he asked, beginning to feel a faint glimmer of hope.

“It was at first, when I was getting to know you, and obviously while I was dating Neal, but then…” Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly, as she pulled her feet out of his lap, placing them on the floor and sliding closer to him on the couch.

“Then…what, Emma?” he asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know if you remember this, but one day, Neal followed me home from work and was hanging around outside my door. He kept calling to me, trying to persuade me to let him in. I was just getting ready to open the door to yell at him, when I heard you talking to him.”

She paused. “What did I say?” Killian encouraged.

“You told him that if he really cared about me, he would respect my wishes to be left alone.”

“I do remember that. He told me to fuck off and mind my own business.”

“But you didn’t, and it’s what you said next that made me…begin to think of you as something other than a friend.”

His eyebrow raised in curiosity. “I don’t recall what I said, Love.”

“You said that…that a woman like me is a precious gift who should be told how wonderful she is every day, who shouldn’t be stalked and treated like a piece of property. Neal said something stupid about how you would never have a chance with a woman like me, and you said…”

“If I was ever lucky enough to be with a woman like you, I would treasure every moment and never be foolish enough to let her go,” Killian finished. “I didn’t know you heard all of that.”

“I did and it started me thinking about how lucky someone would be if they were your girlfriend, and then…then I started thinking about how I wished that someone was…me.”

“That was months ago, Emma. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Why didn’t you ever ask me out after I broke up with Neal?” she shot back.

He chuckled as he reached over to take her hand. “Point taken. Liam told me I was a coward for not asking you out. I denied it, but I guess he was right.”

“You told him about me?”

“I knew he could keep a secret since no one else can see him or hear him,” he grinned.

She studied their interlocked hands where they lay between them on the couch. “So…what happens now?” she asked.

“Now, since it appears you’re open to the idea, and if you accept, we go out on a date.” He expected - hoped - she would show excitement for his suggestion. He was disappointed when she simply began to chew on her lower lip and wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Emma, what is it? Would you rather not…”

“No,” she interrupted quickly. “No, Killian, I want to go out with you, I really do. It’s just…this whole thing with Neal’s ghost…I kind of wish it was over before we start dating. I want us to be able to go out, have fun and enjoy ourselves without being paranoid about his spirit hanging around.”

Killian’s head dropped a bit, but then he nodded. “I understand. The problem is, we have no idea of knowing when he’s going to move on. It’s been six years and Liam is still here.”

Emma whipped around to face him, eyes huge. “You think Neal could haunt me for years?”

“Calm down, Swan,” he soothed. “Liam’s spirit stays because he isn’t unwanted and his reasons for staying aren’t nefarious, like Neal’s. I’m quite sure you won’t have to put up with him for an extended period of time. We have a plan that we think will work.”

“I’m sorry, Killian. I know this isn’t fair to you after I finally admitted I want to date you.”

Dropping her hand, he lifted his arm to put it around her shoulders. “Come here, Love,” he urged. She slid over to curl up against his side. “I’ve waited this long, I can keep waiting for however long it takes his ghost to leave. In the meantime, we can still spend time together.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed. “This is nice.” Her fingers found the charms on the necklace he always wore, while he caressed her shoulder and periodically pressed kisses to the crown of her head.

After several minutes of comfortable silence, she turned her face up to look at him, sliding her hand up to cup his cheek. As her thumb brushed over his bottom lip, her eyes met his.

Killian watched her lick her lips, her intentions clear. He dipped his head, stopping just short as he flicked his eyes up to hers. The look in her crystal green depths told him what he needed to know. Still, he allowed the final decision to be hers.

She closed the distance, kissing him hesitantly at first, then tilting her head to deepen it. Her fingers stroked through his hair as her tongue traced the seam of his mouth, then slipped inside.

On the rare occasions when Killian pressed a kiss to her forehead, cheek or hand, he had marveled at the softness of her skin. Now, feeling her lips against his, her tongue exploring his mouth, he was drowning in the emotions she was stirring up.

He pulled back slightly and she chased after his lips, then glanced up to meet his awed gaze. His hand cradled her cheek, running silky strands of her hair between his fingers and thumb. Seeming to read his thoughts, she smiled to reassure him that this was indeed happening. Then he was kissing her again, slow and unhurried with a tenderness that he hoped conveyed the depth of his feelings for her.

When they finally broke the kiss, she snuggled back into his side with a contented sigh. “You’re right, Killian. We don’t have to wait for Neal to move on. He shouldn’t be allowed to steal our time together, like he’s stolen my sleep and peace of mind. He has already cost me too much and I’m not going to let him cost me the chance of a relationship with you.”

“You truly want that, Swan?” Killian asked, a sense of wonder evident in his voice.

She looked up at him again. “Yes, I do,” she replied confidently.

He sat up straighter and twisted his body toward her, cradling her face between his hands. “Emma, I would consider it the greatest honor to be in a relationship with you. I meant every word of what I said to Cassidy in the hallway that day. Not a day will go by that I won’t treasure the time I get to spend with you, and I will make sure you know how very special you are.”

She blinked several times and smiled. “Good,” she whispered, before engaging him in another kiss.

After a few more kisses, they cuddled up on the couch and ended up falling asleep there. Killian woke up around 4 AM with neck pain caused by sleeping in an uncomfortable position, but realized Emma was still in his arms. Carefully, he maneuvered both of their bodies until they were lying down, his back against the back of the couch and Emma tucked up against him, so he was spooning her. He was relieved that she didn’t awake - just mumbled something that sounded a lot like his name. Smiling, he wrapped her securely in his arms and fell back to sleep, his nose buried in her sweet mane of hair.

*********

Emma awakened slowly, her senses becoming alert one at a time. The first thing she realized was how safe she felt, something that had been sorely missing for weeks. Her hands found strong forearms wrapped around her middle. They were holding her gently but securely, and while lately she would have instantly panicked, this morning she knew she had nothing to fear. Next, she felt soft puffs of air against the back of her neck, accompanied by muffled snores, making her let out a small giggle. She also detected a delightfully familiar scent of musky cologne and body wash.

Killian.

As she snuggled into his embrace, thoughts of what transpired hours before flooded her mind. She tried for months to bottle her feelings toward this man, knowing she was still dealing with the shit show from her last relationship and not wanting to ruin her friendship with Killian. However, after hearing what he said to Neal outside her apartment that day a while back, she couldn’t seem to repress the attraction she felt. Every time she was with him, it grew stronger, especially with all of the physical touches he shared in an attempt to calm and reassure her since Neal began haunting her.

Thinking of the kisses they shared last night filled her with warmth and brought a smile to her lips - the same lips that could still taste and feel his own on them. She had never kissed anyone who was so receptive and undemanding, yet all-consuming. His entire being surrounded her to the point that she never wanted that feeling to end. If she could spend the rest of her days kissing Killian Jones, she would die a very happy woman.

As these thoughts flooded her mind, Killian shifted behind her and she could feel his body’s instinctive reaction to holding her close. Then she heard his breathing pattern change as he uttered a low groan. Unwilling to have him wake up embarrassed, Emma swiftly loosened herself from his grip and sat up, then slid to her knees on the floor in front of the sofa.

Scooting closer to look into his handsome face, she caressed his cheek, quietly saying, “Good morning, Killian.” Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to his forehead and watched in fascination as his eyes slowly blinked open, revealing his sapphire gaze. Her thumb brushed across his lips, conjuring a lazy smile from him.

He yawned widely and stretched both arms over his head, then wrapped them around her. “Good morning, Love,” he said, the sound of his voice both satin and gravel. She shivered involuntarily and he noticed. “Are you cold? I should have given you a blanket…”

“No, I’m not,” she assured him. “In fact, I woke up cozier than I can remember being for a very long time.”

“Mmm, so did I,” he said, yawning again before moving into a sitting position. “Would you like some coffee?”

“The elixir of the gods? Yes, please.”

He chuckled as he stood and walked toward the kitchen. Emma suppressed a chuckle of her own as she saw him trying to adjust himself surreptitiously.

She used the bathroom, then joined him in the kitchen. The coffee maker was already brewing and Killian was looking into the refrigerator. She walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He peered over his shoulder at her, overactive eyebrow arched. “Good morning to you, too! This is certainly a welcome way to treat the man who is going to fix you breakfast, Swan.”

“What are you making?” Emma inquired, feeling lighter than she had for as long as she could remember.

“Pancakes?”

“Do you have any bacon?.”

He reached back in the fridge and straightened up with a package of bacon in his hand. “I’ll accept a kiss as a thank you,” he grinned.

Humming happily, she moved closer, slid her hand up his arm and behind his neck, then leaned in to fulfill his request.

The conversation as he prepared breakfast and while they ate was lighthearted and animated, a far cry from the gloomy, depressing ones they had been having as of late. Emma helped clean up afterwards, then reluctantly told him she needed to go back to her apartment to take a shower and go to the grocery store.

“What time do you work today, Love?” Killian asked as he walked her to her door.

“Four to ten.”

He nodded. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

Turning to face him, she asked, “Are you still planning to, uh…to try to get into my nightmare?”

Unbeknownst to her, that comment had Killian fleetingly thinking about other things of Emma’s he would prefer to get into. “Aye,” he replied after a moment. “I’m hoping it works and this entire thing with Cassidy will be over tonight.”

“I hope so, too,” she exhaled. “God, I just really, really hope so.”

“I know,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms.

“Is Will going to be there tonight, too?”

“No, we’re not intending to have any equipment set up. I’ll bring the flux just in case, but we won’t be recording anything.”

She breathed in his comforting scent for several moments before pulling away to give him a brief kiss. “Okay, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Have a good day, Swan.”

“You, too.”

With a small wave and a smile, she went into her apartment. As soon as she entered, she felt a sharp, cold pain through her chest, as if an icicle had been plunged through it. She gasped and staggered backwards, managing to regain her balance before she fell. Hanging onto the back of the recliner, she struggled to get her racing heart rate under control.

Once she could breathe again, her eyes darted around the living room, trying to figure out what caused the pain. Seeing nothing, but feeling a familiar aura, she whispered, “Neal?” The same sensation tore through her again, leaving little doubt it was his ghost causing it.

Pain gave way to anger. “You possessive asshole! Go to hell! I mean, literally, GO. TO. HELL! Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

Cold speared through her once more, driving her to her knees. She lay down and curled into a fetal position, whimpering, “Leave me alone. Just leave me the fuck alone.”

It took her several minutes to get herself under control enough to stand and make her way out the door on legs so wobbly they barely supported her. Reaching Killian’s door, she weakly pounded her fists against it. When he opened it, she stumbled in, collapsing into his arms.

“Emma? What happened?”

“N-Neal,” she choked out. “He…he attacked m-me.”

“What? How?”

“I…he…” Feeling her knees beginning to buckle, she grasped at his shoulders to remain upright.

Killian scooped her up and carried her to his couch, but instead of laying her down, he sat, cradling her against himself. He didn’t ask any more questions, simply held her until her trembling subsided, murmuring comforting words into her hair.

Finally, she took a calming breath. “When I went into my apartment, this icy, sharp…pain went through me. It took my breath away. There was nothing there, but I had that…that feeling of being watched. When I asked if it was Neal, I felt the pain again. I knew he was there, so I started yelling at him, telling him to leave me alone and to go to hell. It must have pissed him off, because the third time the cold cut through me, it was worse than ever.”

She felt Killian’s arms tighten around her and when he spoke, his voice was low and menacing. “Is he still there?”

“I…I don’t know. I got out of there as soon as I could.”

“Before I go over there to find out, I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Closing her eyes, she tried to relax in his arms. “Just give me a minute. I’ll be fine.”

“Take all the time you need, Love. I have all the time in the world.”

She hated feeling so weak, and hated Neal even more for making her feel that way. She desperately needed Killian’s plan to work, because she truly felt like she couldn’t take much more of this.

After a few minutes, she took a deep breath, straightened her spine and looked Killian in the eye. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded vigorously. “Please just find out if that dickhead left my apartment.”

“As you wish,” he said, loosening his arms from around her so she could stand. “Let me go grab my EMF meter and thermometer.” He dashed back the hall to his office and returned momentarily with the necessary equipment in his hands. “Do you want to come with me?”

She considered for only a second. “Yeah. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of terrifying me to the point that I stay here cowering.”

Killian tilted his head and gave her a small, reassuring smile. “That’s my brave lass.” He stepped forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead before turning to lead the way out of his apartment.

She was getting ready to open her door, when he said, “Hang on a minute.” Setting the EMF meter on the floor, he switched it on, then hit the power button on the infrared thermometer as well. They both studied the readouts, determining there was no paranormal activity in the hallway.

“Ready?” he asked, collecting the instruments and standing up.

She nodded and turned the doorknob, but before she could enter, he stepped in front of her. “Let me go first, Swan. He might be ready to ambush you again.”

“Okay,” she gratefully conceded. She didn’t wish that pain on Killian, but she wasn’t sure she would be able to withstand it again.

He cautiously walked through the door, holding the thermometer out in front of him. The hum of the EMF meter was unchanging as he walked around the living room, through the kitchen, and down the hall. Emma stayed close behind him while he checked the bathroom and both bedrooms.

Finally, he let out a heavy breath, declaring, “He appears to be gone, Love. Nothing is registering out of the ordinary.” He switched off both devices and set them down on her bed. “But I can stay here with you if you want.”

Her automatic response would have been to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but she was severely spooked by what happened and didn’t want to be alone if Neal’s spirit returned. “I still need to take a shower, but if you really don’t mind, would you stay until I’m done?”

“Of course. I’ll be out in the living room, if you need me.”

Before he could collect his devices and leave her bedroom, she wrapped her arms around him. Immediately he enveloped her in his warmth and strength, which was exactly what she needed to calm her fearful thoughts. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on breathing evenly, Killian’s masculine scent making her feel safe again.

Given a choice, she would have stayed in his arms for hours. Since that wasn’t possible, she loosened her embrace, running her hands up his solid chest. “Thank you, Killian.” Sighing, she added, “I seem to be saying that a lot these days.”

He smiled at her reassuringly. “I told you I’d be here for you anytime you need me. I’m glad you’ve taken me up on that offer and that I’ve been able to help.”

Pushing up to her tiptoes, she kissed him, then tried to give him a smile. “Make yourself at home while I shower. The TV remote should be on the couch. I don’t have much to offer by way of snacks and drinks, except water. Thus, the reason why I need to go to the grocery store.”

“I’ll be fine, Love. Don’t worry about me.” After kissing her once more, he left the bedroom.

Emma showered, letting the hot water run over her body for longer than usual. When she emerged to a steam-filled room, she dried her hair and body with her largest, fluffy towel, then wrapped it around herself, tucking it in at the top to hold it in place. Unable to see her reflection in the fogged mirror, she used a hand towel to wipe it off…and screamed.

Neal’s apparition was behind her.

For the second time in her life, Emma fainted.

*********

Killian was skimming through a novel he found on Emma’s coffee table when he heard her scream. Jumping to his feet, he tossed the book onto the sofa and ran toward the bathroom.

“Emma!” he shouted, knocking insistently on the door. “Are you okay? Can you let me in?”

When he received no answer, he tried the knob and, finding it unlocked, threw open the door. Emma was lying on the floor unconscious. He knelt down beside her, frantically calling her name.

He was reaching the point of pulling out his phone to call 9-1-1, when she groaned softly, struggling to open her eyes.

“Emma, Love, what happened?” Killian asked urgently.

Her hazy gaze finally fixed on him. “Neal,” she said simply, then started to sob.

“I’ve got you, Love,” he crooned. He moved to sit beside her, then gently lifted her head to cradle it in his lap. He stroked her cheeks until her sobs began to subside, as she gulped in mouthfuls of air.

He swept his eyes down her body to see if she had any injuries, noticing for the first time that she was covered with only a blue striped towel that barely reached the top of her thighs. At the moment, her modesty was the least of his concerns.

Peering down into her face, he felt tears prick his own eyes at seeing the despair on her beautiful features. She was calmer now, but clearly still very upset.

“Are you able to tell me what happened?” he asked again.

She raised a shaky hand to her forehead. With the blow she must have taken when she hit the floor, he was concerned she might have a concussion. He gently caressed her temples, smoothing her damp, tangled hair away from her face.

“I got out of the shower,” she said hoarsely. After clearing her throat, she tried again. “The mirror was all steamed up, so I…I wiped it with a towel. When I looked in it, N-N…” her voice caught and a tear leaked from the corner of her eye.

Killian caught it with his thumb, his heart going out to her. He knew why she was having so much trouble saying the name, and it made his blood boil. How could a man claim to love a woman, then put her through something like this? The answer, of course, was that Neal obviously didn’t love Emma and probably never did. He just wanted her as a possession and even death wasn’t going to stop him.

But Killian would.

Right then and there, he renewed his vow to make Neal Cassidy move on to his eternal punishment. He couldn’t bear to see Emma tormented any longer.

“You saw Neal again?”

She nodded. “He was behind me, staring right at me in the mirror.”

“That’s why you screamed,” Killian stated matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, and that’s the last thing I remember.”

“Did he do or say anything?”

“No, he just scared me and that’s why I fainted. God, what is wrong with me? I’ve never passed out in my entire life, and now I’ve done it twice.”

“Nothing is wrong with you, Sweetheart. You have been exceptionally brave through this entire ordeal. What he’s been doing to you is enough to drive even the most valiant person to their knees.”

She muttered, “Or, in my case, flat on my back.” Pushing herself up to a sitting position, she requested, “Help me up, please.”

“Take it slow, Swan. If you hit your head on the floor when you fainted, it’s possible you could have a concussion.”

“I doubt it. I landed on this rug,” she said, gesturing to the plush blue rug on the floor. “Plus, I’ve had a couple of concussions, so I know how it feels to have one.”

“You’ve had more than one concussion?”

“When I was a bail bondsperson, I was always getting hurt…”

“You worked in bail bonds?” he questioned.

“Yeah, for about three years,” she explained.“I used to set honey traps quite often in the hotel bar where I work now. It got to the point where I knew how to make most of the mixed drinks just by watching the bartenders. After I nearly broke my ankle chasing down a skip one night, the manager of the bar offered me a job - said he was having trouble finding good help. It was an easy choice. With this job, I have regular hours, always know when I’m going to get my next paycheck, and don’t have frequent visits to the emergency room.”

He stood, extending his hand to gingerly pull her to her feet.

She looked down at herself. “I didn’t have time to get dressed. Stupid Neal, coming into the bathroom while I’m taking a shower. Even as a ghost, he’s a pervert.” Stepping in front of the sink, she started to raise her eyes to the mirror, but squeezed them closed instead. “Can you tell if he’s gone?”

“I don’t feel any cold spots. I can check with my equipment if it will set your mind at ease, but then, to set my mind at ease, I think we should go get you checked out.”

“Killian, I’m…”

“Please, Emma? If you do have a concussion, we’ll have to follow the protocol. If you don’t, at least we’ll have peace of mind.”

She sighed. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Good,” he said with a soft, reassuring smile. “Will you be okay if I go back out to the living room to turn on my devices?”

“Yeah, I should be, but just hang on a minute until I get up enough nerve to look in the mirror. If he’s there, at least you’ll be here to catch me this time.”

He moved to stand behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Ready when you are.”

Slowly, she let her eyes drift up until they locked on her reflection. “Wow.”

“Do you see him?” he asked, his grip on her tightening.

“No, but I do see a very handsome and charming man.”

He grinned at her, then sobered before asking, “How do you feel? Do you have a headache?”

“I have the beginning of one, so I agree that I should get checked out.”

He ran his hand over the back of her head, probing with his fingers. “It feels like you might have a bump. You ought to put some ice on it.”

“Yeah, probably.” Plucking at the towel wrapped around her body, she added, “But first, I need to get dressed.”

“I can’t say I dislike what you’re wearing,” Killian smirked.

“It’s a wonder the towel didn’t come off when I fell. Then you would have gotten a free show.”

He wiggled his eyebrows flirtateously. “Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t have minded.”

“Easy, Tiger. One step at a time,” she teased. “I think I’ll be alright getting dressed in my bedroom. If Neal decides to make an appearance there, hopefully I’ll pass out on the bed.”

“I honestly don’t think he will. He used a lot of energy this morning, and if his spirit works the way Liam’s does, he probably won’t return for quite a while.” He was glad to see her shoulders drop in relief. “While you dress, I’ll get you some ice from the kitchen freezer, then use the devices to check your apartment again, just to make sure.”

With a grateful nod, she grabbed her clothes and left the bathroom. He went into the kitchen, pulled ice trays out of the freezer and wrapped several ice cubes in a small kitchen towel. Then he went to the living room to switch on the equipment, and just as he suspected, there was so indication Neal’s apparition was still there.

When Emma came out of her bedroom, dressed in jeans and a band T-shirt, carefully pulling a brush through her snarled hair, Killian told her he didn’t find anything.

“It didn’t feel like he was still here,” she responded, sitting down beside him. “Of course, I couldn’t sense him in the bathroom either, so going by my feelings isn’t very reliable.”

“I think he just showed up for a second to give you a good scare,” he said, handing her the towel containing the ice.

“Well, he succeeded,” she said, holding the ice against the bump he had found behind her left ear. “If his goal is to kill me, all he has to do is play that little trick a few more times. My heart won’t be able to take it…and neither will my head.”

“We’ll get him to move on before he can do that, Emma. I swear to you we will.”

The corner of her mouth lifted in a small smile. Then, letting out a sigh, she said, “I need to eat something before I get checked out. After that, I still have to shop for groceries.”

“Why don’t you come over to my place and I’ll make lunch for us, then I’ll drive you to the hospital. After that, you should probably come home and rest, given what you’ve been through this morning. You can always put in a grocery order to be delivered, instead of going to the store.”

  “I’ve never had groceries delivered. I always thought it was for shut-ins and hermits.”

Killian laughed. “Believe it or not, ordinary, everyday people are allowed to use that service, too. I’ve had them delivered several times when I have nothing in my fridge and I’m too exhausted to go shopping after traveling for a ghost hunting trip.”

“Alright, but you’ll have to show me how to do it.”

“That’s not a problem. Just bring your grocery list and I’ll help you after we get back.”

Once they ate, Killian drove her to the hospital emergency room, where the doctor gave her a test that screened for concussions, ordered a CAT scan and examined her carefully. Nothing indicated that she had a concussion, but he advised them to watch for symptoms that might appear in the following hours and days. After giving them a list of things to watch for, he told her to go to the hospital if any symptoms appeared, advised her to take Tylenol as needed for pain, and sent them on their way.

When they got back to Killian’s apartment, he helped Emma order her groceries and put them away once they arrived. They took a nap together on her couch, and after she convinced him she was fine, he saw her off to work.

Then he went back to his apartment to call Will and Belle, realizing he had yet to tell them about being pulled into Emma’s nightmare and the plan the two of them devised for that evening.

*********

“I’ve never heard of a person being able to enter someone else’s dream,” Belle commented, after hearing Killian’s narrative. “I’ll have to do some research to see if there are any records of that ever happening.”

“D’ya really think you’ll be able to do it again, Kil?” Will asked.

“I don’t know, but I truly hope it works. Neal is ramping up his attempts to affect her physical and mental health.” He went on to relate the events of the morning.

“Oh my goodness!” Belle exclaimed. “Is Emma okay?”

“I took her to the ER and the doctor said to monitor her for the next few days to make sure she doesn’t show any symptoms of a concussion. She had a bit of a headache, but after taking pain meds and resting, she was able to go to work this afternoon.”

“She’s one tough lass,” Will said.

“Yes, she is,” Belle agreed. “You have to admire someone who is being bombarded like that, but keeps going.”

“Do you want me to be there tonight and try to catch it on video?” Will asked.

“I told Emma you wouldn’t be there and we wouldn’t be recording.” Killian hesitated a moment before speaking again. “I want to make something very clear to both of you. I don’t want anything about me being able to get into her dreams to be included in the episode.”

“I have a feeling there’s a specific reason behind that request,” Belle said.

“I don’t want viewers to know about it because they might think I would be able to do that for other people,” Killian explained. “I think the only reason I was able to do it for Emma is that I have a…connection to her.”

“Are ya sayin’ ya had a literal connection to her, boss?” Will asked cheekily.

“Will!” Belle admonished.

“Sorry, Love,” Will apologized, “but that was just too good an opportunity to pass up!”

When Killian didn’t say anything right away, Belle tactfully asked, “What exactly do you mean by having a connection to her, Killian?”

He was quiet a moment longer, mulling over how to explain what happened between him and Emma last night. “I haven’t told you everything, yet,” he finally began. “When I got back to my apartment after Emma’s nightmare, I couldn’t sleep. She texted me and asked to come over. We talked and…”

“And ya finally admitted yer madly in love with her?” Will interjected.

“Not quite, but I did tell her I want to date her.”

“Oh, good!” Belle exclaimed. “How did she react?”

“She, uh, she said she would like to date me, too, but we both decided we need to get this whole thing with Neal over with first.”

“Then let’s hope tonight will be the end of it,” Belle said.

“Aye, that’s what we’re hoping. After seeing what he did to her today, I’m very much afraid he’s going to keep trying to inflict bodily harm on her. Even though you won’t be here tonight, Will, would you mind keeping your phone nearby, just in case I need you for any reason? ”

“You got it, Kil. You know I’m only ten minutes away, so if there’s anything you and Emma need, I’ll be there for both of ya.”

“Thanks, Will. I appreciate it.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Belle asked.

“Pray that our plan works.”

*********

The closer the time came for Emma to get home from work, the more anxious Killian became. He was so antsy, he couldn’t sit still and found himself pacing around his apartment, continually checking his phone. When that didn’t make time pass more quickly, he busied himself trimming his beard, putting on sleepwear and brushing his teeth.

When Emma’s text telling him she was home finally came through, he grabbed the flux and was out of his apartment in a flash. He barely knocked once on her door, when it swung open. “Hey,” she breathed out, as though she had been holding her breath until he got there. Her hair was down and she was in her pajamas, too.

“Evening, Love,” he said, stepping inside and kissing her on the cheek. “How do you feel? How was work?”

“I feel fine. Work was pretty dead when I first got there, but it picked up this evening. I like it when it’s busy. Time seems to drag when it’s not. What have you been doing since I last saw you…” she glanced at the clock on her phone, “seven hours ago?”

He followed her to the sofa, sat down beside her and took her hand. “I called Belle and Will to tell them everything that happened last night and this morning. Then I caught up on answering questions people asked on my YouTube channel. Tried to watch the telly, but I couldn’t concentrate.”

“Thinking about what happened today?”

“Aye, and what might happen tonight.” After a moment’s pause, he asked, “Did you have any problems with a headache at work?”

“I took some medicine when I felt another one coming on, but that was six hours ago and it hasn’t come back.”

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, lost in thought as they tangled and untangled their fingers.

“I think I’m gonna make some hot chocolate,” Emma finally said, standing to her feet. “Do you want some?”

“No, thanks, Love. I find it difficult to sleep if I eat or drink anything besides water before going to bed. I’ll help you make it, though.” He stood and followed her into the kitchen.

She got out the milk and a pan, while Killian followed her instructions to find the cocoa and sugar. “I know my cupboard is a mess. Don’t judge me,” she said, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “That’s why I only let you put stuff in the fridge when we put away the groceries today.”

“It’s not that bad,” he said, then barely caught a box of Pop-Tarts as they fell off the shelf. They both burst out laughing, which seemed to break the tension.

Once her cocoa was made, he grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and they went back into the living room. As she blew on her hot beverage and sipped it cautiously, he picked up the novel he’d seen earlier. “Are you reading this?”

She swallowed the mouthful she had just taken. “I’ve been trying, but with all this shit going on with Neal, I haven’t gotten very far.”

“Would you like me to read it aloud? It might be relaxing for both of us.”

“That would be really nice.”

“You have a bookmark in here. Do you want me to start from there?”

“Honestly, I can’t even remember what’s happened so far, so you can start at the beginning.”

He nodded and flipped through the pages, clearing his throat before beginning to read. By the time he got to the third chapter, Emma had drained her mug of cocoa and was leaning against his side, battling to stay awake.

Killian turned the page and yawned widely before beginning to read again. Emma sat up and put her hand over the page. “You can stop now, Killian. You sound tired and I can’t keep my eyes open. I think it’s time to go to bed.”

“Aye, Love. I think you’re right. I’ll take care of the dishes while you brush your teeth.” Putting the book down on the table, he picked up her mug and carried it into the kitchen.

When he was finished, he went to Emma’s bedroom, tapping on the open door to announce himself. She was sitting on the edge of the mattress, her arms wrapped around a pillow in her lap. She looked up at him, giving him a weak smile.

He sat down beside her, putting his arm around her. “I know we both want this to be over tonight, but please try not to set your hopes too high. It may take several tries, or it might not happen at all.”

“Yeah, I know,” she sighed, “but after everything that happened this morning, I made up my mind that I’m done being scared. Now, I’m just pissed off, and I’m not gonna let him continue trying to control my life. If you’re able to break me out of that trance in my dream, I’m going to unleash on him.”

He gave her shoulder a squeeze and kissed her temple. “I will be very happy to see that happen, Swan.”

“It would be so nice to wake up in the morning knowing that I’ll never have to deal with that imbecile again.”

They got themselves settled under the covers, lying side by side and staring up at the ceiling, thoughts swirling.

“You never mentioned working in bail bonds before,” Killian said quietly. “What made you decide to do that?”

“I didn’t have many prospects after I graduated from high school. I had just aged out of the foster system and didn’t have any money to go to college or a trade school. I worked at Dunkin’ Donuts and this customer always came in during my shift. One day, she started asking me what I planned to do with my life, that I didn’t seem like the type to be satisfied with menial labor. When I explained my situation, she offered me a job at her bail bonds office. We realized pretty quickly that I had a knack for tracking people down, so she started taking me on stakeouts and showed me all the ropes. After working for her a year, I was going after skips on my own. Cleo was very proud of me.”

“I’m sure she was. Do you keep in touch with her?”

It took several moments for her to answer, and when she did, her voice was emotional. “She, uh…she died. A person she was chasing got aggressive and pushed her through a plate glass window. A shard punctured a main artery and she bled out before help could get there.”

His hand found hers. “I’m so sorry, Emma.”

“Thanks. Her assistant and I kept the office going for a while longer, but when I was offered the position at the hotel, we closed it. Johanna was close to retirement age anyway.”

“Do you think you’ll keep bartending for a long time?”

“I don’t know. It pays the bills and the tips are great, but it’s not what I want to do for the rest of my life.”

He turned his head to look at her. “If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?”

She licked her bottom lip, then pulled it between her teeth in contemplation. “I’d like to be a counselor, I think.”

“What kind of counselor?”

“For older foster kids who are getting ready to age out of the system. When I aged out, it was terrifying. I already had a job, so they just helped me find a place to live, and that was it. I was on my own.”

“You didn’t have any counseling at all?”

“Not at that time, but I have a friend who is a social worker and she said lately they’ve been hiring people to help phase foster kids into society when they age out.”

“I think you would be great at a job like that, Emma.”

She rolled her head and met his eyes. “Yeah, well, I would have to take college courses to do it and those aren’t in my budget right now, so who knows if it will ever happen?”

“There are grants and other types of financial aid available, and you could take courses part time while you continue to work. Perhaps you should look into it. It’s a noble dream and I’m sure with your drive and determination, you will make it happen.”

“Thank you, Killian. Maybe I will check into it,” she said, the last word cut short by a yawn.

“I think that’s our signal to go to sleep.”

“You, um, you have to be touching me to get into my dream, right?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s the way it works. Do you…how do you…”

“When we’ve slept on the couch, it’s been nice having you spoon me,” she said, almost shyly.

“I’m fine with that, if you are.”

In response, she turned onto her left side and reached behind her to grasp his arm, pulling it around her waist. “Even if Neal’s stupid ghost doesn’t show up tonight, at least I’ll be able to sleep, knowing you’re here with me.”

“As long as you need me, I’ll always be by your side, Emma.”

“Mmm, good to know,” she murmured, burrowing backwards to get closer to him. “Goodnight, Killian.”

“Night, Love.”

*********

“No!”

Killian was jolted awake when he heard Emma’s cry. They were in nearly the same position in which they had fallen asleep. He tightened his grip around her waist, feeling his nerves beginning to amp up. Her body was making little jerking movements and she was breathing in short gasps, so he knew she was beginning to dream.

He only had to wait a few minutes until he felt the same slight shock he had the night before. Then he was in the same dream world and Emma was in front of him, facing the other direction. He heard the chanting from Neal and was sure these were the whispers Emma said she kept hearing in her nightmares.

Without hesitation, Killian rushed around to face her and could see she was already in a trance. He took her by the shoulders and began to shake her. “Emma! Wake up!”, he shouted, but his actions had no effect on her whatsoever.

He looked behind himself to see Neal moving rapidly in their direction, screaming, “She’s MINE! She will never be yours! I came so close to killing her! Next time, I will succeed!”

The way Neal was swooping in, Killian knew he was coming for him and, even though it was a dream, he didn’t want to take the chance of being torn away from Emma. His mind raced desperately, trying to figure out a way to break through to her. Then Liam’s words came to him.

  Perhaps you could try a true love’s kiss.

Turning back to Emma, he pulled her closer and leaned in to kiss her. The moment their lips touched, a burst of what he could only call magic passed over them. Emma’s eyes popped open as she gasped, “Killian!” Then she looked over his shoulder and a gamut of emotions played over her face - surprise, fear and finally, anger.

Killian turned to see Neal’s spirit with a look of unadulterated fury on his face. Killian was between Emma and Neal, but she stepped around him and got in Neal’s face, her arms waving wildly to emphasize her words.

“You fucking bastard! I am not yours! I do not want to die and spend eternity with you! That would be literal hell for me! Leave me the fuck alone!”

Neal began rapidly circling them, apparently attempting to create a vortex to pull her toward him. She thrust her fist into the air, her hair whipping around her face, which wore a look of furious determination. “GO. TO. HELL!” she screamed.

Suddenly, they heard a deafening roar that was so loud, Killian clamped both hands over his ears. Squinting in the direction of the sound, he saw a chasm starting to open, its yawning opening belching out black, sulphurous smoke.

From the midst of the smoke, a gigantic beast with huge, curved horns and fire shooting out of its eye sockets emerged. Its mouth was wide open as it emitted another eardrum piercing roar. Other screeching figures, with flaming tongues, swirled around the beast’s massive legs.

Killian stood rooted to the spot, but he felt no fear. He knew these monsters weren’t a threat to himself or Emma. They were here for one reason - to drag Neal to his eternal punishment.

Neal must have realized it, too, because he stopped spinning around them and tried to flee in the opposite direction from the chasm. It was no use, though. The screeching figures descended on him, swiping at him with their razor sharp claws, as the beast stomped closer.

Emma and Killian wrapped their arms around each other, watching the scene in fascinated horror. He heard her attempting to say something to him. “What?” he shouted.

She moved closer and yelled into his ear, “Is that a Hell beast?”

He nodded furiously. “I think so.”

Neal’s screams were so loud, they could hear them over the continuous roaring. “EMMA! HELP ME! DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME! EMMA, NO!”

The beast grabbed his shoulders with its sharp talons. Neal clawed frantically at the air, his face a mask of complete terror. The screeching figures began wrapping around his legs, squeezing tightly and viciously biting at them.

Neal twisted around until he was facing the monster, and obviously immediately regretted that action. The beast’s mouth opened even wider, and for a split second, Killian thought it was going to bite Neal’s head off. Instead, it spat noxious fumes into his face, causing him to retch violently.

His body continued convulsing as the hell beast threw him down and turned to head back toward the chasm. The other beings unwrapped themselves to follow their master. Emma turned to look at Killian, a look of disbelief on her face. “Aren’t they taking him?” she asked.

He was opening his mouth to answer, when suddenly Neal’s piercing scream once again rang out. Emma and Killian turned to see fiery, barbed whips flying out of the black hole, wrapping around Neal’s body and extremities. He was dragged backwards, his hands scrabbling futilely at the ground, his face disfigured with panic and pain.

“EMS! EMMA, PLEASE! NOOOOO! HELP ME, EM…”

Emma buried her face in Killian’s chest as Neal’s words were cut off, having been pulled into the gaping, hellish abyss. The roaring sound intensified as if the demons themselves were screeching out their glee over claiming another soul. Then, with a whoosh, the chasm slammed shut and there was silence.

Emma sat up in bed with a gasp, Killian right beside her. She turned to him with eyes the size of saucers. “Oh my gosh! Was that real?! Were you there? Did you see…”

“Aye, Love,” Killian said, trying to sound calmer than he felt. His heart was racing so fast, he could barely get the words out.

“Do…do you think it’s over? Is he gone for good?”

“I would bet money that he met his eternal demise and will no longer be haunting you.”

“Even though it happened in a dream?”

Killian mulled it over. “I think…” he began, considering how to explain it. “Your nightmares were Neal’s way of manipulating you. I don’t think you were dreaming the conventional way. My theory is that he was creating the nightmares and pulling you into them. That’s how he could put you in a trance and make you feel like you were tied and gagged.”

She was looking at him quizzically, clearly trying to comprehend what he was saying.

He took her hands and continued. “Since it wasn’t a conventional dream, but one of his making, I’m pretty sure that what took place actually did happen. I’ll continue to monitor your apartment for a few days, but I honestly think he’ll never bother you again.”

Emma stared at him for several long beats, then collapsed against him, her body shaking with sobs. He held her, stroking her hair and whispering reassurances, wondering if her outpouring of emotion was out of relief or a reaction to the horrors she just witnessed.

Finally, her weeping ceased, her body slowly relaxing against him. He thought perhaps she had fallen asleep, when he heard her whisper something. Bending his head to hear her better, he asked, “What did you say, Love?”

“How did you do it? How did you get to me and break me out of the trance?”

His hand automatically reached up to scratch nervously behind his ear. “I was able to get into your dream immediately and I saw you standing there, just like last time. Neal was coming and I knew he was going to try to separate us.”

He paused, and when he didn’t continue, she leaned back to look up into his face. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t get you to wake up. Then I…I thought of something Liam suggested.”

“What was it?”

“I told him about being in your dream, seeing you catatonic and not being able to break you out of it. He said, uh…he said I should try…true love’s kiss.”

He studied her reaction. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. “You…you kissed me?”

More nervous scratching. “Aye.”

“And it worked?”

He dipped his head in a nod. “Aye.”

“You woke me up with a true love’s kiss? But that…that means you…” Her words trailed off and she stared at him, her breathing quick and shallow.

“That means…I love you,” he said quietly.

“But doesn’t it…” she began, then changed directions. “In fairy tales, for a true love’s kiss to work, both people have to love the other person, don’t they?”

He looked up through his lashes at her. “Aye,” he stated simply.

Her head bent forward, but he could still see her eyes darting around, as if to seek an answer amongst the bed sheets. “I…I’ve never had any luck with love. Every time I was close to falling for a guy, something happened. Neal was the only one I ever…”

It was as if she was talking to herself, reciting a monologue to try to make sense of her feelings. Killian remained quiet, allowing her to work through it without interruption.

She stopped talking and her body became completely still. Minutes stretched on, and he was beginning to wonder if he had declared too much, too soon.

Suddenly, her head whipped up and she looked at him, dumbfounded. “With you, it’s different. I feel different. I trust you. I feel safe and protected when I’m with you. I can talk to you about anything and you listen. I look forward to seeing you every day, and these last few weeks, all I want is to be with you. I know you’ll take care of me and I want to take care of you. Is that…is that what love is?”

He reached up, tenderly running his fingers along her cheek. “Aye, Love. I think that’s exactly what it is.”

“That’s why it worked, then. Because I love you, Killian.”

A slow smile spread across his face before he dipped his head and captured her lips, sealing their declarations with another true love’s kiss.

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[flowerbeds-and-fairywings]

Howdy Wren!

It's been so long, please know I've been thinking of you and hope you're doing well- my ask box is always open for you to come share things that have made you happy recently and of course to talk about your different f/os and what y'all have been up to :D! Likewise, my DMs are always open for you to chat anytime ✨️💙

I wanted to tell you that recently, I've read a good amount of different Austen books- I've reread Pride & Prejudice, read Persuasion, and am going to try reading Emma soon! What is your favorite book from Austen's works? I think I'm very fond of Pride & Prejudice most but Anne from Persuasion is such an endearing character 🥺!! She reminds me of some of my QPs ;--;

Also, I finally got my hands on a copy of Les Misérables! I wish I could read it with you ;--;! I've been enjoying finally reading about dear Jean (just finished the whole Bienvenue backstory which was also! Very enjoyable!) and am excited to read about Cosette (I hope I get inspired to write more fics about those two and Mercedes sometime soon :'>) and also learn more about your boyo, Combeferre first hand!

I hope this finds you in good health and good cheer!

Tex @tex-treasures

@tex-treasures

hello tex !! let me say it’s always a joy to receive asks from you, they always make me smile and it makes me feel so special ✨ it’s like a little letter !!

aw, thank you 🥺 the same is true for you !! you’re welcome to stop by anytime. i haven’t been too active recently due to irl and personal things, but i’m starting to feel better, so i do hope to be a little more active here soon ú^ù i do miss it !!

oh my goodness ? i hope you’re enjoying them !! i love the austen stories. pride & prejudice is my favourite, definitely !!! after all, my beloved mr. bingley happens to be from it ( we … might be courting 💕 ) !! however, i do really like persuasion. it’s such a sweet story. the 2007 film made me cry, in a good way !! i definitely recommend watching it once you’ve read the book. i do also really like emma, though ! mr. knightley is definitely one of my favourite austen characters. ✨

omg !! good luck with the brick !! i’m so glad you’re getting to really enjoy reading about your man ✨ be careful of when mr. hugo starts talking about mysterious men with incredible strength that definitely aren’t valjean …. because it’s probably valjean 👀😂 . i’m excited for you to properly meet combeferre !! … although, it will be a while until you get there 😂 he doesn’t show up until book four, chapter one ( marius, “a group which barely missed becoming historic” ) , and even once he does show up, he doesn’t .. get much appearance time. i still love him, though, very much !!! and i hope you get to have a fun time properly meeting him and the other amis ✨

this message has certainly given me a smile to receive, and a smile to respond to ✨

i hope you’re doing well !! good vibes are coming your way !! 🌸✨

[qqueenofhades]

Hi Hilary! Since you're rewatching ouat at the moment, how about some captain swan if you're so inclined, or maybe even sam/jack? I feel like smutty prompt no. 24 could work for either 👀... anyways, very happy holidays to you and yours 💕

There is, for once, not much happening in Storybrooke this afternoon. Smoke curls into the gunmetal-grey of the Maine winter sky, though it's been too warm to snow much and if Leroy really wants to barge through town yelling about some impending doom, he should read up on global warming and go hog-wild. Nonetheless, Emma is devoutly glad that he's not, and that in the blessed absence of Savior duties, three days before Christmas, she has other plans to spend the time. If they happen to involve a warm and amorous pirate husband, well --

"Hold still, Swan," Killian murmurs, with an appropriately devilish gleam in his eyes. "I'm doing something."

Emma herself is properly cross-eyed, but she still manages to huff, puff, fortunately not blow their house down, and give him a deeply evil look. "Killian, I swear, if you don't stop teasing me -- "

"Patience, lass," he murmurs, brushing feather-light kisses across the top of her thigh. "Good things come to those who wait."

Well, Emma thinks vindictively, a damn three-hundred-year old man would think that, especially one as single-minded as Killian Jones. (At least he's putting all that practice to good use, rather than, you know, trying to murder Gold at every opportunity.) She grips the headboard with both hands, bites down hard on a moan (Henry, after all, is off school for the holidays, and the last thing she wants is him running in thinking that she's being attacked by some festive tree monster), and whines, wriggles, and generally does not succeed in not totally disgracing herself. "You're the worst," she grinds out. "The worst."

"Oh, then?" Affecting faux disappointment, Killian sits back on his heels -- naked as the day he was born, dark hair rakishly tousled, blue eyes gleaming with pure wickedness, and God, she wants, she wants, and sometimes she still can't believe that she gets this, him, them. "Guess my work here is done, then. I'll just pop off and leave you to complete the business yourself, eh?"

"How about you use that mouth for something other than talking nonsense?" Emma crooks an autocratic finger at him. "That's an order, Captain."

"Aye, aye." Killian stretches himself out on top of her, bracing himself on hand and shortened arm, and Emma gasps out loud as they finally join into one. "You know, darling, you only had to ask."

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[write-and-buried]

Ma’am? MA’AM???! I just finished your two porn star Dieter fics and?????!!!!!!!

Full reblog when my brain is back online but HOLY SHIT

(Also hi, hello, I’m Emma 😅💕)

HI EMMA!!*@*$; ITS YOUR FAULT I HAVE A LACTATION KINK SO IT FEELS FAIR

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

I love that sloppy messed up dirty talking himbo so much ❤️❤️ I'm so glad you love him too

[snowbellewells]

@whimsicallyenchantedrose This chapter seemed to have more bright spots for Emma, or at least the potential that more light could be coming her way. In particular, I loved that you had Captain Nemo come to visit, and offer to stay with Neal for a bit so she could have a break and a bit of peaceful time to herself. He is a character I always enjoy seeing used in fics - as I wish we’d had the chance to see him more in canon - and he seemed perfectly suited to the role you’ve given him in this story. I like too that he sends Emma to be near the water: “I’ve come to give you a break,” he said.  “I’ve no doubt you haven’t had one since this infernal storm began.  Go visit the shore, take in the fresh sea air.  The sea can sometimes be a fickle mistress, but today she’s calm and serene, and she’ll be a balm to all troubled souls.” Maybe that will be something she and Killian could have in common once they meet? (Because of course they’re going to meet… 😉)

And you can hardly help but be endeared to this story’s version of Mary Margaret, so happily dancing with joy and so open and welcoming to Emma once she realizes her presence! I can still see why seeing the happiness the other woman has, that it would seem it will always be denied her, would be painful to Emma. All the same, I am glad that while they talked and got to know each other, those cares and concerns fell off of Emma’s shoulders for a time. I hope they will become close indeed, given time. 💕

And we finally meet Killian! Though, poor guy, sounds like he is also unhappy and unsatisfied, and about to be in for a rough go of it….

At the Dawn There is Rejoicing--a birthday gift for @kmomof4 (Chapter 2)

Summary:  Birthday gift for Krystal, @kmomof4. Based on the story of Leslie Moore and Owen Ford in the book Anne’s House of Dreams–the 5th book in the Anne of Green Gables series.  Emma Gold has led a difficult life.  Her brother and her father died when she was a child, and she was then coerced into marrying the odious Neal Gold.  She thought she’d been granted a reprieve when he was believed to be lost at sea–only for him to return disabled and in need of a caregiver.  Killian is a newspaper reporter who is tired of his routine life.  When he falls ill, his editor forces him to take a sabbatical.  What will happen when Emma takes Killian in as a border for the summer?

Word Count: 1698

Other Chapters: (Prologue) (1) (3)

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A few weeks later, Emma was sitting at her little kitchen table one evening attempting to unwind after another long day, when Captain Nemo came for a visit.  He and Granny made a point of coming down to her little gray house several times a week–sometimes alone, sometimes together.  Emma suspected their visits were more a matter of charity than anything else, but she wasn’t too proud to welcome them all the same.  After all, it got so very lonely out here with only Neal for company.

“Quite the storm we had, wasn’t it, Mistress Gold?” Captain Nemo asked after she’d invited him in and offered him tea, which he politely declined.  “Stormed for three days straight if it was an hour.”

“At least there was no real damage this time,” Emma said.  “That last autumn storm nearly ripped the roof off of my chicken coop.”

Nemo merely grunted in agreement.  “Granny told me you’ve been having a rough go of it with Neal.”

Emma grimaced.  Some days were harder than others, that was for sure.  “He’s always a bit more mischievous when he’s cooped up and can’t go outside as he likes.  Poor Granny!  She’s alright, isn’t she?”

Granny had ventured to Emma’s home earlier that day, as soon as the aforementioned storm had broken to see how she was doing (and to share the latest gossip from the harbor and the glen.  Granny was nothing if not entertaining.)  On a whim, the women had decided to fry a batch of donuts, and Neal, in one of his more cantankerous moods, had picked up a piping hot one, fresh from the oil, and plopped it directly on the back of the older woman’s neck.

She’d subsequently blistered Neal with her tongue until he ran away to lick his metaphorical wounds.

Captain Nemo chuckled.  “She’s no worse for wear Mistress Gold, no worse for wear.  She did have quite the diatribe for men in general, and your husband in particular, and I gather Neal had a near escape from having the entire pot of boiling oil dumped directly over his head, but otherwise, no harm done.”

“So what brings you here tonight?” Emma asked with a smile. (Captain Nemo never failed to bring out her good humor, no matter how trying a day she might have had.)

“I’ve come to give you a break,” he said.  “I’ve no doubt you haven’t had one since this infernal storm began.  Go visit the shore, take in the fresh sea air.  The sea can sometimes be a fickle mistress, but today she’s calm and serene, and she’ll be a balm to all troubled souls.”

For a moment, Emma considered refusing, after all, Neal was her responsibility.  She couldn’t ask someone else–even such a kind and generous soul as Captain Nemo–to watch him for her.

But then she thought of how very soothing and relaxing it would be to sit down by the shore and look out at the horizon as the sun set over the waters.

“If you really don’t mind…”

“Nothing to it,” Nemo said with a confident grin.  “Neal and I will have a fine time together.  Take your time.”

Not standing on ceremony, Emma did just that, grabbing her shawl–it was, after all, a chilly evening–and walking briskly to the shore.

She’d barely seated herself on one of the large rocks that lined the harbor when she realized she was not alone.  A few yards away, she saw the doctor’s wife walking along the shore.  Suddenly she stopped, laughed to herself, picked up her skirts and began dancing, twisting, twirling, pirouetting while her curly dark hair flowed out behind her in wild abandon.  Everything about the woman shouted joy.

For a long moment, Emma merely watched, indecision firmly planted on her face.  She knew she should have paid a call to Mrs. Nolan–after all, the newlywed couple were her nearest neighbors, and common courtesy demanded it–but every time she made up her mind to do so, she balked.

They were so obviously happy and optimistic and carefree that it radiated off of them, and try as she might, Emma could not overcome her resentment.  She’d never have a life like that.  Never.

And yet…at the same time, something inside of her longed to get to know Mrs. Nolan, longed for the almost contagious joy that surrounded her like a cloak.  

Longed, more than anything, for a friend her own age.  Some days she was so very lonely she could hardly stand it, and if she could have a friend who lived only just across her field, well, that could be a beautiful thing.

Emma continued to watch the other woman, struggling with her indecision about whether to call out to her or to withdraw, when Mrs. Nolan suddenly spotted her.  She stopped abruptly, her cheeks going very pink in obvious embarrassment.

“Oh!” she said in surprise.  “I didn’t realize you were there.  You must think me quite a fool for dancing like a child.  You must excuse me, though.  I haven’t been a bride for very long, and lovely evenings like this make me feel like a little girl again.”

Emma smiled in spite of herself.  There was something so refreshing and endearing about the doctor’s wife.

“I’m Mary Margaret Nolan,” the woman continued, moving closer and taking a seat on a nearby boulder.  “My husband’s the new doctor, and we live in that little white house on the harbor.”

“I know who you are,” Emma said.  “And I’m Emma Gold.  Mrs. Neal Gold, and I live in the gray house up there.”

She couldn’t stop the bitterness of her tone when she spoke her married name.

Mary Margaret’s brows rose at the information.  “You’re Mrs. Gold?” she asked in surprise.  “You’re not at all what I was expecting!”

Emma tilted her head.  “You had expectations of me?”

Mary Margaret laughed. “From the way Granny spoke of ‘Mrs. Neal Gold’, I was expecting a bustling, middle-aged housewife who hen pecked her husband mercilessly.”

“You know Granny?” Emma asked?

“Oh yes!” Mary Margaret answered.  “She’s the dearest old lady in the world, isn’t she, and so funny!”

Emma laughed, liking this woman instinctively.  For a good half hour the two talked and laughed and got to know each other.  By the end of the conversation, Emma felt like she’d known the other woman all her life.

“Well, I’d best be going,” Mary Margaret said finally.  “David will be returning home soon–he had several house calls to make in the glen this evening, and, well, I don’t want him to have to come home to a dark, cold home.”

Suddenly the spell was broken.  For a beautiful half hour, Emma had forgotten her lot in life, but then it all came rushing back.  She got quickly to her feet and turned toward her home saying abruptly, almost coldly, “Yes, I must also get home to my husband.”

She saw the confusion in Mary Margaret’s eyes at her change of tone.  “We must be friends after this,” Mary Margaret said tentatively.  “We are neighbors after all.  You must come down to our little House of Dreams and visit!”

For a moment, Emma merely stood, her back to Mary Margaret, and then she turned, pasting on a smile she hoped looked sincere.  “If you really want me to.”

“Of course I do!” Mary Margaret enthused.  “Come whenever you want!  You’re always welcome!”

“And…and you,” Emma said haltingly. “You may come down to see me as well if you want.”

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Montreal

Killian Jones got up from his desk and stretched, feeling the weariness engulf him.  He’d just put the finishing touches on the article he’d just written for the Gazette and he’d need to have it to his editor, Mr. Lancelot DuLac, within the hour.

Writing had always been Killian’s passion–second only to his love of the sea–but he’d never have expected his prowess with the written word to lead him here.  As a rather junior writer for one of the biggest newspapers in the city, he was assigned all manner of tedious stories, and the dull assignments seemed to sap the life right out of him.

Killian had grown up hearing stories from his parents–stories of his Prince Edward Island ancestors, their trials, tribulations, triumphs and sorrows.  When he was a lad, he’d dreamed of writing the Great Canadian Novel, a thrilling page turner that would set the country aflame.

If only he’d ever been able to find a sufficient plot and the inspiration to put pen to paper and bring it to life!

Instead, he’d settled for the drudgery of writing human interest stories for The Montreal Gazette.

Killian yawned, feeling a bone-deep weariness settle over him.  He was tired of his life, tired of his job, just plain tired.  He’d worked so hard, trying to make a name for himself, that he was close to total burnout.

“You’ve more than earned a vacation,” Mr. DuLac had told him just that morning, commenting on how pale and tired he looked.  “Take it!  Can’t have my employees dropping from sheer exhaustion.”

Killian had brushed his boss’s suggestion aside at the time, but now…well, now he was beginning to wonder if DuLac had a point.  Maybe it was time for a break.

Killian put his finished article in an envelope and placed it on his editor’s desk just as the first coughing spasm came over him.  He headed home, swigged some rum, trying to stave off the sore throat and dry hacking cough he felt coming on, before going to bed.

By the morning, all thoughts of newspapers and novels and vacation and burnout were gone, displaced by fever, coughing and wracking body aches.  Killian began to realize he might be in very serious trouble.

Notes: At least Emma has met a new potential friend, right?  That’s got to count for something!

Yes, Killian has fallen ill, but never fear.  It’s far too early in the story for me to kill him off!

Up next: Emma (somewhat reluctantly) becomes friends with the Nolans and finds that maybe opening her heart to friendship is a risk she’s willing to take.  Meanwhile, Killian battles pneumonia.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[alltheselights]

Omg Emma, I accidentally fell down a weird Tumblr rabbit hole and stumbled upon rad solo louie blogs and holy shit, I'm truly horrified. I can't imagine actually /hating/ on Harry that much...like, I don't agree with a lot of things he does but some of the stuff they said made my heart hurt haha

Anyway, only mentioning this to say that I'm so glad I follow you because you respect both of them equally but still never shy away from criticizing them if necessary. God, I really do respect that and respect the hell Outta you too 💕

Alsooo, I definitely remember that you've answered this before but I wasn't able to find it on your blog so I ask again, what are your favourite personality traits of H+L that drew you to them? ✨ Really need some H+L positivity rn

Hi bub! This is very nice, thank you so much!! So the first one in the band that caught my attention was Louis, mainly due to his sense of humor. I still love that about him, but when I got to know his personality a little better over more time of being a fan, he’s remained my favorite because of his selflessness and kindness. I think far too often in this fandom, Louis’ humor and banter is misrepresented as him being mean and rude, but he actually the sweetest person with the biggest heart and I love that about him. 

For Harry, I also really enjoy his sense of humor and I think he doesn’t get credit for how funny he is most of the time, though we don’t get to see it as frequently with his public image as it is now. I also appreciate how polite and kind Harry is to everyone. He’s always seems like a perfect gentleman and honestly, I feel like that’s extremely rare these days.

[lovely-renard]

PLS THAT'S CUTE 😭💕 omg, you're almost there! I'm very happy, I hope you're doing well so you can rest properly <3 I'm fine thanks!

thanks for telling me 😭 it had come out that it was sent, but apparently not 😐 luckily I remembered what I had put. I'm glad! I was able to see some creators who felt their events as a job more than something to enjoy and celebrate :/

okay! I'm going to pass you subs that I know give quick results or worked. I send them to you by DM? If you want I can send them to you here, however you feel comfortable ^^

THE FUTURE THAT THEY SHOWED US OF EMMA AND DRAKEN WITH THE GANG IN THE LIVING ROOM 😭😭 I'm sad, we will never have that and what makes me saddest is remembering that Emma died on his back 😃🔫 me too 💀 I JUST SEE THE SPOILERS, WHAT THE FUCK WITH SANZU? I just took him out of my top 5 and I'm going to stick that tube in his ass 😀 Are they going to take away the only female figure we have left? (pulling hina out)

THE SAME IS HAPPENING TO ME and my cousin asked me when I was going to have a boyfriend 😐 sis, that's rude. mmm it can also be, but the last thing that is lost is hope, you could try with LOA, sure it helps you! ok i just made a list of attributes to manifest someone, now i have to wait lol

YOU'RE THE CUTE ONE HERE 💕 I'm just stressing over my last exams but other than that i'm doing OK dw!

Tumblr really be eating asks, the AUDACITY of this app seriously 🤨 but i have your submission now!! I'll work on it as fast as I can :) that's sad that some creators are not having fun while celebrating, it should be a fun time and not putting pressure and stress on them 🙁

You can totally send them in DM (they should be open) thank you doing this for me <33

OMG SHUSH THIS PANEL LIVES IN MY MIND RENT FREE i've never been more sad of my entire life, i remember i fell from my couch when I read that part and i started repeating "No... You got to be kidding me" I won't forget Mikey face too when he realized Emma was cold that killed me 💀 LMAOOO "i'm gonna stick that tube in his ass" no but seriously I know we don't know what really happened that day but still is this a reason to beat your sister?? 🤨 I'm waiting to see WHY he hates Senju so much and she better not die or I'll riot

HAHAHA please i hate when my family asks me if i have a cute boy in my life like no grandma, not every boy is falling for me and the only one I love is a dude from a volleyball manga 😐 I hope LOA helps me because at this point I just crave attention from someone shksbdkd :')

[snowbellewells]

@kmomof4 Oh wow 😮 Let me tell you what, I am SO GLAD now that I don’t have to wait a week for the final chapter!!! Leaving us hanging there would have just been cruel! And not only has stupid Cora gotten her arrested for theft, but it was before the carriage came round - the Jones family won’t even know where to look for her!! I shouldn’t even be surprised, but just as in the show, Cora always manages to be just a little bit worse than you even remembered. 😡

Putting the evil stepmother-ness of Cora aside for a minute, I was so touched by Killian’s conversation with his mother. Krystal, that was beautiful!! The way she assured him that he was her son, she loved him, and she would support him no matter what was just what he needed to hear to finally admit that it had to be Emma. He loved her and needed her to be in his life permanently. It really was so neat to see inside his understanding of the love his mother and father must have shared and the empathy she had for others looking for that. “Killian felt a lump rising in his throat. He wondered if there was anyone who would cry over him more than a decade after he died. It was a humbling thing to be in the presence of True Love. His parents found it and had the good sense to recognize and cherish it. Few were so fortunate.”

He had to find out she was the masked woman from the ball, of course. That secret couldn’t have been between them forever, but it was still sad to see his hurt and anger at being misled and kept on the dark, and just when he was about to tell her how he truly felt.

And then Emma’s goodbye to Lady Jones! It was heartbreaking, even as they both had so much respect and affection for each other, you knew that she didn’t really have to go, but couldn’t stay without it hurting either. 🥺😢😭

I couldn’t help wanting to hug Mary Margaret and shake David too. I know you’ve said you don’t intend to write that story, but I really captured how I felt for Penelope when Colin said something similar in Bridgerton. Sheesh! MM handled with class though, and bless Liam for insisting on seeing her home. 💕

This whole chapter has me pulled all over in every direction. I am hurting for everyone, but trusting it will all work out somehow. You’ve done it again - right on the edge of my seat!!!

A Mistress to No One Part 3 Ch. 9

We are back, y’all!!! And I should warn you, this chapter is a doozy!!!

Again, don’t yell at me too hard, please…

All the love and thanks in the world to four very special ladies. @hollyethecurious​ for all her love and support and for whom this fic was written, @jrob64​ and @zaharadessert​ for their betaing help and getting me unstuck, and @motherkatereloyshipper​ for her manips I used in all the artwork. Love you ladies to the moon and back again!!!

Summary: Bastard Emma Swan enjoys one night of pure magic and romance in the midst of a life of drudgery and abuse- attending a masquerade ball and meeting aristocrat Killian Jones. Two years later, the same man she met on the best night of her life reappears, saving her from a dire fate in the process.

Now, she must keep herself from falling in love with a man she can never have. But when that proves impossible, is there any hope for a happy ending between two people from such vastly different worlds?

Rating: M (smut in a previous ch)

Words: almost 6900 of approx 61,6K

Tags: Birthday Fic, Inspired by Benedict’s Story in Bridgerton, Smut

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[gretagerwigsmuse]

okay fine! maybe i will also rewatch the barbie movie tonight 💕

You glance around the theater as the previews roll, the costumes and bright pink of the people in the room standing out as you snack. You’re a little underdressed, it seems. - this is so sweet already! i wanna picture rebel going back with april and both of them dressing up! maybe they even bring liam with them (don’t get me started on badass/cool aunt rebel sneaking him into oppenheimer 💀 he’s gonna get quite the eyeful of miss flo 🤭)

You doubted you’d even cry. - REBEL!! my sweet girl!

April had gotten it all right when she said that the movie dually captured the reality of what it was like to be a woman while also the beauty of it too - and you hadn’t anticipated it cutting so deep. - and that’s why i loved barbie so much!

But sometimes you craved having someone to teach you how to do your make-up, someone to gossip with over a glass of wine, someone to guide you when you didn’t know where else to go. - oh sweet girl! i wish she had carole in her life for all of that and the bit about wanting to go to carole for advice 🥺

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever known. You may not see it, but Rebel is only a small part of you.” - obviously we’ll never know for real, but i imagine that it can weigh on these pilots always being referred to as their callsign? and always having to be that person? you’re always reminded of that moment when you got it? so much so that you may feel like you always have to be it? and it breaks your heart in a way? because i know when i write bradley, sometimes he just wants to be bradley? he doesn’t want to be rooster? and i think having a callsign like rebel, would do something similar? she can’t always be a rebel and be strong and rebel even can have negative connotations that she doesn’t want to think of anymore? idk i’m rambling but i like to think that after a while bradley goes from calling her rebel every now and then in addition to her name, to just calling her by her name?

“You know, one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because of how much you care for others. And I know- I know what the Navy did to you is never going to go away and I am glad you left it behind, especially because those things- they’re ingrained into the culture of that place. But what if- what if there was a way for you to help others? You always say how there wasn’t anybody to help you, but what if you were there to help the girls still in it?” - i love how you’ve chosen this path for her post navy! like seriously it makes me so so happy, like even having one girl not go through what rebel did is enough, to think of the countless girls she can help? and i like that bradley got her thinking about it, especially invoking on her kindness and how that made him fall in love with her? because she is kind, but only to those that deserve it, and that’s something i can totally agree with

“…and yet you guys are going as Ncuti Ken and Emma Barbie?!” - they were also my favorites!!! ugh i love emma and ncuti has such amazing energy and moxie as an actor!!

what was i made for?

note: i wrote this piece after seeing the Barbie movie in july and got so enraged by what happened at the golden globes that i just had to finish this. i don't know if anyone will read this but i just wanted to post it. Rebel is my most special girl. (@cottagecori unknowingly came up the ending to this fic)

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You squeeze Liam’s shoulder, passing him the ticket. “And what do you say if anyone asks why you’re in there without an adult?” 

“Your stomach was bothering you, so you went to the bathroom.” 

“And?” 

“Then I text you to come back to the theater.” 

“Correct. And?”

“Um…” 

“Not a word of this to your dads, do you understand me?” 

He nods eagerly. 

You hum, letting him go. “Have fun, kid.” 

Liam’s grin is wide as he bounds into the theater across the hall as you sigh. 

Liam had only been with Jake and Javy for about four months now, and already knew exactly how to play you to get what he wanted. 

You weren’t exactly sure who had put their foot down about Liam seeing Oppenheimer, but regardless, Liam’s dads had said no, leaving the boy disappointed. Apparently, his best friend Carter had an older sister who had snuck their whole friend group into Oppenheimer the week before while Liam had been in Savannah with his dads. 

So, when you had suggested seeing a movie today to keep Liam occupied, he’d had a look on his face you just knew you wouldn’t be able to say no to. 

You turn, walking into the theater with your popcorn, sitting down in your chair. 

You glance around the theater as the previews roll, the costumes and bright pink of the people in the room standing out as you snack. 

You’re a little underdressed, it seems. 

-

“The Barbie movie did more for me in two hours than two years of therapy.”

April’s words played in your head as you watched the movie, seemingly doubtful this movie could needle you so much. 

You doubted you’d even cry.

-

Take my hands, close your eyes, now feel. 

The first tear startled you as it slide down your face, not even realizing it was going to happen until your throat closed in on you. 

You got up from the theater as the tears came in succession, warm against your face as you pushed out the doors, out past the concessions stand and into the fresh air of Grossmont Shopping Center, sitting down next to the fountain across from the Cold Stone. 

A little boy stared at you as you broke down in tears, not even really sure why you were crying. 

April had gotten it all right when she said that the movie dually captured the reality of what it was like to be a woman while also the beauty of it too - and you hadn’t anticipated it cutting so deep. 

It was so hard to sit there and watch that montage, to feel the love that emanated from those clips. The way America Ferrieria looked at her character’s daughter with so much love it made your chest physically ache. 

It wasn’t often your Mom’s absence popped up like this, when you had wished so badly to know what it was like to experience a mother’s love. 

Your Dad’s love was enough for you and that was all that mattered to you. 

But sometimes you craved having someone to teach you how to do your make-up, someone to gossip with over a glass of wine, someone to guide you when you didn’t know where else to go. 

The closest you’d ever gotten to a strong maternal figure was Carole, and she was long gone by now. 

God, all you wanted right now was to say to give her one last hug. 

To say thank you for all the unconditional love she had offered you so freely when it came at a cost from everyone else. 

-

Bradley snickers as he rolls over in bed. “Now that it’s just the two of us: did you sneak Liam into Oppenheimer today? Your secret’s safe with me.” 

You glance up at him from where you’re looking at the photo album. “What?” 

He pauses, clearly seeing something on your face as he begins to frown. “Everything okay? You’ve been kind of quiet this evening.” 

You shrug, looking down at the photo album in your hands. He moves, shifting to sit next to you. 

“I miss her.” You say quietly. “I miss her so much B.” You say with a shake of your head, as you feel your throat close up again. “God, I- I wish so badly she was here to tell me what I’m supposed to do now, to help me figure out who I’m supposed to be.” You snap the album shut, sliding it away from you as you tilt your head back, trying to blink away the tears. “God- and I’m- I’m always fucking crying and I never ever mean to and I-” 

Bradley’s hand glides up your thigh to sit on your waist, tugging you towards him. “Honey, what- where is this even- what are you talking about?” 

You sniff, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “I went to go see the Barbie movie today while Liam saw Oppenheimer – don’t give me that look, he was not hiding it well at all – and it just made me- it just made me miss your Mom.” You admit quietly. 

Bradley’s next breath is heavy and shaky as he tightens his grip on you. “I miss her too, you know. Every day.” 

“I wish she was here to tell me what to do now that I don’t know who I am.” The words come out soft as you shrug, looking down at where your fingers intertwine with Bradley’s. “Your Mom - she always had the best advice. And she always knew just what to do next, even when I never saw a way forward. She was so kind- and- and witty and clever. And I- I don’t feel like I am even half of that.” 

“Baby-” 

“And I thought I had my whole life and my identity. I was a Navy pilot, following in the footsteps of the people who raised her and I thought I knew who I was supposed to be and what I was meant to do and even if I wasn’t happy, it was- I don’t know- I’m just- I’m so lost Bradley.” Another tear trickles down your face. “I thought I was Rebel but maybe I’m not her anymore. But without her, I don’t know if I know who I am.” 

It’s silent for a minute, the tears drying out on your face as Bradley sits there with you. 

“I will never be as good as my Mom.” Bradley whispers. “Probably- never half of what she was. But I- I know what she would say if she were here.” 

“Yeah?” You sniffle. 

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever known. You may not see it, but Rebel is only a small part of you. You are the most badass, confident, funny, caring, intelligent woman I've ever known. You are selfless and you care so deeply about all of your friends that they become your family. What you do for work - that isn’t who you are. You’re so much more than that.” 

“But she was who I was for so long - can I ever be anything more?”

“You already are.” He whispers. The tears start again as he looks at you with an almost proud smile. “I’ve been meaning to bring it up to you for a while, thinking about what you might like to do next. You know, one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because of how much you care for others. And I know- I know what the Navy did to you is never going to go away and I am glad you left it behind, especially because those things- they’re ingrained into the culture of that place. But what if- what if there was a way for you to help others? You always say how there wasn’t anybody to help you, but what if you were there to help the girls still in it?”

-

“I’m literally a Ken doll and you didn't even ask me to match with you!” 

Liam’s hiding his giggles behind his fist as Jake stares in horror at Javy’s Halloween costume. 

“Jake-” You say, unable to stop the giggle that escaped at your friend’s reaction to the Halloween costumes you and Javy had picked out after seeing the Barbie movie together back in August. 

The blond turns on you. “I am literally Ryan Gosling Ken and yet you guys are going as Ncuti Ken and Emma Barbie?!” 

“Don’t even bother, Bagman. I already tried and she said that if I dared to bleach my hair like Ryan’s, she’d divorce me.” Bradley pauses next to Jake. “And I kind of think she’s serious. I’m not sure. I’m not in the business of, what did Liam call it? Fucking around and finding out? So couple costumes are out.” 

You give a playful half-shrug. “I mean, the two of you could go as your own pair of Kens. It doesn’t have to be Barbie and Ken. It can just be- the Kens.”

“Bob can be Alan.” Javy supplies, nudging you. “We could do a whole group costume. You can still be Kenough, Jake.” 

Bradley lets out a barking laugh that he ends up coughing down at the glare Jake sends his way. Liam ambles over to you, clinging on to the side of your arm. “I’m sensing a this is my mojo dojo casa house! moment is about to come out.”

[snowbellewells]

@searchingwardrobes Oh wow! Already I am absolutely in love with this story!! 💕💖💕 (And you’re totally ahead of me this time, fandom twin. I have heard of Kiera Cass, but have not read any of her books yet. Of course, now I am going to want to start with this one!!)

The way you started this one with the parallelism of Killian’s memories: “The last time he saw her…” It works so beautifully to show just how imprinted his time with her has been on his mind, how vividly he remembers every second. It makes it strike us all the more and truly believe it when you use his “not a day has gone by that he hasn’t thought of her” line from canon.

That only makes us all the more curious though, just as he is wondering, “How did she turn up on the beach in a ballgown, right where he is when he hasn’t seen her for months?” I know those answers will come together slowly as it goes on, but I love something to mull over and try to figure out as a story unfolds. 😍 I’ll admit, this first little bit when Killian kneels beside Emma in the sand, and then helps her up to take her home with him reminds me of “The Little Mermaid”, when Eric first finds Ariel after she washes ashore with legs but no voice and he’s trying to figure out what she is hoping to get across to him. It didn’t take me too long to figure out as I kept reading that she has always been mute when he has known her, but it was a sweet little mental image there all the same!

My heart broke for Killian at having lost his mother (and his friend Emma having apparently just up and vanished too). He’s been so lonely and withdrawn that Liam and Elsa don’t know what to do with him bringing home a friend! All the same - I love the soft, gentle love we see between the two of them when Killian and Emma first arrive to see them simply doing dishes together, and also how they quickly adjust to welcome Emma and take her in and see her warm and comfortable for the night.

I was glad Killian and Emma did get time alone to talk, and I can’t help fearing that something serious pulled Emma away from him and kept her away all these months he didn’t hear from her. I can only keep reading and hope she isn’t taken from him again. The glimpses of their friendship and their comfort and care for each other though are wonderfully evident here. And I love Killian’s reminiscing about first meeting her and how she seems and looks like someone from another time!

The part where they simply hold each other and each comforts the other one as they let their tears fall had to be the part that really got me most though: “Then Emma turns her face into his chest. He can’t tell she’s crying at first because she makes no sound, but then he feels the dampness of her tears through his t-shirt. He holds her, running his fingers through her hair as his own tears fall. They stay that way for so long, he loses track of time. Emma pulls away first, wiping at her damp cheeks, yet surprisingly, neither of them feels awkward. As a matter of fact, they smile at one another, and Killian laughs.”

Whatever is in store, I’m so glad they’ve found each other again!! What a treat to read!! 🌊🐚🧜🏻‍♀️

No Wives, No Mothers, No Lovers: ¼

Happy belated birthday, @snowbellewells ! I just finished reading the book The Siren by Kiera Cass and absolutely fell in love with it, with all its modern fantasy and true love themes. Since we’re fandom twins, I figured you would love it as much as I did. (I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve read it already!) So, what better birthday gift than a CS au of it? I’m sorry this is late, but I hope you enjoy it and that it lets you know how much I appreciate your friendship. Getting to meet you last month was one of the highlights of my summer! So, happy birthday my friend.

And no surprise that this ended up an MC, haha. I really wanted it to be a one-shot, but oh well. I do have it completely outlined, though. My plan is to alternate updates between this and Scarborough Fair, though this will be shorter.

Summary:  He must be hallucinating. Because Emma Swan is supposed to be in Miami, Florida where he left her. Emma Swan isn’t supposed to be on this rocky stretch of beach, completely drenched, and wearing a ball gown of all things. A Lieutenant Duckling AU (sort of) in which Emma is a siren who isn’t supposed to fall in love with a human.

Length: about 2,500 words in this chapter, first of four

Rated: T

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Chapter One:

The last time he saw her, he was fifteen hundred miles away from this rocky stretch of beach. The last time he saw her was in a dormitory kitchen under garish fluorescent lighting that could do nothing to dim her beauty. The last time he saw her, her eyes had been alight with silent laughter as she fed him cake, and his heart had pounded so loudly at the slightest brush of her fingers against his lips that he was sure she could hear it. The last time he saw her was precisely six months, two weeks, four days, and three hours ago. He knows because not a day has gone by that he hasn’t thought about her. 

However, Killian Jones is a different person than he was six months, two weeks, four days, and three hours ago. Because of what he has been through in that space of time, combined with the fact that he hasn’t been able in all that same length of time to stop thinking about her, his first assumption is that he’s hallucinating. 

“Emma?”

Yes, he must be hallucinating. Because Emma Swan is supposed to be in Miami, Florida where he left her. Emma Swan isn’t supposed to be on this rocky stretch of beach, completely drenched, and wearing a ball gown of all things. 

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