#this came to me in a visceral reaction when that man called me kitten and i was like
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xavierâs dynamic with mc is the most goated to me because first and foremost they chill with each other like friends do. Like thatâs the foundation of everything, like sure itâs the nature of the game for it to be romantic but take that away and they would still get along so wellâtheyâre friends and they meet each other in the middle as equals and at the end of the day itâs still love. sometimes no one else will know you the way a friend does
#friendship so goated bc u show up for no reason other than love#no physical attraction to move u forward just the act of fondness for someone else#being with someone without liking them as your own friend makes Zero sense to me#love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#love and deepspace xavier#lads xavier#lnds xavier#xavier x reader#xavier#this came to me in a visceral reaction when that man called me kitten and i was like#I donât even know YOU#they literally started as high school friends#u can cosplay the high school romance but u will never have it#thatâs me being shady
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Happy Birthday @ak47stylegirl ! Iâm pretty sure you like some whump and I KNOW you love Allie and Scott so I hope you enjoy the read and have had a nice day :) Thank you for organising the EasterTAG, for sharing your own stories and for generally being such a cheerleader for us all :D
Fun facts for everyone, writing this I learnt that most freefall over about 9 metres is fatal so anyway, thatâs why I had to make poor Scott uh.... bounce.... um... do with that information what you will
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Alan hovered on the edge of his vision and Scott bit back a sigh. He hadnât seen his brother properly in nearly three days. John told him quietly that heâd spent the entire night curled up beside Scottâs bed. He had refused to see him before the surgery and wouldnât stay to fly Scott home, a decision that still cut him deeply. Despite the low murmurs of reassurance that he could hear through the door as people came in and out of his room, no-one in the family had managed to convince Alan to actually come in and talk to him. An hour ago Gordon had left the door open, ignoring Scottâs irritated call and given Alan a long, significant look before flouncing away.
Scott had been watching him ever since. He could see his youngest brother clearly now, still pacing outside and trying to pluck up the nerve to walk into the room. But it didnât bring the two any closer together.
Scott had been patient, but the constant and silent presence was starting to grate against him. He needed to speak with his brother.
âAlan, just come in,â he finally said, unable to wait any longer.
Alan startled at the sudden noise.
Scott beckoned and although Alan was as wary as a stray kitten, he crept hesitantly forwards.
âHowâre you feeling?â he asked quietly, slipping back into the chair heâd reportedly vacated several hours earlier.
âIâm doing okay, kid.â Scott tried to twist his neck to look over at his brother, but the movement caused sharp pain to radiate from his left shoulder and he hissed in discomfort.
Alan only looked more upset.
âGrandma said you were getting better.â
âI am. Surgery went well. Itâs just gonna take a while before Iâm back where I was.â
âIâm so sorry, Scott,â he said, the tears welling up in his eyes again as he looked up at his big brother.
âItâs not your fault, Allie,â said Scott with a soft smile. âYou couldnât have done anything differently.â
âI should have thought of something,â he said, his expression mulish. âInstead of waiting to be rescued.â
âI made that call, Alan,â said Scott. âIt was my call to make and Iâm proud that you followed my directions to the letter.â
âBut it meant you got hurt.â
âIt meant that you didnât die,â corrected Scott gently.
Alan blinked at him, his exhausted brain processing that statement.
âIt looks worse than it is.â
Alan snorted in disbelief.
âIt looks like you dislocated your shoulder and then decided to get pummelled by a mountain before landing on the ground below with a concussion to match.â
âI donât have a concussion.â
âYou do have brain damage though if you think it looks worse than it is. Have you seen yourself?â
âIt doesnât even hurt that much anymore.â
âThatâs because youâre on painkillers.â
âAnd God bless the man who invented them,â said Scott, lifting his good arm in slow celebration.
âI think youâre still high.â
Scott shrugged and then groaned as his vision whited out from the pain.
âRemind me not to do that again,â he said, grimacing.
âSure thing. Hey Scott?â
âNot now, Alan.â
Behind the worry, Scott saw Alanâs lips twitch. The old joke and familiar banter with his youngest brother was going a long way to reassuring Scott that he was doing okay. But there was still that guarded look in Alanâs eyes, the look that had only begun to appear recently as Alan begun to lock away his emotions.
âHow are you feeling, Allie?â he asked softly, suspecting he already knew the answer.
Alanâs face fell again and he avoided his brotherâs gaze. Scott sighed.
âGet over here,â he muttered, holding his good arm out to draw Alan into a hug.
Alan burrowed into him and Scott ignored the slight burn in his chest that might be his aching heart if his ribs werenât feeling so battered and bruised.
âI keep seeing you,â he said in a voice barely louder that the waves crashing on the rocks far below them. âDown at the bottom of the mountain.â
Scott froze.
Thereâs a big hole in his memory, his last memory of that day was Alanâs terrified, agonised face staring down at him from above as he slipped out of his baby brotherâs grasp. Three days, and heâd not once wondered what Alanâs memory of that moment was. Heâd never considered how for Alan, that moment of horror didnât end with a jumbled mess of confused sensations overwhelming his body before blacking out from the first impact with the hard rock. That the moment might have continued beyond his own capacity for consciousness.
Some big brother he was.
âAllie, IâŠâ began Scott, trailing off as his words only made the teenager cry harder.
âI dropped you, Scott.â
âYou caught me.â Bile rose in his throat at that memory, a visceral reaction to the sharp jolt of pain that had run through his shoulder as it dislocated. Heâd definitely been awake then.
âI dropped you and you fell and you kept smashing into the rocks and then you didnât get up again,â repeated Alan, his words a solemn and desperate confession. âAnd then⊠then I let you lie there. Virgil asked what happened and I couldnât speak. I couldnât move.â
He took in a shaky breath and clutched at Scott tightly.
âVirgil and Gordon got you out of there. I couldnât⊠I didnâtâŠâ
Scott didnât know what to say. He just held Alan close, murmuring nonsense like his parents had taught him when they first placed a baby brother in his arms.
âIâm sorry I couldnât save you,â whispered Alan into his chest.
âYou did everything you could,â said Scott gently. âIâm sorry you had to live through that.â
âBut why couldnât I help?â asked Alan, sounding lost and confused and young. âIâve never frozen like that before.â
âYou were in shock Allie,â said Scott. âYou went into shock because it doesnât matter how often you do it, with family itâs always different.â
âIt is?â
Scott nodded, his throat closing up as he held back his own memories from spilling over.
âIt never changes.â
A tap on the doorframe made them both look up.
Virgil was standing there, an odd mixture of relief and sorrow on his face.
âTime for more meds,â he said simply, waiting for Alan to move back. âAlan, go help Gordon with the cooking for tonight.â
Alanâs looked between the two brothers, wanting nothing more but to stay with Scott.
âAllie, come on,â called Gordon, his eyes flitting up towards Virgil.
Scott narrowed his eyes, knowing full well that Virgil and Gordon were tag teaming them, but Alan left without protest.
He paused in the doorframe, watching as Virgil moved to Scottâs side.
âHey Scott?â
âYeah?â
His little brotherâs eyes were blue and bright as he looked back at Scott.
âDonât do that again.â
The reminder stung.
âI wonât.â
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Home Is Where You Are (part II)
LETâS GET NASTY. This is my first publicly posted smut so be gentle pls. This is basically PWP. Also Iâm a subby, bottom ass bitch so thatâs the perspective this is written from. Idk how to link on mobile but part one is on my blog. Sorry for any typos, but enjoy yâall!
âHeâs really here,â you thought. You ambushed his face with kisses, and he blinked sweetly at the onslaught.
âI love you. I love you. I love youuuuu,â you sang song between kisses. You watched his eyes crinkle into a smile, and your heart swelled. Chadwick lifted you up without warning, causing an eeeep to escape you.
âLooooooove, loooOOOOoOove, loooooove,â he sang SZAâs Love Galore to you as he turned the two of you so that he could sit down on the bed. You both let out hearty laughs with heads thrown back and mouths agape. When you both settled, you let your hands snake around Chadwickâs head. You threaded your fingers through his tightly coiled curls and brought his face within inches of yours. He spoke first.
âI donât know how i went three months without holding you, baby,â he whispered. He closed the distance between your lips. His soft, pillowy lips meeting yours with just the right amount of pressure. You inhaled deeply as your lips moved in tandem with his. You tugged, ever so gently, on his kinks, and he surged forward. What began as innocent, familiar kissing, slowly morphed into something more visceral. You sucked on his bottom lip before diving in for a lewd, sloppy kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming ownership.
âMmmm,â you moaned, pulling away. You watched his lips chase yours.
âIâm sorry. I know youâre sleepy baby. Itâs just been so long....â he trailed off. His eyes following your fingers as you slowly undid each button on his shirt.
âI donât know why you keep apologizing,â you said as you rolled your hips over the bulge you could feel forming beneath you. You finished unbuttoning his shirt, and you used your index finger to bring his gaze up to meet yours.
âDo you want to unwrap your present? Or you want me to do it for you?â You whispered into his ear. You let your teeth graze his earlobe, and you felt him shiver beneath you.
âLet me baby,â he said with a smirk. He reached for he hem of his baggy, old tank top and pulled it up. He gasped as caught a glimpse of your lingerie. He hurriedly pulled the tank top completely off of you to reveal your red lace teddy. The see through lace hugged the swell of your breasts, barely obscuring your dark nipples. His eyes followed the deep v and rested where the lace finally met, just below your belly button and dangerously close to where you needed him so badly.
âOooooh SHIT. This is....wow.â He exclaimed. âI get to call you my girl? I donât know if i deserve allathis.â
âI know I look good if i got you out here swearing,â you joked.
âBetter than good baby, youâre perfect.â He kissed you. âWonderful.â Kiss. âAstonishing.â Kiss âAwe-inspiringâ Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. âLet me worship your body.â
âBaaaaby, tonight was supposed to be about you,â you whined. You wanted to pamper your man, but you already knew this was a losing battle. Once Chadwick made up his mind, there was no sense in trying to changing it. He planted kisses along your jaw. Slowly, he made it way to your ear and nibbled on it. The hitch of his hips told you he was enjoying this just as much as you were.
âFeel that?â He breathed. âAs long as youâre satisfied so am I.â He immediately started sucking on your neck. Making lewd noises that further edged you on. You couldnât control the way your hips were rolling as you writhed on his lap. His hands came to cup your breasts. He ran teasing fingers over your peaked nipples, and you let out a squeaky moan. Pleased with your reaction, he began turning his attention to your chest.
He looked at you through his long lashes his lips met your sternum. Gently, he nudged the fabric of your teddy so that your nipples were free. Your heart skipped a beat as he slowly and deliberately laved at your left nipple. He maintained eye contact the entire timeâknowing what it does to you. He let his lips close around it as he began suckling softly at the sensitive flesh.
âMmmm ohhhhhh shit.â You moaned with a quiver in your voice. Immediately he sucked hard, making you wetter than you thought possible. His tongue was making lazy circles around your pebbled nipple. He mimicked the motion with his fingers on your other breast. His mouth replaced his fingers, and you were done for. Between the gentle flicking and long pulls, he was making it impossible to control yourself. Your body was starting to go lax from sheer pleasure, and he seemed to realize playtime was over.
He picked you up from his lap and laid you onto the bed. You watches as he stripped down to his boxers. âFuuuuck i wanna taste him,â you thought, but that glint in his eye told you he had other plans. He covered your body with his own, and placed a chaste kiss to your lips chuckling when you tried to deepen it.
âAh, ah, ah, baby. Iâm in charge of your pleasure now,â he growled. You loved it when he got like this. Wild. Unpredictable. Dominant. He placed the same chaste kisses on each nipple. Your sternum. Your bellybutton. And just above your pussy. He hovered there for a moment. You could feel his hot breath on your covered clit. You closed your eyes and waited for him to give you what you needed. Knowing if you made eye contact it would be too much. You waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing came, Chadwick was still in the same position when you opened your eyes. So close yet not close enough. He chuckled deeply and said âthis lingerie is stunning, but itâs time for it to go.â
âHe MUST be crazy,â you thought. âChadwick. Boseman. If you donât give me what I need!â You yelled. He burst out laughing.
âThereâs my girl,â he said fondly. He wasted no time getting your teddy off and settling back between your thighs. He held your legs and began pressing kisses to the inside of each thigh. Getting higher and higher up until he was mere inches away from your dripping cunt. Ever the tease, he licked long strokes up either side of where you needed him most.
âLook at me,â he demanded when heâd seen your eyes had fallen shut yet again. You forced your eyes open, and the minute your eyes met his he slid his tongue out to connect with your clit. You couldnât help the long wanton moan that escaped your lips. He made several kitten licks that sent shivers down your spine, but you both knew it wasnât enough. He put your legs on his shoulders, parted your lips, and got to work.
He flattened his tongue against your clit and sucked, hard. Causing you to go completely lax and call out his name. He alternated between long licks that spanned your whole pussy to focused attention on your clitoris. He let his tongue slide inside of you and explore your inner walls. You had a feeling he wanted more than one orgasm from you tonight because you were nearing your first one. Your hand clutched the bed sheets when he pulled your hood back and ravished your exposed sex.
He clutched one of your hands, holding it to ground you. His other arm was holding your waist down. He was in total control, and that spiked your arousal. Another hard suck on your clit made your breath hitch. He did it again and you moaned breathily. It was all too much. The dirty, wet noises he was making, his unyielding arm on your waist, his reassuring grip on your hand. He hummed sending vibrations through your sex. Could tell you were close by the constant âuh, oooo, aaaahâ your weâre making so he doubled down and sucked like his life depended on it.
âFuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK. IM COMING. IM COMING OOOOH SHIT. OHMYGOD.â Your vision whited out as an intense wave of pleasure washed over you. He pulled off as you trembled with after shocks. The arm that was holding you down disappeared, which you wouldnât have noticed until he started toying with your clit again. You jerked away. Surely, he couldnât want another out of you so soon. But he was relentless.
âBaby BABY i caaaaanât,â You whimpered.
âI donât remember telling you we were done yet. I think you still owe me a couple more. How about one for each month i was away?â His tone was dark and predatory. This wasnât up for negotiation. The fingers that were playing with your clit were now prodding at your entrance.
âFuuuuck baby youâre so wet. I canât wait to get in there.â He breathed.
He easily slid in two of his long fingers and you cried out from pleasure. Once inside of you, he curled his fingers and searched around until he found your g-spot.
âCHADWICK. FUCK. PLEASE. PLEASE.â You didnât know what you were begging for but that didnât stop you.
âRemember, no running. if you run, youâll get punishedâ he warned. He knew you had a tendency to squirm away when you were approaching another orgasm. He loved watching your hips try to wiggle away from the intense pleasure, and he was obsessed with how well you took your punishments. He dove down and devoured your clit again. You screamed as your eyes rolled back into your head. He moved with urgency this time around, trying to force this orgasm out as quickly as possible. He continued to massage your g-spot while he made out with your clit. It was too much too soon.
âC-chad. Uhf oooh oh my god aaaaAHHHH.â Your toes started to curl and your legs were shaking. âPlease! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE OH FUCK.â You couldnât help it. Your hips started to squirm away. He followed you. One of your hands went to his head. The other, still entangle with Chadwick. Still grounding you. Still letting you know how much he loves you. At that thought, you let go. âAAAAAHHH SHIT CHAD. ILOVE YOU I LOVEYOU. fuCK.â
A lazy smile took over his face when he finished.
âThatâs two,â he said, âweâre almost there.â He came up and pressed a kiss to your lips. You grabbed his face with both hands and licked your juices off of him. The two of you kissed while your body was coming down. Chadwick pulled back.
âI love you too baby, but you tried to run and you know what that means.â Before you could process what he said, he slapped your clit HARD three times.
âCHAD. FUCK.â Your legs shook. He held your face in his larger hands, and said âthatâs it baby youâre doing so good for me.â Something inside you lit up, and gave you a third wind.
âIâm ready for my last one,â you whispered. You donât remember how or when Chad took his boxers off, but youâre oh so thankful he did. His beautiful, lithe, form hovered over yours. He aligned is dick with your entrance and pushed in. He went slowly so you could feel every inch.
âFuck baby i forgot how big you were,â you moaned. You felt his dick jump inside of you. You looked up and his eyes were screwed shut. You saw how hard he was straining to maintain his resolve. You decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by doing a kegel. He gasped and stared down to you. So you did it again of course. He let out a longer moan and managed to look so scandalized.
âWhat?â You feigned innocence. He laughed and said âwow, Iâm so in love with you.â
He started corkscrewing his hips. Digging you out. This wasnât fucking. This was coming home. This was making love. Your bodies rolled together like a tide. You moved as one. You wrapped your legs around his waist to give him better access. He obliged by sliding in feelings. You hitched your hips up to meet his thrusts, loving the stunted moan he let out every time. He was deep inside of you. Scratching the itch youâd been ignoring for months now.
âMmmmm ooooh shiiiiiiitâ he moaned right next to your ear. âBabe, itâs time for you to come one more time.â He shifted his hips so that his pelvis grinned against your poor, abused clit. That coupled with his increasingly shortened, staccatoed thrusts began the tingling in your lower abdomen. He grabbed your hands, held them, and raised them above your heads. You felt so safe, secure, and loved. He kissed you, slow and deliberate. You moaned against his mouth. You felt yourself tighten around his length. âOooooohâ you moaned.
âShit,â he said under his breath. His hips lost their rhythm and he began thrusting wildly, seeking his pleasure. Together you came with the otherâs name on your lips.
You passed out immediately after, which made Chadwick smile. He cleaned you up and wrapped you up in his arms. âIâm so glad to be home,â was the last thing he thought before he too, drifted off.
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002. Kiss their cheek
                  killinâ me softly (soft touch meme) || accepting
â And, I was going to see if I could create a jutsu that would make this movement permanent. Otherwise, Iâll have to recreâ âHis eyes widened a fraction when, to his left, a face came level with his and hot breath was exhaled against his cheek before wet lips touched him. His initial, visceral reaction was the hairs on his body standing on end. Then, he reached up to grab the jaw of the man who was now nuzzling up to his side. Sai blinked twice before quickly turning his head, gaze meeting the taller manâs. They locked eyes for what felt like forever until Saiâs brow furrowed, breaking the intensity of the stare. The following question was earnestly curious.â Why did you do that? ââ Becauseâ âThey were standing in the middle of a room Sai had been in the midst of decorating, when heâd called Brett away from the newest litter of kittens to come look at the work heâd done thus far. The paint job was exquisite, to be sure, but Sai had wanted it to be special. Personal.Brett smiled at him and his stomach felt odd. He decided that that was reason enough to lean closer, since Brett was already bent at the knee to be nearer to his eye level.
â Youâre s-- âBut then, the former ANBUâs ears pricked at the sound of small, bare feet running down the hall. He heard a distinctive giggling. Brett, he knew, had heard it too. â âŠInojin and Kichirou are never going to shut up about this. You know that, right? â
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title: swann.
rating: t
summary: everything does not go to crap at the reception, CS gets a honeymoon and some downtime, and Liam Jones II drops by a visit because thereâs something Killian needs to know.
âKillian?â Emmaâs voice rings out clearly through the house, her tone reminding him of the time sheâd found the little calico kitten on his ship.
âAye, love?â he answers, stuffing the last of his folded laundry into the chest of drawers before heading downstairs.
She doesnât say anything until heâs bounding down the steps, though her reason for summoning him is apparent. Still, she says, âYour brother is here.â
Sheâs in the process of disengaging from the hug from Liam, who is grinning with a slight blush on his cheeks.
âHow are you, brother?â he greets, engulfing his little brother in a hug of his own.
âIâve been keeping well. Itâs good to see you both, Iâm truly sorry to have missed the wedding.â
âAye, I imagine communication is difficult 20,000 leagues under the sea. Perhaps you would do well with a talking phone of your own?â
Liam and Emma both chuckle, as though his suggestion is funny.
âBabe, I donât think they work that far under sea,â Emma says, before he can express his indignation.
âAh. Those devices arenât so clever after all, eh Swan?â
âThatâs not what you said when you discovered the video function,â his wife reminds him blithely, making Liam guffaw and Killianâs face to burn bright because they all know exactly what she means.
âYou know, we havenât spent much time together Emma, I think we should rectify that immediately; youâre a hoot.â
âOh shut up,â he says reflexively, aware of how childlike he sounds even as the words leave his mouth.
âYou big baby,â Emma says, smacking him on the shoulder as she pulls Liam into the living room. âWhatâs with the box?â
Killianâs gaze narrows to where a small wooden box is clutched in his brotherâs hand, no bigger than a notebook. Liam chuckles nervously as Emma settles beside him, her left hand automatically entwining with his right, making their wedding rings bump. Truly, it is the small things that gives him joy.
âAye,â his brother says, raising his eyes to meet Killianâs directly. âI... um, Killian... how well did you know your mother?â
Killian can honestly say, out of all the things he expected, the question is so far from the reach of possibilities that he just gapes.
âCome again?â
âYour mother,â Liam repeats, eyes glancing at Emma quickly for support, before meeting his own. âHow, I mean, do you remember her?â
Killian blinks, clearing his throat as Emma rests her head on his shoulder in a show of support. Heâs spoken a little of the woman who raised him, who taught him good form, who sang to him, but truth be spoken, he remembers not her face nor her voice. The only thing he knows for certain is that his eyes are hers.
âBarely,â he admits, unsure what she has to do with the man in front of him. After all, they share a father, not a mother.
âWhat was her name?â
âLiza,â he answers, because that at least he knows. His father had often called her Love, and for years, Killian had thought that her name. It wasnât until theyâd been slaves on a ship with little to live for that Killian had thought to ask Liam Senior.
âIt was Elizabeth, actually. Elizabeth Swann.â
âPardon?â
âAye. Elizabeth Swann, thatâs double n Swann.â
âYouâve got to be shitting me,â Emma exclaims, disbelief coloring her features as she looks between Killian and Liam.
Before he can comment, Emma says, âYou mean to tell me your mom was Elizabeth Swan, the Pirate King?â
âThe WHAT?â
âWouldnât that make Brennan Jones Will Turner, though?â she asks, and itâs then his brain catches the enormity of her words. Sheâs talking about the Jack Sparrow movies.
âIâŠlad, are you sure?â
âAye, I came here to give you this.â
Liam gingerly pushes the box across the table, looking at him in pity. âI should leave you to it, but thereâs a few things you need to know. Our father was not her first love, it was, as Emma said, a William Turner. Who freed his father, Bill, from our great grandfather, David Jones. As in Davy Jones. As in Captain of the infamous Flying Dutchman.â
âIsnât Davy Jones immortal?â
âNo one has ever seen the Flying Dutchman,â Killian murmurs to his wife, the implications of Liamâs tale numbing his consciousness as though a winterâs fog has settled upon it.
âNo, they havenât. Everyoneâs heard tales. Thereâs more: any man or woman who shares the bloodline of Davy Jones is said to be protected at sea, which honestly explains a lot, but is also said to be hunted the Goddess Calypso, because he was, if you mind the expression, the one who got away after he took immortality from her.â
âThat would explain your âIâm a survivorâ shtick,â Emma says, eyes wide with disbelief. Killian feels much of the same. Itâs a lot to take in, even if gods hunting mortals is not a new sport.
Then, as if realizing what it means to be hunted by a goddess, Emma sits up straighter, looking at him, âHold on, hunted? Like, seducing? As in what, exactly?â
Killianâs eyes meet Liam in a moment of panic, before he sighs. âWhat it means love, is gods and goddess make it a⊠sport, of hunting mortals down, bedding them and what not.â
âYouâve slept with Calypso?â Emmaâs voice is an octave higher, much like when sheâs been told Henry hasnât completed his homework yet wants to go out with Violet.
âNot that I know of,â he answers honestly, eyebrow raised at Liam.
âOh, youâd know. I donât imagine a goddess would be subtle about anything.â
âTrue,â Killian concurs. Every one of them has been a little dramatic or cryptic, Zeus included.
Then as it occurs, his face breaks out into a salacious grin. âIt looks like Iâve always been a Swan after all, eh Swan?â
Heâs sure he sees his brother roll his eyes, even as he interrupts Killianâs moment, as siblings do.Â
âIn any case, us being related to Davy Jones is sort of why your mother is important. There was some prophecy, about the first Pirate-King Queen, a flightless bird who would bring two feuding lines together. Iâm not sure how exactly, I have no idea if the prophecy has somehow been fulfilled, considering sheâs from another realm, but I think it means you.â
âWhy not you?â Emma asks, her hand gripping his tighter. He understands her fear; itâs the same he feels every time someone mentions her Savior prophecy.
Liam reaches over to the box that Killian has not touched, looking up for permission. With a nod, Killian allows him. Liam gently unclasps the box, pulling out a pirate pendant with an image of a swan in the middle, handing it to him. It is heavy, made from pure gold with the swan engraved deep and bold. He knows, without actually knowing, that it belonged to his mother.
Liam pulls out a piece of scroll, handling it delicately, the writing slanted and elegant. He begins to read,
âHer clothes billow, breeches like that a man
Pirate-King Queen and leader of the gang
Who will go down with the ship and hang
Rather than play into their hands
And yet despite her defiance and her fire
Fate steps in and she retires
Go down blue eyes, go down
Two sons born from a father
Who loves her but knows her other
True love is where her heart lies
The boy with the sea in his eyes
My darling son come home from sea
Whose blood makes the goddess rest easyâ
âThatâs⊠vaguely threatening,â Emma says, but Killian barely hears it. He knows those verses, he knows the rhyme it goes with. Heâs sung it in melancholy, remembers the woman who taught it to him on her knee, as she brushed his hair and told her how much she loved her little boy.
âKillian?â
He blinks, looking into the worried eyes of his wife.
âHere,â he says, pushing the pendant into her hand.
âI- oh! This has magic!â
âWhat?â
âYeah, no, this is definitely magical. It doesnât feel⊠bad. Like a warm breeze, or that warm feeling you get when you drink hot cocoa on a cold night. Still, is it okay if I hold on to this and get Regina to double check it?â
His reaction is visceral and instantaneous, as is Liamâs. âNo!â they say in unison, eyes meeting in surprise and approval, before he explains, âNo, Swan, I donât want Regina near my motherâs things. Ask her how to check, and do it yourself, please. I trust you.â The not her is not said, but he knows it is clearly heard.
She brushes her palm gently against his jaw, her eyes soft. âJust me, then.â Emma leans forward, brushing a gentle and lingering kiss on his cheek before rising. âIâm going to get you something to drink. Liam, would you like juice or water? Or something stronger?â
âJuice, please.â
Killianâs tempted to ask for something stronger, but stays himself. âIâd like some tea, love.â
âOh, me too, thatâd be great,â Liam says, amending his request. A wave of longing passes through him then, an old, fond memory of Liam the first resorting to tea for all his worries, a drink to soothe and one that harked back to their childhood. Theyâre not the same, one brother cannot be interchanged for another, but it comforts him all the same.
âYou should visit more often,â he says.
âWhat?â Liam asks, clearly surprised.
âYou should visit more often,â Killian repeats, âyouâre family, Henry should know his uncle. I would like to know my brother. I make the best fish youâll ever taste, and Emma has an impressive repertoire of breakfast foods. When she decides to forgo the sugary pre-packaged nonsense, of courseâ he says, raising the voice at the last bit as she walks back into the room with their drinks and a raised eyebrow that indicates sheâs heard him.
âYeah, sure buddy, no more pancakes for you.â
âNow, now, Swan, letâs not be hasty. Iâm just being mindful of your teeth and general health.â
âUhuh.â
Liam cuts through their banter with a laugh, a bright smile on his face as he says, âIâd love to. Iâd have to check what the Nautilusâs schedule is like, but I would love to.â He clears his throat, eyeing the box. âBut uh, what about this prophecy thing?â
âBugger it,â Killian says, âIâve been sailing for centuries, and no goddess has come to claim me. And if she tried now, well, my wife can get ratherâŠjealous.â
âExcuse me, I do not get jealous. I justâŠdonât share well.â
âWhatever you say, love.â
âIn any case Liam, many prophecies are self-fulfilling. I do not intend to die for⊠what is it, the third time, anytime soon.â
Liam exhales, as if the knowledge has been a burden on his shoulders and had now been let go. âGood. Thereâs a bunch of letters and drawings and things in the box. I think they belong to your mother, so you should have it.â
âThank you,â Killian says sincerely, âit means a lot.â
âSure. Youâre welcome. SoâŠEmma, tell me about how you two met.â
Maybe heâll have an existential crisis later. But for now, with his brother here and his wife in his arms, he thinks the family of the present supersedes his past.
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