Captain swan mostly but also ouat stuff. Also anything funny and humorous. I love talking about character development and storyline of the show. I analyze the crap out of the parallels within the show and their deeper meaning (I have just yet to write them down) so please let's talk about stuff *not a spoiler free blog*
A new fic I’m starting. Let me know what you think😊
CS AU from Robin Hood: prince of thieves
He could feel his heart rate slowing. He doesn’t know how long he’d been without food and water. He knew Pan would wait at the very last crucial moment before death to give him water. But the pain of dying was real enough. He could feel his body beginning to shut down. Perhaps Pan had grown tired of having him around. He’d been dangling in his cage for seemed like an eternity. Really though, he’d prefer death. To just be done with this cursed land. The place where his brother died over a lie. Where he swore off his King who’d he once trusted. But because of his King’s lie, Liam was dead. Now all Killian could hope was to just join him.
...But who will avenge him? A voice whispered quietly in his head.
That voice has been the only thought circulating in his mind. Perhaps it was his only drive to survive this place. So that he could one day avenge his brother. But each day he spent here was torture and pain, and that drive to survive, became more and more bleak. He was starting to welcome the end to his miserable life. Because life without Liam had no meaning.
“You’re doing it again you know,” that familiar voice Killian has come to know, from the dangling cage next to his.
“Doing what,” Killian responded, half tired and half annoyed.
“Thinking about giving up. That’s what Pan wants. He wants you to lose hope. Don’t let him win.”
Killian couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic laugh. “Win. I'm sorry Merlin, but there are no winners here. Only losers. And I’m afraid I lost this fight long ago. I'm nothing now but an empty shell. There's no hope in me. I’m just waiting til I get to be with Liam.
“Killian, Liam would want you to fight. You know that.”
Killian did a hard swallow. He turns to look at Merlin who's been here longer than Killian but has become somewhat of a friend in this wretched place. “You didn’t even know him.”
“I know enough from what you told me. I can see how much he’s meant to you. How much you’ve looked up to him. Keep his memory alive Killian and fight. We will get out of here one day. I promise.”
Killian looks at him. “How can you promise that Merlin. Your magic doesn’t work here. Pan is never taking that cuff off your wrist. Admit it. We’re done for. Might as well just wait it out at this point.” It was then that Killian felt so tired. It’d been too long. Too long without food and water. This is how Pan wanted it. Him starving in this swinging cage. Killian felt his body grow cold. His eyelids shut, and he knew this was it.
“Killian! Killian,” Merlin shouted. “We will get out of here. Don’t give up!”
Killian continued to doze on and off for what seemed like an eternity. Then he saw his brother. He looked healthy and happy. This was it. He was finally free of Pan and Neverland and able to join his brother.
“Liam.” Killian whispered, but still felt tired and still in his cage. Killian looked around confused. His cage was open but not where it was before. He was only surrounded in light with Liam in front of him. “Liam. What’s happening?”
“Hello little brother.”
“Oh Liam Thank the Gods. I thought I’d never see you again.” Killian tried to get up but still felt weak. Liam helps him to his feet.
“I'm sorry brother, but I’m not here to take you over. You’re not done Killian.”
“Liam please. Don’t go. I can’t go back. Please.”
“I’ll be with you Killian. Always.” Liam placed his hand on Killian’s shoulder and the other hand on the back of his neck. They take each other in a warm embrace. One which Killian did not want to break.
“Liam. What should I do?”
“You live little brother. You live and you do good.”
They share a look. One that Killian knew would be their last. “Liam?”
Liam begins to fade from Killian’s sight, and then is gone. Killian falls to his knees and cries.
He awakens to water harshly thrown on his face. His sinuses are burning as he breathes in some of the water, but the moisture in his mouth feels amazing and his body is humming with satisfaction. He’s not dead. He lives. He’s conflicted about the reality of this. Yes, his survival instincts are strong-- were strong. But being here and without Liam has been too much to bother with surviving. But still, he lives.
Liam’s words echo in his ear. “Live brother. Live and do good.” There is no good left to do brother. Not without you.
Killian continues to cough as a lost boy tries to force feed him more water.
“Drink up lieutenant. Wouldn’t want you dying on us would we.” He can feel Pan Smiling through his words. “So much left for you to do.”
The warning of the conch shell horn was loud. Pan’s smile quickly left his face. He looks around at what the commotion could be about. Felix, Peter Pan’s right hand man runs up to Pan. “It’s the fairies. They’ve attacked.”
An angry look now on Pan’s face responds, “Secure the prisoners. Prepare for battle!” Pan leaves quickly.
Felix looks at the other two lost boys to carry out Pan’s orders, then follows Pan. Both lost boys bent down to pick up Killian from the ground when Killian hears a loud smack and then an arrow whooshes past his head and into the second lost boy. He sees a woman standing next to him. She’s beautiful, with blond hair tied atop her head. She’s beautiful but also ferocious looking with a mallet in her hand. He hopes he’s not next. But before he knows it she’s reaching her hand toward him offering him help up. He still feels weak so he takes her hand and uses her body to help hoist him up.
“Thank you,” Killian says to her. It’s then he sees a flutter of wings behind her. “You’re a fairy.”
“A Pixie actually,” she responds with a smile. “And we’re here to rescue you. Come, hurry. We haven’t much time.”
Another fairy approaches them. In her hand a bow and arrow, to which, Killian can assume was responsible for the arrows going past his skull and into the other lost boy.
“Tink, we found the other prisoners, and Ariel was right. She found the ship. We’re going to the rendezvous point.”
“Good. Tell all the fairies to board everyone on the ship. We’re sailing out of here,” Tink said firm but smiling. They were finally getting off this island. She turns to Killian. “Lieutenant, can you sail that ship of yours out of here,” Tink asked.
“The jewel of the realm? It’s here? I thought Pan destroyed it,” Killian responded.
“No.” Tink said. “He’s been hiding it, ever since you arrived here a year ago we’ve been searching for it, knowing it was our only way off this island.”
He was shocked. Has it been a year? Liam’s been dead a whole year? He’s been here, tortured by Pan every day for a bloody year!
“Bloody hell.” He paused a moment. “
If you can take me to my ship, I can get us out of here.”
Tink smiled wide. “C’mon then. Let’s get the rest of your crew.”
Wow! Started reading some fan fics in another fandom and I gotta say I am100 percent spoiled off our ff writers. You all are amazing and extremely talented. I am spoiled but also blessed🤗
DISO “somewhere to land: a falling through sequel”
Anyone know this CS fic? I’m in desperate search to find it and it’s prequel. I’m sad. I’ve read it like 5 times and one day the authors account is just gone. Please, if you know where I might find it, let me know. 💕🙏🏻😭
Decided to redo my first two chapters for my fic. so far I have 10 chapters posted on fanfiction.net ...more to come =)
No Beta so I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors and other nonsense.
Once upon a dream
Chapter 1
The Evil Queen’s laugh echoed in the great hall as she departed with her magic. Her threat to destroy their daughter was too much for him to take. He had told Snow that it wasn’t worth it to stoop to her level, but once she mentioned Emma and threatened her life, his anger took over. Pure rage launched that sword out of his hand and into a puff of magic smoke. Secretly he hoped he’d be quicker. He wished the blade would’ve run right through her. He wasn’t a murderer, but with his daughter’s life threatened he wasn’t sure how far he’d go to keep her safe.
Regina’s words lay heavy in the air. Snow rushes over to baby Emma, holding her close to her chest. Sadness and concern are pressing in Snow’s chest, constricting her breathing as she looks upon her only child. This was her precious baby that she dreamed of having. Princess Emma’s coronation was supposed to be a happy celebration, but it quickly turned into the worst day of their lives.
“Don’t worry Snow. I won’t let Regina hurt this family,” David says as he wraps his arms around his wife and daughter.
“The Evil Queen’s threats are real, your majesty,” a voice calls out from the crowd. Most of the subjects in attendance turn around to see who has spoken up. They move aside to allow the speaker a way to the King and Queen of Misthaven.
A slender woman holding a long wooden staff and wearing a long black dress approaches. She stops to bow at the King and Queen’s feet.
“I mean no disrespect, your majesties. I simply know Regina. She and I go back. I know of the curse she speaks of. And trust me; you do not want your daughter anywhere near it.”
Snow and David look at each other with dread.
“Is there anything that can be done? There must be a way to stop this curse!” David says.
“There is. I’ve used this curse before on my enemies. I hadn’t known at the time, but as it turns out, true love is the strongest magic of all. True love, your highness, can break any curse.”
David thinks for a moment, “True love? True love is supposed to be the rarest magic there is. How are we supposed to find out who Emma’s true love is?”
“There is another way, your majesty, to keep her safe.”
Maleficent couldn’t believe she was about to suggest what she was about to. She’d hoped it wasn’t the grief of losing her child nine months ago talking. The moment she laid eyes on Emma, Mal was stricken by her beauty and innocence.
“You can hide the child. The Evil Queen’s threat only lasts till her 21st birthday. If we hide the child till then, the Evil Queen’s promise to take her life will never come to pass.” Maleficent held her breath as she let the words sink into the King and Queen’s heads. She knew this would not be a decision they would come to lightly. “For this your majesties, I offer my services in the task of caring for your daughter. I would treat her as if she were my own”. Maleficent’s eyes begin to tear up knowing that this child could never replace the one she lost, but maybe it was a second chance at being a mother. “I have magic that is comparable to Regina’s. I could protect her-- and I would, your majesties-- with my life if need be.”
The King and Queen could hear the conviction in her words.
“The King and I will depart to our chambers to consider your offer Maleficent. Thank you,” Snow said trying to be strong. David looked at her, unable to believe she was actually considering giving up their only child.
“Of course your Majesties,” Maleficent bows.
Snow nodded at David as they left the Great Hall.
“Snow, you can’t really be considering giving Emma, our daughter, to Maleficent. We don’t know her that well. Only that we’ve been told that she turned good. We don’t know her real intentions here.”
“David I know! I know it’s scary because I am terrified.” Snow’s voice is shaking. “But we need magic on our side. We Know Regina. This isn’t an empty threat. She will come after Emma!” Snow’s tears are fighting their way through as her face contorts with the pain that’s screaming inside. “We have to give her her best chance!” The tears now stream down snow’s face as she looks down at her baby daughter.
David comes up to them and holds them both in his arms, kissing snow on the head. Do you realize what you’re saying? We won’t see her until she’s grown.” Charming whispers softly and squeezes his eyes shut as the tears roll down.
Snow continues to cry still looking lovingly at her baby girl. “We love you Emma. Always remember that. No matter what.” Snow then gives a lovingly mother kiss to her precious child, knowing this is their last few moments together. It was with heavy hearts that they decided to give Emma her best chance, and that was to go in hiding.
That evening, Maleficent came to the king and Queen’s summons. “Maleficent. We have decided to let you watch over our sweet Emma,” Snow continues with tears in her eyes. You know Regina and how her magic works. You need to be far enough away where Regina’s magic can’t reach.”
“Of course, your majesties. I will put a protection spell around the glen in the forest where we will live.” Maleficent spoke. “There, Regina won’t be able to enter nor use her mirror magic to spy on us.
“And you will return her on her 21st birthday,” David added.
“Of course.” Maleficent pauses. “I do request that I bring my sisters to live with us as well. They too have magic, your majesties, and all of us together will be able to protect Emma from Regina.”
David and Snow look at each other. Both wished they didn’t have to do this. They didn’t want to leave Emma to someone. All they ever wanted was to have a family of their own, and now that dream was slipping through their fingers.
David nods at Mal in approval. Snow approaches Mal to hand her only daughter over to her, to give her her best chance. Snow couldn’t even believe she was able to let her only daughter go when Mal took Emma into her arms. Snow could feel her eyes well up with more tears. Her legs began to give way beneath her, but David took notice and held Snow to keep her from collapsing in grief. David looked at Mal, pleading please take care of her with his eyes.
With that, Maleficent turned and walked out of the kingdom with infant Princess Emma in her arms.
Chapter 2
21 years later…
His thoughts were all over the place, pounding in his head. He was tired of hearing about his betrothed. He’s never even met her with the exception of her coronation, but she was an infant and himself barely just a lad of 4 years. He doesn’t even remember that day, and yet his father keeps reminding him that she’s his bride to be. His father, the king has been able to talk about nothing else. Killian had to get away. A good long ride seemed to be the best plan.
Today he didn’t feel like being a prince, especially if it meant he was being forced to marry a complete stranger and he knew that time was growing nearer. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away and never come back.
After hours of riding Killian decides to give himself and his horse, Philip, a much-needed break. Killian dismounts and walks his horse to a nearby boulder. He sits on the ground leaning his tired body against it. He lays his head back watching the blue sky through the summer leaves of an old oak tree. It felt very peaceful here he thought. Something Killian was hoping to find, but still wishing he could escape his fate.
It was then he hears a strange sound coming out of the forest. After listening for a few moments he begins to wonder if it’s some kind of songbird singing the most beautiful melody, but after a few more moments the melody continues into a more intricate song and he knows it’s a woman.
“Did you hear that Philip?” The horse just shakes his head and snorts. “There couldn’t be anyone this deep in the woods? Could there?” Killian listens for a few more minutes than looks at his horse, Philp. “Oh c’mon now. I know you hear it too.” Killian stands from his spot and with dreamy blue eyes, gazes in the direction of the music. “Whoever or whatever that is it can’t be far.” His grin gets mischievously wider as he looks over to his trusty horse. “C’mon ol’ boy. What do you say?” Killian playfully asks as he climbs on his horse. “We’re now on a good ol’ fashion quest, my friend. Let’s go!” Off they ride in search for the strange singing that has Killian so enamored.
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Emma always found joy in singing. It was the birds that taught her. The beautiful music they sang to one another gave her soul wings. Even though she loved to listen to the songbirds, she especially loved to sing to the swans at the lake near their cottage. Their music was not so pretty, but the way they loved one other, inspired her. She always felt a kinship to them. She would notice the same two swans return every year. They seemed to mate for life, or so she’s read. But she knew these two, even though they were mere birds, held love for one another. She sang to the swans every day at the lake. It’s what made her aunties nickname her ‘Swan’.
She longed for that kind of partnership. She supposes it was a romantic notion, but lately, approaching her 21st birthday, she’s been feeling more lonely and isolated. Growing up, she got to hear stories of Kings and Queens, Dragons, and Fairy Godmothers. It all sounded wonderful and heroic, but most of all, it made her yearn to be a part of something bigger. Her only companions are the animals of the forest. In her mind, she pretends they understand her when she speaks-- she hopes they understand her; although, she’s always had a floating suspicion they only hang around her because she feeds them berries and nuts that she collects in the forest.
“Typical forest animals,” she thought, “only one thing on their minds.”
This thought alone was frustrating enough to fuel the loneliness she felt. She sits on a nearby boulder blanketed with moss, staring off into the forest of large oaks. She listens to the songbirds nearby and decides to join them in their song. What else is there to do but sit in her favorite spot, praying that one day she’ll have someone to share her soul song with and them in return?
She sang what was on her heart. She sang for deep soul connection like she saw with the swans. No words. She knew words could never convey this feeling-- this longing to belong to someone and to have someone belong to her. Her heart continued to sing into the wood, but it had the saddest of undertones because she knew no one could hear it- and no one ever will.
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Killian knew he was getting close but, because of the trees, the sound kept echoing. Philip’s gallop comes to a halt as Killian listens again to the sound.
“Bloody hell, Philip. What’s with this blasted forest? I could swear it was coming from this way.” He quiets himself for a moment and tries to listen more intently this time. Then, that beautiful voice came ringing out once again. The sound didn’t just vibrate in his ears, it resonated with something else--something more than he could describe or understand. All he knew is that he was desperate to find out where it was coming from. He pauses again. “This way boy! Let’s go!”
This time he knew he was getting close. He gave Philip a kick to pick up his speed. A yell and another kick, faster again. He was getting closer; he could feel it, but the next thing he knows, a large stream comes into sight and before he can pull back the reigns, Philip comes to a violent stop just before the water. Unfortunately, for Killian, the stop was way too abrupt, and it sent Killian flying over his horse and straight into the flowing stream, landing on his back soaked to the bone. Killian looks up at Philip and he swears he can hear a hoarse chuckle coming from the beast.
“Not funny Philip. Rest assured you’re going to pay for that one my friend.” Killian indignantly hoists himself out of the water and onto the embankment where he begins to strip off his wet clothes. He starts with his overcoat and vest, peeling it off his wet torso and wringing it out to hang up on a nearby branch. Then he strips off his undershirt leaving his upper body completely naked. He begins to unlace his trousers when Philip starts to slowly trot away. “Whoa Philip. Hey!” For reasons he can’t understand, Philip picks up his pace. “Wait! Get back here you blasted animal!” Killian shouts as he sprints after his runaway horse half-naked.
Killian’s feet move swiftly beneath him to try and catch up. As he quickly moves through some thick brush his body slams straight into Philip’s rump. Killian immediately grabs his nose hoping he didn’t break it on that devil horse’s arse. “Ah!....aahh! Ugh! Philip! What in the blazes is wrong with you--” And then he sees her through a small opening amid the thick brush. She was breathtakingly beautiful-- a vision he could not turn away from, even if he wanted to. No words could describe his draw to her. Then, he heard her sing. Her voice was like an angel’s. He instantly recognized the song she was singing. Elated that he finally found the voice he’d been chasing this whole time. Had Philip known? He led him right to her. Killian looks down for a second, about to put his foot forward to go and introduce himself to her when all of a sudden she vanishes from his line of sight. “What the devil,” he whispers to himself. “Where’d she go?” He takes another step forward when all of a sudden hears a loud smack and everything goes black.
The pain reverberates through his whole body. His head aches like it’s never ached before. His hand goes behind his head to make sure he isn’t bleeding. It’s a bloody miracle he isn’t. He then realizes he’s lying on his back in the dirt, the summer sun beating down on him. A shadow moves above him looking down with fiery eyes and a branch the size of a warrior’s mallet.
Once his vision returns he sees the most beautiful woman he’s ever lay his eyes upon. Despite the pain in his head, he is awed by the sight before him. He’s conflicted as well. He’s not sure whether to grab this gorgeous creature and pull her down on top of him or put his hands up in surrender. He figures he should choose the latter.
“Whoa, whoa darling…take it easy with that. I mean you no harm… I was only standing here loo-“
“What?” She interrupts. “Spying on me?”
Her eyes are like jades, drawing him in like a spell. They bore into him with such ferocity and fire. He knows he is in trouble… in so many ways.
“What’s your purpose here mister?” She spoke with authority and passion. He was even more enamored now than he was when he was searching for her. He’d kiss her if he wasn’t so afraid.
“No, no I was just… following a voice, I heard in the forest and well… it was lovely and-- it was singing and… well… I believe it was your singing lass and so…” He was having a hard time getting his words out. He hadn’t planned on their conversation going like this, nor to be in so much pain, or on his back, with a weapon in her hands ready to crack his skull open. With the look in her eyes, he knew she might just do it.
“I just wanted to find out where it was coming from that’s all.” He shot her the most charming grin he could muster. Though he knows it looks forced since he swears he has a lump on his head the size of his fist by now.
“Is that so?” She asks raising an eyebrow. “Then where are your clothes?” She continues to interrogate in a very aggressive and threatening tone.
It’s suddenly dawned on him that he’s half-naked. He realizes that none of this looks good. “Oh. That. Well, that my dear, there is an explanation I assure you, but how ‘bout’ you put that tree branch down and I’ll tell you.” Her stare only bores down onto him more intently; she waits for his explanation holding her ‘ready to attack’ stance.
“Look, I was following a sound in the forest and my horse threw me in the ravine. As I was drying off he took off and I followed trying to catch the blasted animal.” He could see Philip slowly creep behind a large shrub as if ashamed of his actions. Killian throws him a look that says, you’ll pay for this!
“Oh.” She let her guard down a bit to his seemingly reasonable explanations. She lowers the branch/weapon to her side and holds out her hand to help him up. Relieved, Killian takes her hand to stand. Still suspicious, Emma asks, “So what are you doing this deep in the forest anyway?”
His eyes go soft and his shoulders slump, as if all of a sudden he realizes his body is exhausted. He lets out a long breath. “Running away from my fate it would seem.” He sits down on a nearby fallen tree trunk. Her brow perks up at his words. She reluctantly takes a seat next to him, realizing he’s still a stranger, yet she can’t help but feel drawn to him. It surprises her how she’s let her guard down with him (even though she did smack him good in the head.) She looks at him with pleading interest. “Your fate?” She spoke quietly hoping she could get him to divulge further.
“Aye,” he looks to the ground, sadness coloring his features. “Have you ever felt that you were made for something else? Something more than the hand you’ve been dealt?”
Her jaw drops; astonished at the similarities they seem to have. “I suppose.” She decides to lean the tree branch against the large trunk they’re both sitting on. “I’ve lived in these woods my whole life. All I ever wanted was freedom from this isolation. My three aunts-- they mean well and want to keep me safe, but I don’t want to live in fear and suspicion. I want to travel and see what’s out there. You know, go to exotic lands, meet interesting people.” She pauses, “maybe even find true love.” She looks at him and smiles. “But as you can see I may need to work on my social skills.” Her smile gets bigger as they both laugh. He rubs the back of his head, glad she hadn’t caused too much damage when she whacked him.
“I suppose this lump forming in the back of my head would say that’s true.” He just looks at her and sees how different her features are now that her guard is down. His heart swells at how breathtakingly beautiful she is because of it. But then her smile falters and she looks down, watching her hands as if she wants to share more but is afraid to. He watches her with softness in his eyes waiting for her to continue.
“I wake up in terror sometimes, worried that this is all life is ever going to be for me. My aunts would read me stories growing up and I always wished I could travel in my books and live their lives for only a day. What if this is all my life will be? What if what I want will be nothing more than a fantasy?”
Killian watches her fidget. He can tell she isn't used to sharing herself like this. The kind of sharing where you reveal a part of yourself that makes you exposed and vulnerable. The more he watches her though, the more he realizes he isn’t either. But for some reason, he feels he can truly share himself with her.
“And this life you dream of living for yourself… what does it look like?” Killian asks with softness in his eyes.
A warm smile forms on her face as she looks back down. Killian’s heart squeezes as he watches her.
“I know it sounds silly, but I wish I was someone people look up to. I imagine I was someone who was capable of saving people; a hero perhaps. Not for glory or anything like that. I just want to make a difference. I want to know that I’m capable of helping another.” Her smile falters a bit as she continues. “I know my aunts love me but I also just want to meet other people. They’re the only other people I’ve ever known. I mean you’re pretty much the only other person I’ve ever talked to besides the three of them.”
“Well lass, I hope I’m not too disappointing as of yet.” They both give a small chuckle at his comment.
Killian’s expression hardens a bit as he decides to share a bit more about himself. He closes his eyes and says, “My father, he’s forcing me to marry. See, my family, mostly my father, has determined my fate for me, taking away any choice to my own life. That’s what I was running away from.”
The corners of her mouth lift slightly, hoping to lighten the mood. “No wonder you ran away,” she adds.
“Yes well, I have no idea what I was running to.” He pauses for a moment and gazes into her eyes, “until I heard you singing.”
“Me?” she questions, surprised by his words. She looks down again. “I’m afraid there’s nothing special about me or my singing worth running to.”
“Now why would you say that lass?” Bashfully he adds, “I’ve never been more drawn to anything in all my life.” Even he himself was surprised by his words because they were true. Their eyes meet after his confession and Emma realizes her stomach is doing flips. A feeling she is so unfamiliar with that she believes she is becoming ill.
He gazes into her eyes, pleadingly. For what she’s not sure, but at the moment her heart is soaring at the possibility of someone else actually intrigued by her. But by the look in his eyes, it was more than intrigue, it was… longing.
After their gaze holds for a few moments she can’t help but blush and drop her gaze back to her hands. A comfortable silence falls between them. It feels a little daring but she looks back up to his eyes and then unconsciously down to his lips. A vision suddenly appears in her mind’s eye of them kissing. She leans in and notices he does the same. His eyes close as their faces are mere inches from one another. Before they touch she backs away. Memories of her aunts warning her of strangers invade her thoughts, yet she’s not afraid. She clears her throat as she settles back into her seat.
“Well then… I uh,” she gives a nervous chuckle. “I wish you well then.” She reaches her hand out for a handshake. She can see Killian’s expression is that of shock and, perhaps, awe. Did he actually want her to stay?
He reaches for her outstretched hand and gingerly raises her knuckles to his lips for a gentle kiss. He lowers her hand but continues to hold it, his thumb rubbing small circles on her knuckles. He averts his gaze and stares down at his hand holding hers. He notes how good it feels. He doesn’t want to let go.
“I wish to see you again,” he speaks softly. She catches her breath, her hand unconsciously squeezing his. It takes her a while to answer and, for a moment, he wonders if he’s overstepped his bounds.
She’s in a bit of shock. Here she was trying to wish him well, thinking they would never see each other again and then he says he wants to meet with her? She’s caught a bit off guard with this whole encounter.
He waits with bated breath as she finally speaks, “um… ok.” Years of her aunt’s warnings of talking to strangers continuously hammers in her mind. But looking at him, she can’t help but feel she already knows him. Yet, she also yearns to know him more.
“Meet me here tomorrow at noon,” she says.
Killian smiles the biggest grin at her and she can’t help but smile back at his beautifully hopeful face. He stands to face her looking earnest and happy. “I shall count the hours, milady.” He kisses her hand again making her smile even bigger.
Emma takes her hand back and stands to leave, making her way back to the cottage. Killian calls out to her before she’s out of earshot, “wait! I don’t know your name!”
“It’s Swan,” she yells backs. She’s not sure why she only gave him her nickname. She supposes she’s hoping this isn’t too good to be true. Or maybe it was the fear her aunts had instilled in her about strangers. Regardless, she knew one thing; she was actually looking forward to tomorrow.
As Killian watches her scamper away, he brings his hand to the back of his head, just now realizing he has a terrible headache. The bruise is excruciatingly large, but right now he can’t really bring himself to care.
Read more here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12450580/1/Once-upon-a-Dream
Summary: Emma knows nothing about her past nor being the princess of Misthaven, and little does she know she has met her betrothed and true love.
Start from the beginning here.
*I am working on this fic without a beta at the moment, so I do apologize for grammatical errors.
Chapter 10
King George paces relentlessly in his throne room. A habit he’s picked up recently ever since reading his son’s letter. His royal guard has been searching the entire kingdom and beyond for him with no luck. He stops at the window to look out. “That boy will regret ever defying me,” King George proclaims to himself.
“Having trouble keeping track of your own son, King George,” an unknown voice speaks.
Startled, King George turns around, wondering who has intruded in on him.
“I guess some people are just not meant for royalty.” Regina is planted firmly on his throne, grinning like a snake.
“Guards,” King George shouts out when Regina cuts him off.
“Don’t bother. I soundproofed this room. I thought we could have a chat.”
“And who might you be? And how did you get in here,” King George raises his voice with clear inpatients for his intruder.
Regina laughs and stands to introduce herself. “oh, calm down your majesty. I’m here to offer you a most appealing opportunity. I’m queen Regina.”
“Regina? Queen Snow’s mother? You were exiled years ago.”
Regina’s lips curl in anger. “Stepmother.” Her poise returns back quickly. “And that’s an excellent Segway as to why I’m here.” Regina starts to pace the room. “I’m about to reclaim my throne from my step-daughter and her prince charming,” slithering King David’s moniker out with a sarcastic tone. “ This will no doubt cause a war. A war I plan to win, for I have a plan in motion to obtain something most precious to them.”
King George smirks, ready to call her bluff. “You don’t have Princess Emma. Everyone knows she’s in hiding.”
“Oh, but I have the next best thing.” Her smile grows in the most sinister way, sending chills up King George’s back. “See, I know that Princess Emma will come to me because I have the man she loves.”
“And who is that?”
“Why, her betrothed, of course. It seems they have already met and have fallen for one another. Your wish come true your highness.”
“Killian? You have my son!” King George starts to charge at Regina with anger in his eyes, but before he can get the second step in he feels an invisible grip wrap around his throat, cutting off his air supply. It stops him in his tracks as he struggles to breathe.
“You dare to approach me in such a manner!?” Regina’s grip gets tighter, enjoying watching King George fall at her mercy. “I’ve come to offer you a deal, George. Join me in my quest to take back my throne. With Princess Emma in my procession and your army, Snow and David will have no choice. It’s no secret you have the most powerful army in the realm. With your army and my magic, we can be unstoppable.”
Regina finally releases her grip on the King, letting him crumble to the floor, gasping for precious air. Rubbing this strained neck and coughing he responds, “And what exactly is in this form me?” He slowly makes his way back to standing to face her. “After you’ve gotten your thrown back, what do I get out of this?”
Regina’s lips curl into a wicked grin. “Why, you king George, get your son back.”
King George’s eyes go wild with anger. “What have you done with him”, he yells at Regina but hesitates to put himself any closer to her.
“He’s fine. He’s making himself comfortable in my dungeon as we speak. Help me, and you may have him back. Do nothing and he dies.”
King George hesitates, studying Regina and weighing his options. “I’ll never help you. I know Killian. He’ll find a way out. He’s my son, and he’s the most resourceful man I know, and I’ve grown tired of our little visit. It’s time for you to leave.”
Regina’s expression goes cold with rage. “Well, that would be a mistake, George.” She quickly strides over to him and plunges her hand into King George’s chest and pulls out a glowing, beating heart.
King George gasps and falls to his knees, grabbing his chest, surprised to feel no opening or injury there.
“See King George, with my magic I can take your heart. And when you hold a heart, you control it. Now, let us have a visit with my step-daughter, shall we.”
“Snow will you please stop pacing. I know you’re anxious to see our daughter, but there’s no need to wear out the floor”, King David teasingly says to his wife as they both await the arrival, and a long-awaited reunion with their only daughter, whom they have given away so many years ago.
Maleficent had sent a message via bird saying the princess was on her way to them. Snow has not sat down since.
“Snow, Maleficent just sent that bird. They’re still miles away.”
Snow stops to look at him, realizing how anxious she was to see her daughter. “You’re right”, she sighs out. She walks to her seat to sit next to her husband in the dining hall awaiting their dinner. “But David, do you think we did the right thing? I mean, how can we expect her to forgive us for sending her away?”
David takes Snow’s hand into his. “Hey”, he says softly. “We had no choice. Regina would have found a way –“
Snow cuts in. “We could have protected her. We could have found a way. We always do!”
“Maybe, but I think you know we couldn’t take that risk. Sending her away was her best chance,” David responds to Snow’s unease and regret, stroking her cheek, giving her as much comfort as possible. The pain and guilt were eating at him too. He knew what she was going through. “And it’s not us we should be projecting this on. This lies on Regina. She’s responsible for those years lost with Emma. She’s the reason she grew up without her parents.” David’s throat gets tight and his eyes get watery with the rage and heartache swirling inside him. “We can only hope Emma will understand.”
Snow looks at her husband with love and adoration, feeling so lucky she has him. She leans toward him bringing her lips to his, cupping his cheek, a single tear rolling down her face. When she breaks the kiss she rests her forehead on his. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would do without you. I only hope you’re right. That Emma will understand and hopefully forgive us because I’m not sure I can.” More tears stream down Snow’s cheeks and David grabs her for an embrace, hoping to comfort her.
“I know,” he says softly. “Me too.”
The castle’s butler interrupts their moment as he opens the doors to the dining hall. “Your Majesties, King George has arrived and has requested he speak with you.”
David takes a moment to answer, wiping a tear from his eye, trying to regain a king’s poise. “Send him in.”
King George walks in bowing before the King and Queen of Mishaven. “King George. To what do we owe the pleasure? Please tell me it’s not about Princess Emma’s return. We’ve already told you, we won’t force our daughter to marry your son. We agreed we’d set up the conditions for them to meet and court, but the rest would be up to them.”
King George stands to address them. “I’m afraid that’s not why I’m here. Queen Regina paid me a visit.”
“Regina,” Queen Snow interjects. “What did she want?”
King George hesitates for a moment. “For me to break my alliance with Misthaven and join her to overtake your kingdom.” His voice breaks, conflict present in his features.
“Well, what’d you tell her,” King David commands.
“She sends me with a message.” King George’s tone and voice change slightly, almost as if it didn’t belong to him. “Give up the crown now and avoid a war with my army that will end countless lives. You will then live the rest of your days in her dungeon, while your daughter lies in an eternal sleep.”
David and Snow quickly come to their feet, David drawing his sword. “You’ve aligned with Regina,” David growls.
“Not by choice.” King Georg pauses. “She has my son.”
“Killian,” Snow whispers. “We will stop her and save Killian George. You don’t have to do this. We’ll find a way.”
“His son isn’t the only thing I have,” Regina says as she waltzes in from behind the doors, King George’s heart on hand.
“Regina,” Snow’s voice gets low with fury. Snow takes David’s sword from his hand and charges at Regina with full force. Snow screams as the blade lead her charge.
“Oh please,” Regina sarcastically responds at the sight. Her wrist flicks toward Snow’s weapon, causing it to fly out of her hand and land several feet away.
Stunned, Snow looks at her husband’s sword on the ground, unsure of her next move.
“You think you can come at me with your petty weapons,” A snarl escaping Regina’s lips as she grips the air with her hand, making Snow gasp for air.
“Snow,” David yells from across the room. He starts running toward his Wife.
“Move any closer Charming and I’ll snap her neck.”
David stops in his tracks, feeling helpless, watching his wife gasp for air to no avail.
Regina looks Snow in the eye. “I would love nothing more than to watch you die right here and now, but killing you wouldn’t be enough. I want you to suffer as I have. I want you to know loss.” Rage and grief battle within Regina as a single tear traces down her cheek. Regina’s vengeful stare bores into Snow’s as she watches the life drain out of her. It’s a challenge to let go and not fulfill her revenge right then and there, but Regina releases her grip and Snow falls for the floor coughing and rubbing her neck.
David runs toward his wife to catch her before she can hit the ground. He checks over her, making sure she’s okay. Turning to Regina he shouts, “What do you want Witch!”
Regina looks down at the King and Queen, satisfied with how she’s wielded her power over them.
“Why, I’ve come to accept your surrender of course. I have at my disposal King George’s army. You can’t win. Soon I will have your daughter under my curse.” She kneels down putting her eyes in line with theirs. “I’ve won.”
“You won’t get her,” Snow manages to speak under a raspy voice. “We’ll see to that.”
Regina slowly stands back up, looking down at them. “Well then, I’ll just have to make sure you can’t stop me.” With another wave of her hand, a purple mist casts over Snow and David. Before they can realize what’s happening they both fall to the floor resting in a deep, deep slumber. Regina grins, feeling the buzz of victory in her grasp. She turns to walk out, King George’s heart still in hand.
“What have you done to them,” King George asks as she strides past him.
“Oh don’t worry. I’ve just put them under a sleeping spell. Different than the one I have in store for the princess. Their sleep is temporary. This spell eventually wears off. I just need to make sure no one gets in my way.” And with that Regina steps outside twirling her free, magical hand in the air as if creating her own magical twister. The purple mist gets bigger until she blows on it with her mouth, sending it out into the atmosphere, putting everyone in the Kingdom under the same spell as the King and Queen.
* I had to update a few things in this chapter. There were some things, in the end, I forgot to put in, but now they’re in. Enjoy the update. Chapter 10 is soon to come. =)
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Summary: Sleeping Beauty AU. Emma knows nothing about her past nor being the princess of Misthaven, and little does she know she has met her betrothed and true love.
Chapter 9
Regina saw Emma leave the prince at the docks. She overheard their conversation as she hid in the shadows still cloaked in her glamour spell; taking note to pay Princess Emma a visit as soon as she tied up one loose end. Making sure there would be no one to follow them.
She made her way to Killian like a snake. Her target clear in her sights. “Excuse me, sire. May I trouble you for coin for food? I am so hungry. Won’t you help an old lady?” Her wrinkled hand stretches out toward Killian.
Killian looked at the old beggar woman, her face obscured, slightly hidden beneath her cloak. Something about her feels odd, sending shivers down Killian’s spine.
He quickly shakes his head, driving the feeling away. The poor woman was starving after all.
“Of course ma ’dam,” he says as he reaches into his purse to place a few pieces of silver in her ragged hands. “There’s a tavern just down the block here. Tell the owner that Killian sent you. She’ll set you up with a nice hot meal.”
“I can’t thank you enough for your kindness.” She looks up from her hands and Killian can finally see her face clearly. She gives him a toothless grin. Then her pupils glow into a purple hue.
Killian feels his eyes are playing tricks on him but then her face begins to distort like a mirage. His vision fades and the purple glow surrounds him. He’s soon engulfed by it and he feels weightless. Before he can realize what’s happening he feels cold metal clasped around his wrists and ankles.
As the purple mist disappears he sees he’s no longer at the docks, but chained to a wall in some kind of dungeon. As soon as his eyes have caught up to his consciousness he starts to fight against his restraints, struggling to find some kind of flaw in the chains. But it’s useless. He’s trapped, and despair begins to sink in. He must find a way out.
Some time has passed. He’s not sure how long, but all of a sudden a beautiful and regal looking woman appears before him coming from a mist of purple smoke. Her face is beautiful but her grin emanated nothing but pure evil. He knows she has something to do with him being chained since it was that same purple smoke that brought him here. His gut tightened as he shot daggers with his eyes at who was clearly his capture.
“What’s wrong Prince Killian? Don’t you appreciate the accommodations I’ve given you? Tisk tisk; how ungrateful. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised since you couldn’t even appreciate living in a castle. I hear your father is quite disappointed with you.”
“Who are you,” Killian’s voice dripping with venom.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Queen Regina.” She takes a bow.
The name sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite place it at the moment. “What do you want,” Killian responds with his voice as low as a growl dripping with rage.
Regina shrugs her shoulders. “Not much, only the ultimate suffering of my enemy.”
“Whatever my father has done to you I had nothing to do with it. And I assure you hurting me won’t cause him any suffering.”
“Oh, it’s not King George I have a quarrel with. Oh no. My quarrel is with Snow White.” The name rolled off her tongue with such disdain and hate.
“Queen Snow? Of Mishaven? What could she have possibly done to you?” Killian knew of Queen Snow and King David. They were loved by their people. He’s only heard of their kindness and generosity as rulers. “And why does it have anything to do with me?” Killian can feel his anger and irritation tighten in his gut and shoulders.
“Because Prince Killian, their daughter has clearly fallen in love with you,” Regina responds.
“Their daughter? You mean Princess Emma? I’ve never even met her.”
Regina’s grin gets bigger with the sheer amusement of the situation. “Is that so? Let me bring you up to speed, shall I? At a young age, you were betrothed to Princess Emma of Misthaven, to which I have placed a curse on so that I can make her parents suffer as I have.” Regina begins to pace the room. Amusement leaving her, replaced with wrath, reliving the last 20 years of her vengeance unfulfilled.
“But, Queen Snow and King David sent away their infant daughter to be raised by three witches that have hidden her from me for 20 years.” Regina pauses, regaining some satisfaction in her voice. “Until you came along. And so thanks to you, I’ve found her.”
Confusion still written on Killian’s face as Regina lets out a shrill of laughter. “You two have got to be the dumbest nitwits in the entire realm. Princess Emma IS your Swan girl! She grew up not knowing who she is!”
Killian is stunned. Could the witch be lying? But what purpose would that serve? The more he thought about Swan being a princess the more believable it became. How could he not realize his Swan was a princess? But how can it be he’s fallen in love with the very woman he’s been trying to run away from? “That’s impossible,” a whisper escapes his lips.
“Highly unlikely yes, but not impossible. But fortunately for me, I have you to draw her out. It seems she was not where she was supposed to be after she left you and now she’s gone missing from me again.” A snarl escapes her lips.
Killian’s anger is boiling beneath the surface, seeping out in his glare and voice. “No. I won’t let you use me to get to her. You can go to hell, your majesty!”
Regina walks closer to Killian. “Oh, such fire. I can see why the princess has fallen for you young prince. Fortunately, there’s nothing you need to do but be right here. Just like this”, she whispers while stroking his cheek.
Her laugh makes his stomach ill. She waves her hand in the air as she turns around to leave. Her laughter lingers in the air after she’s gone from sight. From her magic, a mirror appears in front of him reflecting only his image back at him.
He struggles against his chains till the metal breaks the skin on his wrists. A violent scream escapes his throat. He continues to struggle against his chains to no avail. Swan. She’s in danger. He has to warn her, he has to find her. But first, he must find a way out of this witches clutches.
Sleeping Beauty AU. Emma knows nothing about her past nor being the princess of Misthaven, and little does she know she has met her betrothed and true love.
For those following this story, thank you from the bottom of my heart giving my lil’ fic a read. A new chapter will be coming shortly ;)
Summary: Sleeping Beauty AU. Emma knows nothing about her past nor being the princess of Misthaven, and little does she know she has met her betrothed and true love.
Here is Captain Swan weekly fic roundup List #44, this covers 4/8-4/14. As always if I missed something let me know, I don’t mind adding anything. If you enjoy a fic like, comment and/or reblog and happy reading ❤️
MCs
Dark Hook Comes to Storybrooke ch.25 by @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89
Ethical Conflicts ch.5 by @kymbersmith-90
The Masks We Wear ch.10 by @katie-dub
Since We’re Alone ch.5 by @everlastingcaptainswan
We’re Along Way From There ch.3 by @ivegoneawayinsidemyhead
In Focus ch.6 by @dassala
Not Just a Deckhand ch.15 by @sherlockianwhovian
Reputation ch.16 by @kymbersmith-90
Patience ch.19 ch.20 by @kymbersmith-90
Figure It Out ch.12 by @kymbersmith-90
Waiting to Be Stolen ch.11 by @wingedlioness
North Star ch.39 by Emma_Jones
Jones: Legend of the Seven Seas ch.3 by @hookisthenewsexy
Unbroken ch.18 by @totheendoftheworldortime
Awake and Alive ch.20 by @captainswanandclintasha (complete!)
Once Upon a Dream ch.8 by @jsilva0117
Frozen in Darkness ch.8 by @tomeandflickcorner
The Art of Remembering ch.13 by @swans-and-pirates
Finding Home ch.4 by @overlordofthelollipopguild
Life Just Got Complicated ch.3 by @overlordofthelollipopguild
Taking Second Chances ch.2 by @overlordofthelollipopguild
Not This Again ch.1 by @overlordofthelollipopguild
Earning Happy Endings ch.18 by @brainwithamouth
Two Lost Souls prologue ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 by @emmaswanprotectionsquad
Broken Souls Mend Hearts ch.95 by @overlordofthelollipopguild
Alternative Season 7 ch.11 by @captainswanseven
Fairytales ch.27 by @kymbersmith-90
Alone, Until I Get Home ch.27 by @peglegsjones
Until I Found You ch.2 by hookedonaswan
No One But You ch.6 ch.7 by @thejollyroger-writer
Missing Pieces ch.16 by @onceuponsomechaos
One/Two Shots
Privacy and Pancakes by @laschatzi
Brennan’s Understanding by @kymbersmith-90 (Royal Realities series)
No Other Plans (A CS Birthday AU) by @seriouslyhooked
Prompt by @justanotherwannabeclassic
The Three Times Killian Jones Made a Bad Decision (And the One Time He Didn’t) by @artistic-writer
Ponytail by @searchingwardrobes
Normal by @losttalongthewayy
Prompt by @dani-ellie03
The Jack Frost Incident by @spartanguard (Charm of Powerful Trouble)
Dreamcatcher by @rouhn
Gone the Way of the Dinosaurs by @welllpthisishappening
Say You Won’t Let Go by @seriouslyhooked
* @sambethe has started a weekly fic prompt called Casual Sundays, these are last Sunday’s fics, But please check it out and join in if inspiration strikes!
Summary: Sleeping Beauty AU. Emma knows nothing about her past nor being the princess of Misthaven, and little does she know she has met her betrothed and true love.
Read from the beginning here
Authors note: I’m currently working on this story without a beta, so I apologize for grammatical and spelling errors.
Chapter 8
Mal was beginning to worry. It’s been four days. Two days they waited at the cottage hoping Emma just needed some time to herself and would be back, but after the second day, they knew they needed to find her and bring her home to her birth parents. Traveling by horse and cart they set out their search.
“This is ridiculous Mal! We’re never going to find her in this godforsaken place,” Cruella says as they travel in their carriage through the small town they found themselves in.
Ursula nods her head in agreement. “She’s right. We don’t even know if she’s here. We need magic to find her. She’s out of the protection barrier now. With each passing moment, Regina is also closer to finding her and you can bet she’s using her dark magic to do so.”
Mal knew they were right. They’ve been avoiding using magic for 20 years to keep away unwanted attention. Any use of magic is like a beacon to other magic users. Their protective barrier was up but they knew Regina would be relentless in her search for the princess.
Maleficent sighs. “I know, but we can’t attract attention to ourselves.” She gives them a stern look. We need to go somewhere private.”
Kid: Well… he kind of asked me to go see a movie tonight… together. Can I go?
Emma: You mean like a date?
Kid: Yes?
….
Kid: Please? I really like him and I promise to be home at a reasonable time-
Killian: Well i’ve got no problem with you going if your mother says it’s alright.
Emma: Wait- seriously?
Killian: Aye. She can take care of herself and I trust her.
Kid: Mom?
Emma: Well… I suppose you’re old enough-
Killian: There’s just one request. If Patrick would do us the honour of introducing himself before you go? I’ve yet to meet the lad.
Kid: Dad… you’re not going to pull a grandpa, are you?
Killian: I’ll do nothing of the sort.
Kid: yes! Thankyouthankyou!!
*kid leaves*
Emma: Okay, what are you up to?
Killian: Nothing! Isn’t it better we show we trust her while knowing where she’s going and who with, rather than deny her to the point she’s sneaking out?
Emma: Hmm…
Killian: have a little faith in me, Emma.
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
Emma: Okay, he’s here. Remember to be nice?
Killian: I’ll be nothing but courteous.
Emma: Patrick! Nice to see you again, come in.
Patrick: Hi Mrs Jones.
Emma: She’ll just be a minute. Patrick, this is Killian…
Killian: Pleasure to meet you, lad! I’ve heard quite a bit about you.
Patrick: Likewise, Mr Jones.
Killian: Take a seat. I’m sure she won’t be long. So you’re going to the movies?
Patrick: That’s right, sir.
Killian: Wonderful. Emma never lets me take her to the movies anymore. She says my running commentaries are disruptive.
*awkward laughter*
Emma: I’m gonna go see where she’s at.
*awkward silence*
Patrick: So… Mr Jones-
Killian: Let’s get one thing clear, Patrick. I am not your friend, nor am I a pushover. You know who I am, correct?
Patrick: Yes sir?
Killian: Good. Then you know what i’m capable of. Now I love my daughter, and I know she’s looking forward to tonight. So you’re going to be a gentleman, aren’t you, Patrick?
Patrick: Of course, sir.
Killian: You’re going to treat her with respect, have her home at a reasonable hour, and you’re both going to have a wonderful time, aren’t you.
Patrick: y-yes sir.
Killian: Because i’d hate to think what could happen if she ever came home hurt or upset.
Patrick: Of course not, Mr Jones sir.
Killian: Then i’m glad we’re on the same page. Oh, and one other thing… I prefer Captain.
*ladies enter*
Kid: Hey, you ready to go?
Patrick: Yeah! Erm… you look really pretty. Shall we go? Let’s go. Was really nice to meet you Mrs Jones…. and you Mr Jones- Captain, sir.
Killian: And you, lad.
Emma: Have a lovely time, you two.
*Silence as they leave*
Emma: Okay, what did you do to him?
Killian: Nothing! I actually quite like the boy. Charming fellow.
Emma: Killian Jones, you are a bare faced liar and the fact you think you can still astounds me.
Ok I don’t for a second think he’d be this bad but it was funny in my head. And yes I never gave their kid a name because I couldn’t be bothered lol. Enjoy the dumb crack!
Summary: Sleeping Beauty AU. Emma knows nothing about her past nor being the princess of Misthaven, and little does she know she has met her betrothed and true love.
Read from the beginning here
Authors note: I’m currently working on this story without a beta, so I apologize for grammatical and spelling errors.
Chapter 8
Mal was beginning to worry. It’s been four days. Two days they waited at the cottage hoping Emma just needed some time to herself and would be back, but after the second day, they knew they needed to find her and bring her home to her birth parents. Traveling by horse and cart they set out their search.
“This is ridiculous Mal! We’re never going to find her in this godforsaken place,” Cruella says as they travel in their carriage through the small town they found themselves in.
Ursula nods her head in agreement. “She’s right. We don’t even know if she’s here. We need magic to find her. She’s out of the protection barrier now. With each passing moment, Regina is also closer to finding her and you can bet she’s using her dark magic to do so.”
Mal knew they were right. They’ve been avoiding using magic for 20 years to keep away unwanted attention. Any use of magic is like a beacon to other magic users. Their protective barrier was up but they knew Regina would be relentless in her search for the princess.
Maleficent sighs. “I know, but we can’t attract attention to ourselves.” She gives them a stern look. We need to go somewhere private.”
“Well good luck,” Cruella scoffs. This place is full of one dirty stranger after another.
Maleficent parks the cart and climbs out to tie the horse. She motions her companions to follow her into a nearby alley where no one will see them from the street. With her back to a wall and a clear view of the entrance of the alley, Maleficent pulls out a magical staff from her cloak. On it is a glass globe settled on top.
Cruella’s eyes go wide. “When did you take that out of hiding?”
“I’ve always had it close,” Maleficent says as she affectionately strokes the magical orb. “This is how we’ll find Emma.” Maleficent has missed using magic. Although it was necessary to keep Emma safe and away from prying eyes, she’s longed to use it again.
“Show us, Emma,” she whispers into the globe and blows a soft breath over it making purple and pink dust sparkle and swirl within it. After a moment Emma’s face appears as clear as day within the globe. They see her walking out of a building with her arm hooked on a gentleman. Above their heads, they could make out a sign that reads, Lucas Tavern & Inn.
“There,” Mal speaks. We’ve got her.”
“And how do you suppose we take her with us? At this point I’m not sure what’s going to convince her to leave with us,” Ursula says.
“Leave that to me,” Mal whispers still looking at Emma’s face in her orb, noting how happy she looks. She would love nothing more than to let Emma live her own life and find her happiness, but Emma wasn’t hers. She never was and she made a promise to the King and Queen to return their daughter on her 21st birthday. As much as it hurt Mal to go against her parental instincts, Emma deserves to know where she came from and her parents to finally meet the beautiful, young woman their daughter turned out to be. Emma would understand once she saw them.
Ursula’s voice breaks Maleficent out of her thoughts. “So, what’s the plan?”
Mal looks at Ursula, the confliction present on her face. “Follow me,” She simply states. They move swiftly back to their cart. “We know where she’s staying. We’ll lay low until we can catch her alone”, Mal says.
“And then!” Ursula demanding an answer, Cruella is right behind her wonder the same thing.
Mal climbs into the cart in front of them, irritation in her voice. “And we do what we have to in order to get her home! Regina is still out there searching for her too! We need to get to Emma before she does!”
Ursula and Cruella knew Maleficent was right. With that, all three set themselves in the cart and rode off.
They just finished another lesson of Swan’s sparing and attacks. She’s a very quick learner, Killian thought to himself; all the more reason to marvel at her. Something he’s been doing ever since he’s laid eyes on her. But that marveling grows every second he’s with her. It deepens every time he learns something new about her, or when he gets to see her learn something new about herself. Watching her drink ale for the first time was by far the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. He doesn’t know how deeply he’s fallen for her, but he knows he has.
He’s kept their interactions plutonic since that first day she arrived; ever since she planted that kiss on him at the inn. Amazing as that was to feel her lips on his; he’s also wanted to give Swan her space, allowing time for her to process leaving home, and hopefully learning to trust him. However, it’s been growing more and more difficult to resist the urge to hold her and kiss her senseless, especially watching her sword fight. She has such veracity and passion in her, just starting to break through the surface, and he feels extremely lucky to witness it.
He knows she’s been through an ordeal at home and doesn’t want to pressure her to divulge what happened. But he’s noticed with each passing day her anxiety is escalating; looking around every corner, spooked by loud sounds as if something were after her.
His protectiveness has only grown as well, but so has the desire to put her at ease. That’s why today he has taken it upon himself to seek passage on a vessel to another land. He hears Glowerhaven is lovely this time of year. He hopes Swan will be open to leaving this place with him.
His reasons for leaving, however, aren’t only for Swan. His anxiety grows as well, fearing his father and the royal guards are looking for him. He knew the King would not take lightly his only heir leaving the thrown. But Killian didn’t care. He wanted to live a life of freedom, whatever the cost, and the cost of defying his father is one he would easily pay.
He shook his head trying to discard thoughts of his father. He was ready to move forward with his life and with each moment he spends with Swan, he hopes that life includes her in it.
“Hey,” Emma finally speaks, noticing Killian drifting off in thought. “You okay?”
After spending the afternoon sparing they decided to take a break strolling near the docks. Watching the boats and ships bob and sway in the ocean has always had a calming effect on Killian. They reminded him of Liam and how he loved the water. He has fond memories of being out on Liam’s boat, teaching him to fish and sail. A time in Killian’s life he will always be grateful for.
Killian smiles at Emma, admiring her flushed cheeks from their workout. “I’m fine Swan,” he finally answers. He stops in his tracks to face her taking her hands in his. “I was thinking, that maybe it’s time we leave this place and start an adventure somewhere else. I know leaving might seem scary and I know you haven’t known me for that long-“He finds himself getting nervous with knots in his stomach. “It’s just that”- He takes a deep breath and decides to take a chance. “I’ve fallen in love with you Swan. And I was hoping you’d run away with me. Anywhere you wish to go I’ll take you.”
He holds his breath waiting for her to respond. He doesn’t expect her to say ‘I love you’ back but he hopes she feels safe enough with him to take him up on his offer. But she’s quiet. Too quiet. It puts an ache in his chest that perhaps he’s read this whole situation wrong and she does not return his affections.
Her lips begin to quark up into a shy smile, filling Killian up with hope again.
“I wouldn’t know where to start. Can we go somewhere sunny and warm?”
He smiles and lifts the back of her hand to his lips to give it a gentle kiss. “As you wish milady.”
Her smile grows bigger and she takes her arms and wraps them around him laughing out of pure joy. He’s so glad he’s made her happy. He enjoys the embrace and lifts her off the ground and spins her in the air, so happy that she’s taken his offer and they can now start their new lives. Start living a life of freedom.
He sets her down and their faces linger close together. It's Emma who makes the first move, crashing her lips into his, putting all her love and gratitude into it.
Love, she thought. She did love him. She knew she did since that kiss in the water. Her thoughts are then interrupted by his tongue gently caressing her lips, asking for entrance. Her heart rate picks up its pace and her body gets extremely warm.
All of a sudden feeling self-conscious and aware of all the passer-byes’, she breaks the kiss.
“Thank you,” she finally whispers with their foreheads still touching.
“For what Swan?”
“For everything.” She opens her eyes and looks into his. “I don’t know what I would have done if I haven’t met you. I probably couldn’t believe enough in myself to do this-To live my life on my terms.”
“Well, I didn’t do that Swan. This was all you. You’re far braver and more capable than you realize.”
Her heart soars looking into his eyes and seeing the sincerity in them. He means it. He believes in her. She’s not sure when exactly all of her dreams started coming true but she can sense they are right in front of her; being actualized and the joy she feels has no caparison to anything else in her life.
“So when do we leave,” she asks.
“Tell you what Swan, why don’t you fetch your belongings, have a meal on me, and I’ll talk to a few ships captains and see about getting passage out of here tonight.”
“Sounds wonderful.” She gives him another kiss. As she walks away their hands linger in their touch finally breaking the connection at the very last possible moment. Their eyes still locked, until she has to finally look in front of her to head back to the tavern.
Watching those two idiots fall in love was enough to make her gag! But this was a very interesting development. Princess Emma has fallen in love with her betrothed and what’s fascinating is neither of them knows this!
The evil queen had been following those two all day in disguise. Watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity. It would have to be soon. The fools are planning on fleeing this place. The evil queen had a prophecy to fulfill. Princess Emma would be under her sleeping curse and she would finally have her revenge on Snow White. Snow would finally know the pain she’s felt all these years.
But first, she had to take care of that prince. A plan began to reveal itself to her. She was already seeing her next course of action. How useful love can be when wielded correctly.
Emma made her way back to the inn to wait for Killian. She could still feel her cheeks flushed from their kiss. As happy as she was to be with Killian, she was a bit mournful to leave this place. It was here she learned and discovered so much. Although, she knew it was important to leave it was the place where her and Killian grew closer. This place is where he taught her to sword fight, where he encouraged her and help her break out of her shell.
Still, it was exciting to leave to a new land. She suddenly felt incredibly happy that she was leaving with Killian by her side to their next adventure.
Caught in her thoughts, she approaches the inn when she suddenly hears a familiar voice behind her and freezes.
“Emma?” Maleficent ’s voice was strained. She felt tears beginning to prickle in her eyes. It took everything in her to hold back from embracing Emma the way she wanted to. But from the look on Emma’s face, she knew she was ready to bolt at the sight of her.
“Mal”, Emma stood frozen. “I’m not going back. I’m happy here. I’m finally living my own life. I love you, but this is what I want. Please understand that.”
“Oh Emma I know,” Maleficent says softly with tears in her eyes. “That’s why this hurts so much.”
Confusion and an urge to run suddenly hits Emma, but before she can get her feet to obey everything goes black.
