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808airsoftbros · 2 months

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Vampire Jung Sisters as Your Vampire Mothers

Krystal Jung (Countess)

After her clan was disbanded Krystal went up to become a Countess after proving her worth to the Queen

Then she found little you along the way and she didn't hesitate to take you in as her husband as you were just adorable and such a well-behaved child despite your traumatic history

Throughout your childhood, you never gave Krystal much trouble even though you have thrown some minor temper tantrums there and then but that's because you're clingy for her attention and love

But Krystal always makes time for you no matter where she is and would bring you along in her trips giving you a chance to see the world and you're just happy to be with her

Krystal would be such a caring and loving mother and wife, she believes every child deserves and needs a loving mother

However, she'd often spoil you to make up for a lost time, she gifts you expensive luxury brands and toys but you never cared much for them

You'd only want to be with her and she was quite delighted to say the least so she'd prioritize spending her free and down time with you whenever she isn't busy with her royal duties

But as you kept growing older you started developing hormones much to Krystal's expectations and she was waiting for this moment ever since she adopted you

When you were finally turned of age, Krystal would start teasing and flirting with you more and test your boundaries to see where what you're comfortable with

Eventually Krystal would wear revealing outfits and even lingerie in the house like it was normal to grab your attention so you're solely focused and addicted to her

"What's the matter baby boy~? What are you looking at me like that~?" She teased innocently knowing exactly what she was doing

Privileges: Would let you choose her lingerie, feed you her homemade cooked meals, be able to stare and admire as much as you want, be spoiled rotten with gifts and attention, and being able to see the world with her

Jessica Jung (Countess)

Just like her older sister, her clan would disband and she'd move up the ranks of the Sisterhood to becoming a Countess under the Queen

Jessica was late to adopting a husband and she finally felt it was about time to find her soulmate she could take care of and love for the rest of her life

There her heart choose you, Jessica didn't know how to explain it in words when she first saw your small baby doll eyes and she felt everything was right when she met you

Without hesitation she took the oath and choose you to be her husband, Jessica would juggle her duties as a Countess and your mother throughout the days and ensure you weren't being neglected

Being your mother and wife and also a Countess are all huge responsibilities that can even overwhelm a regal Vampire such as herself and some nights would feel so much pressure and anxiety making her a perfectionists

But you were always there to calm her down as a tight little hug is more than enough to calm down her worries and troubles and she'd always be reminded that as long as you're happy, safe, and healthy that is a victory for her

She'd also have her older sister Krystal to help her and the two sisters would host play dates between yourself and Krystal's husband

But eventually when you got older and became a matured adult, Jessica would feel sad as she misses craddling you when you were a baby but happy at the same time...

That is because she is now able to express her sexual desires but she'd only go by your boundaries and what you're comfortable with

Jessica would start sleeping half naked and eventually fully naked with you in bed until the two of you did the deed

Jessica just like her sister would wear revealing and sexy outfits and on your birthdays and special occasions, she'd be totally naked with her assets on full display just for you and she smirk knowing this will always have an effect on you

Privileges: Utterly spoils you with her love and body along with expensive luxury products, would let you touch her body whenever she wasn't busy, cuddles and movie nights, and having a beautiful Vampire wife

#kpop #kpop idol #kpop gg #bxg #x male reader #vampire au #krystal #krystal jung #jung sisters #f(x)#f(x) krystal #f(x) kpop #jessica #jessica jung #snsd #snsd jessica #girls generation

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vaniloqu3nce · 1 year

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More about the wenclair kids, this post is dedicated to @krystal-maiden because they wanted to know more about the twins! If anyone wants to ask anything about them, I’d happily share my hyperfixations with anyone (:

Leonidas is a pack animal and prefers company. He follows his moms everywhere and whenever his uncles visit he will hold something they have hostage so they can stay longer. Leonidas was jealous that Wednesday AND Enid had brothers, so he asked for brothers for his birthday. He got two twin sisters instead.

When the twins came home, Leonidas tried to return them because he thought they got the wrong kids.

Vittoria and Naenia are not identical twins, in fact one look at them and nobody could tell they were twins at all. Vittoria is the spitting image of Enid and Leonidas save for her nearly black eyes. And Naenia is the spitting image of Wednesday, except her bright blue eyes which stare into the soul of anyone and everyone.

Naenia and Vittoria were born with their dominant gene being psychic, and because of their twinship they share a connection. If Vittoria cries, Naenia will start crying soon after. If Vittoria is hungry, Naenia will cry, if Naenia wakes up in the middle of the night and sits there quietly, Vittoria will wake up and start crying. If Naenia needs to be changed, Vittoria will start crying. Leonidas noticed this and immediately started trying to experiment to figure out the limits of this. Wednesday always manages to catch him before someone gets beheaded though.

Vittoria was smiling as soon as they left the delivery room. (They had to make sure Leonidas didn’t cut the breaks) Naenia didn’t stop crying unless Wednesday held her and they didn’t like to be separated. Leonidas spent the entire car ride pouting because he wanted brothers.

Naenia has a permanent glare, unless her face is relaxed, like when she’s inspecting Enid’s fangs or near Vittoria. (Naenia will play with Enid and Leo’s fangs as a baby) The first time she smiles is at Leonidas as he’s about to set her on fire, and he decides she is more useful alive (his heart melts and he realizes he’d protect his baby sisters with his life). Vittoria is a very happy baby so long as she’s entertained. She’s very curious and tries to get into everything Leo owns (annoy him to death) and thus starts their life long prank rivalry.

Yoko loves the twins and Leo, she insist they call her aunty or dad (Wednesday firmly disagrees even though she is their god mother). Frequently Yoko just pops into the house with gifts for the twins and Leo. Vittoria loves anything colorful to chew on and expensive (she seems to be able to smell what costs money). Yoko very quickly becomes Vittoria’s favorite and Naenia loves her fangs.

Leonidas always tries to ambush and kill Yoko but she’s much faster and stronger than he is. Yoko just thinks he’s adorable every time he tries to jump on her back with a toy knife. He makes it his goal to defeat her in combat (even though he won’t say it, he respects her a lot). And he likes that she protects Enid, Leo is very protective of his moms.

Naenia loves being around Leonidas, she smiles most as a baby when he watches horror movies with her.

Vittoria loves when there are a lot of people around to watch, she doesn’t like to be bored at all. She often spends time in Leonidas’s old carrier with Enid because she likes to move around. And because Naenia doesn’t like to be far from her, Enid buys a second one for Wednesday to use in public. She is appalled. She wears it anyway. They’re in their snood colors.

Enid: We can match!

Wesnesday: …Leo I think your mom is trying to send me to an early grave.

Leonidas: Grave digging! :D

Wednesday, nodding: Yes we do have to take them on their first grave robbing expedition, they’re getting about that age.

Enid: …they’re five months old.

Wednesday: By that age my father and my uncle had already taken me across the sea to slay my first kraken with them. It’s a bonding experience for family.

#wenclair #eniday #wenid #wenclair parent au #wenclair kids au #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday future au #wednesday #enid #enid and wednesday #enid: we are not slaying anything or anyone #leonidas: D:#wednesday: do not worry leo she just doesnt know how fun it is #leo is constantly fighting with Vittoria even though he’s four years older than her #vittoria laughs at him even as a baby #naenia can sit in Leo’s arms for hours just chilling while glaring at everyone #leonidas DOES try to see if they bounce and Wednesday catches them #leonidas does try to fence the twins #yoko: no he already has two moms can i be the god father #wednesday: absolutely not #enid gasping: OFC yes #yoko is technically their god father #yoko appearing on a random tuesday with divina: DAD IS HOME #yoko tanaka

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 5 months

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Girls' Trip Fairy Tale Ending--Chapter 5 of 6

Summary: This is my combined birthday gift for Joni ( @jrob64 ), Marta ( @snowbellewells ) and Krystal ( @kmomof4 ). Happy birthday ladies! Four fandom friends are nearing the end of their annual girls’ trip when they’re suddenly visited by Isaac, the author before Henry. He gives them an each a gift–an opportunity to jump into any scene in the storybook they want and fix it. Large focus on CS, although other characters and relationships will be explored. A big shoutout to @hollyethecurious and @winterbaby89 for betaing!

Word Count: 2420

Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew @annaamelll @flslp87 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay @ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch @missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich @jennjenn615 @laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04 @nickillian @gillie @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4 @linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious @laughswaytoomuch @allyourdarlingswans @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight, @lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64 @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @elfiola

Other chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4)

Can also be found on: (ao3) (ff.net)

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Jen didn’t know what she expected transportation via storybook to be like, but she was delighted to discover it was something like entering a snowglobe. Snowflakes swirled around her, and she watched with delight as they landed on her arms, her shoulders, the ends of her hair. Each one was different, but each was thoroughly exquisite in its own way. She knew that most people didn’t get her love of winter and snow but it was beautiful and fascinating, and she would go on loving it despite what anyone else might say.

So engrossed was Jen in the snow swirling around her, that she barely noticed moving from her place in the cabin until the air cleared and she found herself just inside the Charming’s flat. Her eyes fell first on the tremendous, festively decorated Christmas tree in the sitting area and then the simpler evergreen wreath hanging on the inside of the door.

So it was Christmastime in her version of events? Well, why not? Wasn’t Christmas the time for magic? And she would need some heavy duty, industrial strength magic to fix the mess Isaac had made of the latter part of season 6.

“So Hook….he killed my father? Okay, that’s a little tough to process.” she heard David say from the kitchen area, and suddenly she knew just exactly where they were in the story. She hung back for a moment, trying to figure out just the right time and the right way to intervene.

“I was hoping I didn’t have to tell you,” Emma said, sounding defeated from her perch on the breakfast bar.

“Where the hell is Hook anyway?” David asked, aggressively pacing the kitchen. “He didn’t have the guts to come tell me himself?”

If anything, Emma looked even more dejected. “There’s more. Hook, he … he left town.”

“What?” David exclaimed, finally coming to a stop and staring at his daughter in disbelief.

“We had a big fight about him hiding this, and I told him if he wasn’t ready to trust me that, that we shouldn’t talk for a while,” Emma said, “so I guess he wasn’t ready, because Leroy saw him on the docks, and he got on the Nautilus and just…sailed away.”

At this, Jen found herself shaking her head, hurrying forward to intervene.

“Emma,” she said gently, “are you sure? Are you absolutely SURE that’s what happened?”

Emma looked up, anger and pain written all over her face. She spread her hands wide. “He’s not here, is he? What am I supposed to think?”

“I know how hurt you are by all that happened,” Jen said, “but hasn’t he shown you yet that you don’t need to put up your walls to protect yourself from him? Hasn’t he proven how much he loves you?”

“Not enough to keep from hiding things from me,” she muttered.

“Kind of like how you hid the truth about the shears and your destiny as savior from him?” Jen asked, being careful to keep any hint of accusation from her tone.

“That’s….that’s different!” Emma spluttered, jumping from the counter and striding purposely toward the coat rack. “I’ve gotta get to the station. Look, whatever you or I or anyone else might think of him, the facts are the facts, and the fact is that Leroy saw him leave me. End of discussion.”

As though to punctuate her sentence, she stepped out the door and slammed it behind her. The Christmas wreath on the door fell to the floor with the violence of the action. David moved forward to replace the decoration on its perch.

“You know I’m right, don’t you David?” Jen asked.

He didn’t look at her, instead taking long moments to adjust the wreath just so on the door. Finally he turned back to face her. “She’s my daughter, Jen, and she’s hurting, and he’s the cause of it, whatever led to it. My focus has to be on helping her heal”

“But if things aren’t exactly the way they look…if maybe this is the work of a villain or something,” Jen said, “wouldn’t the ideal way to help her be to figure out the truth? And you know Killian. You know how much he loves Emma. Doesn’t he deserve the benefit of the doubt?”

David frowned, and Jen could tell her words struck a chord in him. “I suppose you’re right.”

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With another delightful swirl of snow, Jen found herself transported to the sheriff’s station where David and Emma were discussing digitizing files and the merits of busywork to help dull the pain. She decided to hang back in the shadows, watching to see how this scene played out.

“I’ve got just the thing to mend a broken heart,” Regina said happily, brushing snow off of her coat as she breezed into the station and held up a small piece of paper rolled into a scroll.

Emma eyed it warily. “Whatever spell that is, I don’t want it. I’m seriously not in the mood for magic.”

“Who said anything about magic?” Regina said unfurling the scroll which was covered in so many images of the season, it looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it. “It’s a two for one drink coupon for that new club, Aesop’s Tables. Seems they’re having a big Christmas sale. It’d be a shame to waste it!”

David stepped up, looking at the coupon and shaking his head. “Really? You think half priced liquor is the way to go.”

“I certainly do,” Regina said. “We need a ladies night out, me, Emma and Snow. We go early enough, we can get back in time for Christmas eve with the family.”

Emma looked unimpressed at the suggestion. “Remember she’s in a sleeping curse? She’s at home. Asleep.”

“Well, she doesn’t have to be asleep,” Regina said with a meaningful look at David.

“Oh come on! I just woke up!” he said. Regina gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes. “I guess she doesn’t have to be asleep.”

Emma got to her feet, clearly in no mood for any of this. “I can’t. I’m about to go on patrol, and shouldn’t you be trying to break that curse?”

Regina blew out an exasperated breath. “Well, I’m working on it, but I could use a break. We all could. I know you’re hurting, and I know you’re trying to hide it because, well, you’re Emma, but you can’t just run from this.”

Emma gave her a hard look. “I didn’t run. Hook ran, so, there’s nothing more to say.” She placed the last file on the pile in front of her with rather more force than strictly necessary, and then headed toward the door. It was abundantly clear that she was running from the conversation as much as she was heading out on rounds.

“You know,” David said speculatively as she walked out, “I’ve been thinking.”

Regina snorted, “a dangerous pastime.”

He glared at her and then went back to the topic at hand. “I’m not sure it’s true. I’m not sure Hook really DID run,” he finished.

“Well he’s not here, is he?” she asked, gesturing around the office to make her point. “Seems your daughter has some reason to think he skipped town.”

“Leroy,” David said.

“I beg your pardon?” Regina said.

“Leroy’s her reason,” David said. “He apparently saw Hook on the docks, told Emma something about Hook getting on the Nautilus and sailing away.”

Regina tutted derisively. “Leroy? Emma’s just going on the word of that gossip girl?”

David shrugged. “You know how hard it is for Emma to trust, how closely she guards her heart. She’s hurting, but you and I both know Hook. That man isn’t capable of loving by half measures. It doesn’t make sense that he’d decide he doesn’t trust her and just….cut his losses and skip town.”

Jen nodded in satisfaction. That’s the David she knew, rather than the clueless one Isaac wrote, the one who was ready to believe the worst of Killian at the slightest provocation.

“I guess you have a point there,” Regina conceded, “and we do have a psychopath running around trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe it’s time to give the pirate the benefit of the doubt.”

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With another swirl of snow, Jen found herself in the sitting room of Emma’s house. She smiled as she saw the tall Christmas tree in the corner, bedecked with lights and garland and all manner of hook, swan, storybook and Disney character ornaments.

The smile slid from her face as she spied Emma and Henry sitting together at opposite ends of the sofa. Henry played on his phone, earbuds in place while Emma slowly, gently placed Hook’s possessions in his chest. She hesitated as she reached Liam’s ring hanging from its chain. She held it close, looking down at it, the tears coming to her eyes in spite of herself.

Beside her, Henry seemed to notice her distress. He pulled the earbuds from his ears. “Mom, you okay?”

Emma took a deep breath and decisively placed the ring in the trunk and closed the lid. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered. “I have to be,” she added under her breath. “Henry, can you take this out to the shed later?”

Henry nodded. “Yeah, whatever you want.”

That was it? That was all Henry had to say on the matter? Clearly it was time for Jen to intervene again.

“Take a moment to think about this Emma, Henry,” Jen said. “Look at what’s sitting before you. Hook’s chest, filled with all his most prized possessions. If he was going to leave you, why would he leave all of that behind?”

Jen saw a small glimmer of hope dawn in Emma’s eye, but just as quickly it disappeared. “I don’t know, but I’ve already told you. I have to face the facts. Holding on to false hope only hurts worse.”

Beside her, Henry furled his brow. “Jen’s got a point, mom,” he said, Jen nodded in satisfaction. Maybe the Truest Believer was ready to work his (metaphorical) magic once more. “Killian spent two hundred years trying to avenge my grandma Milah. Once he loves someone, he loves them forever.”

There was that tiny spark of hope in her eyes once more. It lasted longer this time before it faded. “But sometimes love is not enough. Seems that’s the case with Hook.”

“Mom, he literally went to hell for you,” Henry said. “You two were proven True Love. When Zeus wanted to send Killian to his ultimate reward–to the place he truly belonged–he sent him back to you. You really think he gave all of that up over an argument?”

Emma took a moment to think this over and seemed to be on the verge of responding when there was a brisk knock on the door, and a moment later David and Regina strolled in.

“Regina…what the hell?” Emma asked, getting to her feet.

“Your Charming father and I have been talking,” Regina said, “and we’ve come to the conclusion that you’re being an idiot.”

“I’d like to point out for the record, that that is not the conclusion I came to,” David said with an exasperated glare in the direction of his step-mother-in-law. “I said that I thought your pain might be clouding your judgment.”

“Technicalities,” Regina said with a wave of the hand.

Emma rolled her eyes. “As much as I’m enjoying the bickering at my expense,” she drawled, “is there a point to your visit?”

“We were thinking,” David said, stepping forward. “How many times in this town has a villain screwed with things and made circumstances seem different than they are in order to despirit the heroes and further their plan? How can we be sure Gideon didn’t, I don’t know, do something to make Killian leave?”

There was that hope in Emma’s eyes once more, and this time it stubbornly refused to fade. “Do you really think that could be the case?” she asked.

“Of course!” Henry said, “and we know what Gideon’s trying to do! He’s trying to separate Emma from all her sources of support before the final battle! It would be just like him to get rid of Killian, her true love.”

“But…” Emma said, starting to protest once more, but far more weakly this time.

“Emma he’s your True Love, and that’s a special kind of magic,” David said, placing his hands on her arms. “Don’t you at least owe him–and yourself–trying to figure out for sure?”

“I suppose you’re right,” Emma said, “but how? Forget why he left. We don’t even know where he went.”

Jen stepped up, looking at Regina. “It’s Christmas time. Surely there’s some sort of…I don’t know…enchanted Christmas ornament ro something that can help us out.”

“I don’t know about an ornament,” Regina said slowly, “but there is the legend of the Christmas wreath.”

“What legend is that, mom?” Henry asked.

“Well the evergreen wreath is a symbol of everlasting love, right?” Regina asked. “You know, evergreens never shedding their green needles, the circle the symbol of that with no beginning or end, all of that?”

Emma shrugged.

“Well, apparently, at Christmastime, the wreath has a special, even greater magic,” Regina says. “The magic of the season enhances its True Love properties, and, in short, if someone is True Love, it’s said they will be able to see their True Love in it, assuming they adorn it with something meaningful belonging to said True Love.”

“One problem,” Emma said. “I don’t have a wreath.”

“But Grandma and Grandpa do!” Henry said excitedly. “They made it together and it’s on their door! That could work, couldn’t it?”

Regina groaned. “Given how utterly sickening their True Love is, I’d say a wreath they lovingly made together might be the perfect option.”

“And as for something meaningful to Killian,” Emma said, reaching into the trunk and grasping Liam’s ring, “I’ve got the perfect thing.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” David asked with a broad smile. “Let’s get back to the loft!”

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“I don’t see anything,” Emma said dejectedly several minutes later.

Regina had poofed them directly to the loft, and Emma had wasted no time in draping Liam’s ring over her parents’ wreath before staring into the center of it.

“You have to believe, Emma,” Regina said, “truly believe in the strength and everlasting nature of your love. You need to put all doubts from your mind.”

Emma took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and then looked back through the center of the wreath. She gasped, hearing him before she saw him.

“Emma? Emma are you there? I didn’t mean to leave. I was on my way back to you and Gideon, he sent me away.”

Slowly the picture began to emerge from within the wreath. Killian seemed to be in some exotic place, a place in the desert. If Emma wasn’t mistaken, he was standing beside…was that Ariel?...and he was speaking into what looked like a seashell.

“Seems he’s trying to communicate via ‘shell’ phone,” David grinned. Regina groaned and Emma shushed them both, concentrating on what she was hearing from the wreath…or shell…or whatever the hell was happening.

“I would never leave you. Emma. He wanted me out of the way, and I love you. I don’t know if you can hear me but I’m trying to get home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

Tears of relief filled Emma’s eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. “Killian?” she answered.

Through the wreath, she saw him start and look down in wonder at the shell in his hand. “Emma? You’re there?”

“I’m here,” she said tearfully. “I hear you. I love you too!”

“I’m trying desperately to get home to you,” he said. “Christmas is tomorrow, and I couldn’t bear to spend it without you. Do you have any suggestions?”

Emma looked around at Regina. “Anything more to that wreath legend?” she asked. “Can it, like, transport someone?”

“Well,” Regina said slowly, “I suppose it’s possible, if he could find a wreath of his own and something of yours to tether them together. Maybe the wreath could bring him home.”

“Are you there, love?” Killian asked.

“He can’t hear you?” Emma asked Regina.

She shrugged. “Well he’s not my True Love.”

Emma rolled her eyes before telling Killian what Regina had just conveyed to her. It was a matter of just a moment to get everything arranged. As luck would have it, Ariel had, among her tremendous collection of random things, a Christmas wreath, and Killian was able to tether it to Emma’s by adding her engagement ring to its boughs.

There was a flash of Christmas lights, and then he was there, back in the room with them.

Jen held her breath, knowing what was coming, thrilled at the prospect of being a witness to it. She pulled back to give them a bit of privacy, even if she had no intention of withdrawing entirely from a scene of such great importance to her very favorite fictional couple.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” Killian said, taking her hand. “I should have told you what I did to your grandfather all those years ago, and I should never, never have even considered running away.

Jen noticed the tears in Emma’s eyes, her watery smile as she looked up at him. “It’s okay. I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to tell me the truth. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She turned away, trying to pull him with her, but he held his ground. “No,” he said, “no, there’s something I have to do before I get pushed into another portal and this time, I’m gonna do it the right way.”

Killian reached into his jacket pocket, wincing with the pain the movement caused his bruised body. He pulled out the engagement ring and Jen noticed how brilliantly it shown in the light of the Christmas tree behind them.

“Swan,” he continued "I know that you face an uncertain future, but there’s one thing I want you to be certain of–that I will always, always be by your side.” He sunk to one knee gazing up at her with every ounce of the love and adoration he felt for her. “So, Emma Swan, what do you say? Will you marry me?”

While normally not nearly as exuberant as Krystal, it was only with great difficulty that Jen restrained herself from squealing. The scene had been beautiful and romantic when she’d watched it on her TV screen–multiple times–but being there, in person–there were no words.

And then when Emma got to her knees beside him, took his face in her hands, gave him her yes and then kissed him tenderly, there was no way Jen could have held back her ecstatic sigh.

Neither Emma nor Killian, who were thoroughly engrossed with each other and cocooned in their love nor anyone else in the room heard or noticed as the snow swirled one last time to transport Jen back to the cabin.

#ouat fanfiction #girls' trip fanfiction #fandom friends' birthday fics #cs christmas fics #6x15 a wondrous place #my fanfiction

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exhaustedpirate · 5 months

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here is the end of our adventure! consider this a late christmas gift and thank you so much for joining us in this journey! this whole story is dedicated to krystal (@kmomof4) for how amazing she was during this whole thing, thank you so much!

Chapter Eight - Epilogue

word count: 2,010 words

rating: Teen and Up

tag list: @cocohook38 ; @bluewildcatfanatic ; @piraterefrigerator ; @sotangledupinit ; @booksteaandtoomuchtv ; @teamhook

Two years later

Avalon looked the same as it had the last time they had been there. It had looked the same as the time before that, too. And the time before that, and the time before that… Killian and Emma had made the journey to the island many times in the last two years.

After the portal disappeared from the water’s surface, they had sat on the water’s shore for a few long moments, hand in hand, barely any space between them. They hadn’t wanted to leave. They hadn’t wanted to face life without the boy.

Returning back to the Caspartine had been a slow trek, silence filling the space between them. They were received with understanding and mournful expressions. Despite his short time aboard, Henry’s presence had impacted the crew, the boy’s family, greatly.

Killian and Emma had joined the Caspartine crew in their voyages, dividing their time between the skies and the Misthaven court, sharing time with their families.

They had been present for Nemo and Shakespeare’s retirement celebration and had helped the former Captains move their belongings into a cliffside cabin. Then they had been in attendance at Prince Lucas’ birth. He was named Crown Prince after Emma declared her decision to join Killian captaining the Caspartine.

The ship had two captains once more. Ones just as in love as the former.

Their relationship had continued its growth during their separation from Henry. Without adventures and villains, Emma and Killian had finally been able to enjoy the quiet moments. They leaned on each other, trusted each other, and loved each other.

Killian knew he loved Emma far earlier than he thought possible. It took all he had not to shout it out before she was ready. The crew would forever remember the time he almost navigated the ship through a flock of birds when Emma whispered her love for him in his ear. Thankfully, her laughter at his reaction had been easily silenced by a kiss.

Every month, without exception, they would make their way to Avalon. They would row to the shore, settle on the bank of the lake and watch the sun rise and the sun set. Every month, Nimue and the island would welcome them as old friends and they would feel her understanding, her care, the shared love for their missing halves.

Sometimes Killian would quietly tell stories about the stars, repeating some, telling others anew. Sometimes Emma would sing, her voice blending with the nature surrounding them. They did it all in hopes of triggering Henry’s return. It hadn’t worked yet.

The sun was high in the sky, its blinding light reflected in the crystal clear water. Despite the cold air, the warm glow of the sun created a balmy atmosphere. Killian lay on the blanket they spread on the grass, parallel to the bank of the lake with Emma’s head cushioned on his chest.

“It’s Henry’s birthday soon,” Emma said quietly, popping a slice of pear in her mouth. “Will and Elizabeth invited us to be there. We need to bring him something.”

“Aye,” Killian sighed, his fingers running casually through Emma’s hair. “He did tell me what he wanted as a present, when we were last there.”

With a curious frown, she stretched her neck to look up at him. “What did he say?”

“He wanted Henry there.”

“Oh.”

Her quiet answer left even more quiet in its wake. It was why he hadn’t told her then, not when she was so happy, shown by the wide smile on her face, at spending time with their friends. Not when just the thought of the boy reminded him of the missing part of their hearts.

His strokes through her hair turned more comforting as the quiet gave them space to feel their loss.

“It’s been so long,” Emma whispered, her voice breaking. “What if something happened?”

The questions had been asked time and time again. Nimue would smile reassuringly at them, explain that this training was Henry’s destiny, and that she was confident he was safe. Snow and David would hug them, patting their backs comfortingly, giving them words of hope. They stopped engaging with the Blue Fairy after some aggravating comments over their “reckless behavior” when they split their hearts to save Henry instead of preventing it all together. If Killian had had any more interaction with the head fairy he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself from attempting something very foolish.

“We would know,” he answered as he did every time. Despite his own heart-wrenching concern for the boy, he knew that their hearts would also be the ones to warn them.

Emma turned around, carefully avoiding the spread of treats over the blanket. Crossing her arms, she lay her chin on them so they could look at each other. He cupped her cheek with his hand, rubbing his thumb on the apple of her cheek.

“We would.” Like always, she would place her hand over his heart, focus on its steady beating and he would feel the warmth spread over it.

He followed her arm to lay his hand over hers on his chest, his fingers tracing hers, focusing on her ring finger. His heart beat faster at the thought of adorning the empty finger. She smiled, feeling his touch and he was thankful she couldn’t read his mind.

It wasn’t the right time. There was still something missing.

“Come here.” Killian smiled, removing his left arm from behind his head to rise on his elbow.

Emma shared his smile and rising up on the palm of her hand, she cupped his cheek, their eyes focused on each other. His hand laid on hers once more, unable to keep from touching her, from being close to her.

Her lips pressed softly against his, a chaste kiss that still brought a spark to his whole body, like she always did. The kiss turned deeper, their love shared between the touch of their lips, the soft moans and sighs filling their little haven.

A powerful wave made the ground tremble, leaving a feeling of warmth. They opened their eyes, breaking the kiss. A frown creased their brow even as a surprised smile stretched their lips.

“How did you do that?” Killian asked, impressed.

Her smile dimmed as her frown deepened. “That wasn’t me…”

Their joint confusion melted into realization, their eyebrows raised and lips parted. At once, they turned to the lake, their hearts beating faster in anticipation.

Henry stood over the water like they had before, a closing portal behind him. He looked different, older, but they would always recognise their boy.

“Hi.” Even his voice sounded different and not just due to the emotion in it.

“Henry…”

Killian’s whisper prompted them into action. Faster than they thought possible, they stood up, rushing towards the water. Henry did the same, running towards them.

They met in the middle, crashing together in a jumble of limbs. Henry had grown taller, his head now reaching their shoulders, his arms long enough to wrap around them both. There was a mess of sobs, tears, and smiles in the almost non-existent space between them. They were together again.

“You’re back,” Emma cried, grabbing onto Henry’s cheeks to place several kisses on his forehead and cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re finally back.”

“I missed you guys.” Henry smiled, tears streaming down his cheeks, burying his face in Emma’s neck. “So much.”

With Emma’s arms wrapped around the boy, Killian wrapped his left arm around the both of them, his hand on the back of the boy’s head. “So did we, my boy.” He laid a kiss on his forehead.

He raised his head with an excited smile, his eyes shining. “I have so much to tell you!”

“So do we!” Emma grinned, wiping her tears with the back of her hand before going back to touching Henry’s face and arms almost immediately.

“A lot has happened.” Killian smirked, wiping away Henry’s tears, uncaring of his own.

Henry looked between them, his happy smile filling all the cracks in their hearts. They stood in silence for a few minutes, reveling in the fact that they were reunited, that they were a family once more.

“You have cake?” Henry asked, his eyes having finally gone to the spread blanket on the grass.

The two adults let out a surprised laugh. “Aye, my boy. Elsa made it specially for you.”

Henry frowned. “How did she know I would be back?”

“She didn’t.” Emma’s smile was melancholic as she caressed the boy’s cheek. “She makes it for us every time we come here, just in case.”

“Oh…” Henry sighed, a frown creasing his forehead.

“But you’re back,” Killian added, a smile on his face. “That’s all that matters.”

“Yes and we’ll have a lot of time to make up for.”

Henry gave an agreeing nod, a smile lighting up his face. “Starting with having cake.”

They laughed together as they began to walk back to the blanket.

“Actually,” Killian stopped their progress. “There is something that I’d like to do. Something that has been a long time coming.”

His companions looked at him, a curious expression on their faces. The realization of what he was about to do made him nervous, his heart beating faster and his palm sweating.

“I was waiting for you to come back to us to do this,” he began, looking at Henry. “Not only because I wanted you to be present for this but also because you have a very important piece of this puzzle.” Killian took a deep steadying breath, glancing at Emma’s confused expression before holding his hand out towards Henry. “I’m hoping you still have my ring?”

“Yeah.” Henry quickly unclasped the chain. “I kept it safe.”

As the ring was deposited in his hand, Killian saw Emma’s eyes widen in realization. Henry still sported a curious and confused expression.

“Thank you, my boy.”

He turned to Emma, her parted lips and wide eyes greeting him. He dreaded finding something in her eyes that told him this was a bad idea, but all he saw was love.

“Emma,” Killian said with a deep breath. “You know I love you and I hope you know I want to spend the rest of my days by your side. I want to be your family. I want to be your home. And now that we have our boy back, we can be just that.”

Killian smiled at Henry’s shocked face, finally realizing what Killian was about to say. He returned his gaze to Emma, sharing her smile and the watery shine in her eyes.

“So, Emma, our Swan…” His smile grew as his companions chuckled. “Will you marry me?”

He never felt more exposed - his heart in clear view of the world - as he did now, standing in front of the love of his life and his son, holding a ring that symbolized the family he had had once and that he hoped to have again.

His heart stuttered as Emma shook her head. Despite his nerves, he never expected a ‘no’. But then her hand cupped his cheek, her smile wide and bright, her other hand grabbing onto his and he could do nothing but get lost in her eyes as he shared her smile.

“With words like that,” Emma’s voice trembled. “How could I say no?”

His smile widened as he closed the space between them to kiss her fiercely, passionately. He could feel his heart fill with love, warmth, happiness. So full he felt it was doomed to beat out of his chest. Distantly, he heard Henry’s cheers.

They broke for air, Emma’s smile blinding. She let go of his hand to open hers to him. Understanding her intention, he chuckled, sliding the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly. Henry wrapped his arms around their necks pulling them into a hug, now filled with laughter.

They were a family. They didn’t need anything else.

Well, Henry thought differently, much to their amusement.

“This calls for some cake, right?”

#parent for hire #carolina writes #the actual big finale #thank you for reading #i love you guys #killian jones #emma swan #henry mills #captain hook #captainswan #captaincobraswan #ouat #once upon a time #cs ff #ouat ff

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snowbellewells · 7 months

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A Birthday Gift for the Amazing Krystal @kmomof4

Krystal @kmomof4 -- I tried and tried to come up with just the right sort of story to write for your birthday, or rec list to make of your works, or gift to send to you in the mail, but nothing seemed quite right. Then an idea finally struck me. I hope you will enjoy it, and that maybe it will feel like the gift keeps on giving as it unfolds: A Krystal's "Choose-Her-Own-Adventure" Story!!! (I don't know if you remember those books where you, the reader, got to choose the different turns it would take at various points in the story.) I'm hoping to gift you a story where you get to choose the pieces and parts you'd like, and I'll craft something that goes along with what you suggest.

So, to start us off message me, or send me an ask, or e-mail me (or whatever you would like :) and answer these questions to start with, and I'll do my best to get your adventure on its way....

Sorry it's so late in the day, but I hope it's been a wonderful birthday for you. You deserve all the celebration possible!!!

Questions to start under the cut:

Overall Type of Fic You Want: Canon Compliant/Missing Moment Canon Divergent Modern AU///Enchanted Forest AU Historical AU Movie/Show/Book AU Other (another type you would prefer)

Other Relationships to Include Besides CS: Captain Cobra Captain Charming daddy!Charming mama!Snow CaptainBook BrothersJones Other (your choice)

Side Characters to Work In: Will Tink Grumpy Elsa Ruby Jefferson Other (your choice(s)

Relationship Tropes to Use: Slow Burn - Mutual Pining Enemies to Lovers Soulmates Childhood Sweethearts Forbidden Love Princess/Pirate or Royal/Commoner Musician or Actor/Actress Other (up to you)

Plot Elements to Include: Bed Sharing (Only One Bed) Isolated or Trapped (huddling for warmth) Love Potion Truth Serum Pregnancy (accidental or planned - you choose) Natural Disaster (shipwreck/fire/flood/etc.) Other

#birthday fic idea #komof4 birthday gift #choose your own adventure fic #fandom shipmate birthday

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usertiff · 9 months

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hello, i am hoping to take on a commission or two today!! i need gas asap to get krystal to work today, and also i'm wanting to get her a lil birthday gift or two, so if you're interested in any of the following, please message me!

dash icons: depends, ranges from $5-$10+ based on the request

manips: ranges from $5-$10+ based on the request

gif packs: $15/100 gifs

crackship gifs: price is higher and depends on how well i know the material, etc, because i have to download content for both faceclaims, scrub thru and find matching scenes, etc etc

paypal: [email protected] venmo: @oraclelauren cashapp: $selinaaakyle

dash icons tag here

manip examples

jamie campbell bower and benedetta porcaroli ship manip

aidan turner and george blagden as pirates manip

nick robinson and louis hofmann ship manip

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#commissions #pls share if ur willing!

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wistfulcynic · 2 years

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I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY 😫😫😫😫😫😫 BAD KRYSTAL!!! 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

I’m so sorry I missed it, but I hope it was wonderful!!! Love you!!!

NOT BAD KRYSTAL. ONLY THE BEST KRYSTAL!!

i've had better birthdays if i'm honest (wasn't feeling well and the weather was terrible) but today was sunshiny and i felt better and i used some gift vouchers to buy some nice things and so this is i hope a good start for the year to come.

thank you babe ❤️

#prof's birthday #lovely shipmates

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modstarfell · 7 months

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Any oc thoughts u wanna share :D

OH UH im not sure how much of this i can shareee??? at least not that i'd be able to keep up w/o deleting it later.

i can talk about krystal though!! the ones ive been thinking about are all pokemon-related in some way i dont wanna spoil their story and blog isnt set up yet :<

krystal is generally considered a blacksheep both in her family and at her original school, she's naive but very friendly... she's worked herself to exhaustion for 'friends' she's wanted to make for a long time. people back in her home town think there's something wrong with her in general though... but her brother will ocasionally treat her with kindness. mostly around her birthday will leave secret gifts for her in her room. i don't have any art of her yet unfortunately. but her last name is blueberry (long story, it stuck, hasnt been changed) and so a lot of her color pallet is blues

#off topic #ocs

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somediyprojects · 9 months

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Mirabilia Designs #181: Rosamund stitched by Krystal Starr Teal. Pattern designed by Nora Corbett.

“Finally finished Mirabilia Rosamund. Will post pictures when she gets framed. A birthday gift for my mother's birthday this July. 😀”

#cross stitch #inspo #x #mirabilia designs #nora corbett

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jamieandgeorgedashigz · 11 months

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It was Sonic and Eggywegg- I mean, Eggman's birthday a few days ago. Here's me and Krystal giving them their respective gifts with Krystal-flavoured love and me-flavoured genius.

Jamie

#krystal #smiling #gift #birthday #sonic the hedgehog #dr eggman #sonic #art #fan art #jamie #jamie guy #jamie and george

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 1 month

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Girls' Trip Fairy Tale Ending--Chapter 5 of 5

Word Count: 1090

Tagging a few people who may be interested (Let me know if you want to be added or taken off the list): @sailormew @annaamell @flslp877 @emmateo26 @bethacaciakay

@ultraluckycatnd @effulgent-mind @ilovemesomekillianjones @kat2609 @brooke-to-broch

@missgymgirl @galadriel26 @the-lady-of-misthaven @charmingturkeysandwich @jennjenn615

@laschatzi @kimmy46 @snowbellewells @iamanneenigma @daxx04

@nickillian @gillie @britishguyslover @ginnyjinxedandhanshotritafirst @kmomof4

@linda8084 @golfgirld @captain-swan-coffee @searchingwardrobes @hollyethecurious

@laughswaytoomuch @allyourdarlingswans @winterbaby89 @facesiousbutton82 @therooksshiningknight,

@lfh1226-linda @tiganasummertree @jrob64 @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @elfiola

Other chapters: (1) (2) (3) (5)

Can also be found on: (ao3) (ff.net)

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Note: I know it's been forever since I posted (and you've probably forgotten what this fic is all about by now), but in the spirit of the thing, I decided to post on the last birthday of our group--which happens to be mine! I hope you enjoyed our adventures!

Epilogue

And with Jen’s return to the cabin, the fairytale adventure came to a close.

“I don’t know about the rest of you,” Jen said, “but for me, that is by far the best way to watch Once Upon a Time. You get to meet the characters, fix plot holes, and experience the Happily Ever After.”

There were unanimous choruses of agreement all around.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves,” Isaac said with a roll of his eyes, “but I hope you also learned something. I hope you all learned that my job is harder than you thought it was–that when you change one thing, there is an entire cascade of unforeseen effects.”

“Is that really a bad thing?” Jen mused. “When the original trajectory was stupid, changes are a good thing.”

“Speaking of,” Krystal said, “can we finally talk about our experiences?”

Isaac sighed. Loudly. “Fine, but no cheating! You have to disclose all of it, not just the things you liked, but the ways it changed the story, the ripple effects it had, the boring moments, the epic romantic moments that no longer happened.”

“Can you wrap this up?” Joni asked, “or is this lecture going to go on for a while, because if it is, I’m going to bed.”

Isaac sighed again. “Just get on with it.”

“Gladly,” Joni said. “I went back to the beanstalk.”

There was a chorus of excited voices at that revelation, being, after all, a very significant moment in the Captain Swan journey.

“So what did you do?” Jen asked. “How did you change it?”

“I convinced Emma to go back and free Killian,” Joni answered. “How about the rest of you?”

“I saved Graham’s life,” Marta said with a sound that was half-way between a sigh and a giggle.

“There’s a shock,” Krystal said.

“How did you make that work with the story?” Jen asked.

“I really didn’t have to do much,” Marta said. “I got Henry to distract Regina, and then I took back Graham’s heart. I got to put it back! Then he kissed my hand and used a Killian line on me.”

“And you’re still alive to tell the tale?” Joni asked.

“Barely,” Marta said, clapping her hands and giggling again, “but it was touch and go for a little while. Anyway, Emma decided she liked Graham, but she wasn’t sure she was in love with him. Then Regina got mad and banished Graham to the mental asylum. Then Ruby and Graham fell in love and lived happily ever after.”

There was a universal chorus of oos and ahs at that. The consensus was that that would have, indeed, made for a better story.

“I went back to season six,” Jen said, when the discussion died down.

“How could you possibly pick one scene from that hot mess to fix?” Krystal asked?

“Wasn’t easy,” Jen answered. “Hot mess indeed. Ultimately, I would have liked to change the entire arc with Killian killing David’s dad and all that came after that. After all, that made no sense at all. Since when would Killian kill someone to keep them from telling people he killed the king’s soldiers? Wouldn’t that enhance his pirate street cred?”

“I needed one more conflict between them before their happily ever after!” Isaac said defensively.

“One, why?” Jen asked, “and two, if you needed one, you could have actually made it necessary to the plot and not just angst for angst’s sake.”

“Well…well…” Isaac spluttered, “that’s not even the scene you picked, so why are we even talking about this?”

“Because you need to hear it,” Jen answered. “Anyway, I decided what bugged me the most about that whole arc was that Emma immediately believed he’d left her, and everyone else in her life just….went with it. I talked some sense into all of them. Oh, and I made it Christmastime–which let them bring Killian home with a little Christmas magic.”

“Well, of course, you can make things work out when you just randomly introduce a magical item!” Isaac exploded.

“You’re complaining about magical MacGuffins?” Joni asked. “May I introduce you to…any of your writing?”

Isaac grumbled under his breath, and then turned to Krystal. “All right. Let’s get this over with. Time for you to tell us about your adventure.”

Krystal shrugged and gave him an evil grin. “I killed off Neal.”

“Naturally,” Jen said. “I assume there was pain?”

“Do you know me at all?” Krystal tossed back. “Of course there was pain. Lots of it. And screaming.”

“So Rumple didn’t absorb him?” Marta asked.

“Nope, and almost nothing ended up changing,” Krystal said. “Except Snowing’s baby’s name, of course.”

Jen, Joni and Marta gave her blank stares.

“What does Neal’s death have to do with the baby’s name?” Marta asked.

“Without Neal around to be a ‘hero’,” she explained, “they ended up naming him Graham.

The blank stares continued.

“Oh come on ladies,” Krystal said, “I thought that would be your favorite part. No one, and I mean no one liked that they named their son Neal.”

“What?” Joni asked. “Why would they name their son Neal? Who would name their son after their daughter’s ex-boyfriend who sent her to jail and broke her heart?”

“Exactly!” Krystal agreed. Looking around, she noticed the other ladies were still giving her odd looks. “Wait….you mean that’s NOT how you remember it?”

“No!” Marta said emphatically. “There was a lot I loved about the CS movie, but the thing that always brought tears to my eyes was the naming ceremony when they named their baby after Graham and talked about how much of a hero he was. It was just…” There was the giggle sigh again.

Krystal looked over at Isaac, and he shrugged. “Far be it from me to deny it when I’m wrong. Neal was a stupid naming choice.”

“You’ve got that right,” Jen said.

With a dramatic sigh, Isaac shook his head and threw up his hands. “I give up. Clearly there’s no reasoning with fanfiction writers. Enjoy the rest of your trip, I guess. And next year? Lay off of the head trauma. By my count you knocked Will upside the head seven times in your story. Gave me a headache just reading it.”

And with that, he was engulfed in a puff of smoke, and a moment later, there was no sign that he’d ever been there. No sign, that is, but the excited chattering of the four ladies in the cabin who discussed their adventures long into the night.

#ouat fanfiction #sort of #girls' trip fanfiction #fandom friends' birthday fics #girls' trip fairy tale ending #my fanfiction

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papastrawbeary · 2 years

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Birthday gift for my friend demonspirit101 feat. our ocs Malcom & Krystal 😩 they better look behind them or they're gonna get the freddy special

#original character #digital art #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #painting #ocs #gift art

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snowbellewells · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Krystal!!!: An EF AU Birthday Fic

This fic is a birthday gift for @kmomof4 who deserves all the gifts and flails, love and hugs possible for this fandom to give!! I am so blessed to know her and be in the same fandom as she is. I hope she’ll enjoy this story (it grew from a drabble I wrote ages ago for a hiatus prompt, and if memory serves, Krystal wanted me to continue). There will be one more part, soon I hope.

Enchanted Forest AU with Princess Emma and Pirate Killian (though not in quite the same way he became one in canon....)

***Also available on AO3 if you prefer***

“The Weight of the Crown (is a Feather on the Waves)”

by: @snowbellewells

“Emma! – That is, your Highness! You cannot be serious! The law clearly states…” but it is here that her disgruntled and rapidly nearing insubordinate advisor, Sir Sydney trails off at the cool, quelling look she cuts him with her sharp jade eyes.

Her Royal Highness Emma Swan, her parents’ only heir and now Queen of Misthaven after their loss mere months ago, is tired of all these sycophants – people surrounding her who may have truly loved and respected her parents, but have none of that trust in her, and think that at barely eighteen she can be easily swayed to their way of seeing things. She has no use for their simpering, their seeming obeisance barely hiding their disapproval any time she takes a step beyond what they deem proper. The intrigues of court and the careful diplomacy needed to navigate it had always made her uncomfortable. Now, though, she has no choice; she must try to take the reins in her parents’ stead and do her best to live up to their legacy, like it or not. But she doesn’t trust the lot of them, any more than they trust her it seems. Especially not with this…

They had brought him before her hours ago now, shackled and tugged between two heavily breathing guards, attesting to just what a struggle he had given them in getting that far. A concerning trickle of blood had run from his hairline, showing they had been none too gentle in accosting him as it was. Still, he stood tall as he was pulled to a stop before her throne - a single one rather than the joined pair on the dais which had always beautifully represented her parents’ partnership in rule, and in all things. How she wished she had a partner to lean on now. When his dark hair was gripped roughly to jerk his head up to meet her gaze, those fathomless blue eyes had caught Emma’s, just as they always had, and she knew that even now he had lost none of the pride and honor he had always possessed. Though so much time had passed since she had seen that clear-eyed look every day and thought he might be that companion.

Breaking unbidden into her thoughts, Lady Bleu, a former nun who came to their court from France after some intrigue which Emma had never been made privy to, speaks up next. Once the governess who had ruled Emma’s nursery with an iron fist and shooed away the kinder maids like Ashley and Nova who would have played with her and been entertaining, affectionate friends, Bleu lays a cool hand on Emma’s wrist, where it sits tensely on the armrest of her throne, and it is all Emma can do not to shrug her off. The woman had been a close confidante of her late mother’s, but Emma has never felt at ease with having the woman foisted on her from birth. Even as a monarch in her own right, the sanctimonious matron is always at her elbow offering advice Emma does not want. “All Sir Sydney means,” Lady Bleu offers in a tone intended to be soothing and placating, but which sets Emma’s teeth on edge and makes her skin crawl, “is that the law is adamant when it comes to piracy of any kind. I know that you suggest a fine and the stripping of both naval title and benefits in a spirit of mercy and remembrance of childhood friendship, nothing more, but leniency here could be read as fatal frailty, and in this time of upheaval, we cannot allow others to think us weak; it will lead to more unrest and worse crimes.”

It is all Emma can do not to roll her eyes so far back in her head that the entire court can see her frustration. Biting the inside of her cheek until she can taste blood, Emma forces herself not to respond until she can say something that is not a direct insult to her elders. “Still, no one was harmed. Nothing of any value was taken,” she reasons, trying to sound as if she is not half as emotionally invested as she is in truth, but merely attempting to be a fair and honorable judge. “It would seem to me that a more thorough investigation – “

“What does it matter if he did anything this time?” her “Uncle Grumpy”, another dear friend of her mother’s who had never quite warmed to Emma in the same way he had to the woman who had borne her, interjects. “We have him in our grasp now. He has certainly done enough in his previous raids to warrant the standard punishment. The man is a brigand, a blackguard…and his death will mean one less pirate to worry about prowling our waters and attacking our shores.”

Emma’s cheeks flush with the high emotion of distress which she must hide. The mere thought of his booted feet dangling in air as the life leaves his body, his neck caught in the hangman’s noose – and at her behest – almost more than she can bear. It is too much, too much to ask of her in royal obligation. But she blinks the panic away, pulling the calm, regal mask she wears in public down over her face. She must play this next part convincingly for him to have a chance at survival, and therefore for her own heart to keep beating unscathed. A plan is hatching in her mind, but she gives no indication of her racing thoughts. Lowering her eyes demurely, Emma feigns exhausted acquiescence and devotion to duty, nodding shortly as if she finally accepts their wise guidance. They have been debating the matter since high noon when he was brought before her in chains, dragged down the aisle to her throne and forced to his knees at her feet by her personal guard – young men he had once played at sword fighting with long ago when they were all younger, they pages and he a stable boy.

“Very well,” she murmurs quietly but clearly, making sure that those assembled hear every word. All depends on them believing in her resolve at this juncture; none can suspect what she truly intends. “It will be as you say. His sentence is to be carried out at dawn, according to the letter of our law. Now, leave me.” The last is utterly firmly, brooking no further discussion, and wisely none of those assembled dares speak to her again.

Shaking their heads and murmuring to themselves about why there should have been any question, her various councilors and advisors file from the room, overall seeming pleased that their young regent has finally seen the sense in their words. Emma is alone in the large throne room at last. Turning her eyes heavenward, where she trusts her parents – more fit rulers than she had ever hoped to be – will understand. “I am sorry,” she whispers brokenly before she steels her spine and determination overtakes over her form as she adds, “but please give me strength.”

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It is in the true dark watch of the night that Queen Emma, feeling very small and like the orphaned, often uncertain princess she truly is, slips undetected from her opulent bedchamber and through the castle she has lived in since birth, knowing exactly the path she must take to alert no one and remain unseen. Winding her way swiftly and silently down staircases and through empty halls, she finally makes her way to the dungeons without anyone being the wiser.

Quickly sending a burst of magic at the two guards posted in the entry of the dungeons, and another at the one who stands outside the condemned pirate’s cell, they never know what hit them and cannot tell anyone who questions them later. Her parents had always fearfully cautioned her to keep her magic secret, and so the secret had died with them; the only other person who had ever known of that part of her is the man she is here to save.

A pale beam of moonlight slants through the high window into his cell, half-illuminating his ruggedly handsome face and making his blue eyes sparkle where he reclines on the rude cot in the corner. At hearing her light, hurried footsteps, his head jerks up, and upon seeing her, he sucks in an audible gasp of breath. “Swan!” he exclaims in a shocked whisper. “You cannot be here, Lass!”

He is on his feet and standing at the front of his cell, mere inches from her now, where she has pulled to a sudden stop. It is closer than they have been in years - years that she had spent wondering where he was, if he was well, if he still lived and if he would ever return. His chest heaves with agitated breaths, and his right hand clutches the bars in a tight grip as he readies himself to argue with her further.

They have no time for that.

“You idiot!” she hisses back at him, not bothering with trying to swipe the keys from the ring on the guard’s belt, but instead waving her hand impatiently at the lock on the cell door, allowing it to swing open and him to rush forward and sweep her into his arms. “Where else would I be?” she finishes, her voice slightly muffled against his shoulder where he presses her close.

“You’ve decreed my death on the morn for piracy, your Majesty,” he reminds her wryly, the gentle way he smooths his strong hand over her soft hair and down her back belying the somewhat accusatory words. “Do you not think some might find you visiting me in the night and freeing me from my cell a bit scandalous?”

“Enough!” she orders, a bit of her royal upbringing creeping back into her tone. Her tone and bearing effectively cut him off, even as she clutches his hand in hers, gentling the harsh words with the action. She will drag him out after her if necessary, and they can argue about her recklessness and irresponsibility later… once he is safe.

However, Killian Jones – her friend, the man who somewhere along the way she secretly began to love, the man who had proudly served in her father’s Navy with his older brother, who had only turned pirate to pursue the crooked commander who had ordered his brother’s death and had evaded her father’s detection – does not budge. His hand pulls her back. “What are you thinking, Swan?” he asks, once more using his childhood nickname for her. “You cannot risk being implicated with me. Your country needs you, and I…I will not see you punished alongside me for my crimes.”

“What crimes?” she whispers, her lips trembling with emotion, but her voice managing to remain steady as she takes in his dear, handsome face. There is a scar high on his cheek, long healed but which has never seen before. Tentatively, she reaches up to brush her fingers over it, as if to soothe a pain which had long since faded, and he closes his eyes to savor her touch. “We both know you are not the criminal they all claim. You have encountered more honor among your crew of so-called thieves and pirates than you did among your commanding officers or I have among my own inner circle. If only my parents had died before we could prove it…”

“While that may be the truth, Love,” a bit of the rogue most believed him to be showing in his words and a small, sad smile tugging at one corner of his full lips, “I do not think most will see it that way. If you were hurt or shamed because of loyalty to me, that would wound me more than any punishment they could mete out.”

She turns, allowing herself a moment of weakness to mourn all that could have been, all that she will miss before turning to face him with firm resolve. “You should have thought about that before you returned. I will not see you hanged come morning – not when I am able to stop it.”

He swallows hard, some emotion Emma cannot quite fathom swimming in his deep blue gaze. “I had to come, Lass. You had just lost both your parents. When I received word…”

But Emma shakes her head, snapping back to the task at hand, knowing the time for them to work out everything else is when they are on his ship and safely away from here. “Not now, Killian. Trust me. I know what I am doing, and I deem it worth the risk. Just follow me. That is an order…from your Queen.”

A sardonic smile quirks one side of his mouth, but he does not argue with her again, nor hesitate any further, merely dips his head in a short nod and murmurs, “As you wish, Milady.”

Hand in hand they steal from her palace, leaving behind the birthright that she cannot stand to carry alone any longer, not if the price to keep it is the life of the only person who has ever truly known and understood her. When the large bells clang their distress signal with the dawn, alerting the castle and the surrounding city of the escaped prisoner and missing queen, they are already far out to sea in his ship – beyond hearing, beyond capture.

As the new day dawns sparkling on the ocean, Emma feels exhilarated by the rise and fall of each cresting wave. She is no longer Queen, but freer than she has ever been…and reunited with the man she loves. She has given up her crown but preserved her soul.

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