Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur. Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin. He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness. (No Curse AU)
BØRNS god i love this song and whoops more bedsharing
“No.”
“Swan, I saw it first.”
“You keep telling me you’re a gentleman, Killian, so. Be one now. And give it up.”
Killian stifled his laughter at the determined grin of Emma Swan. She tugged on the bundle between them one more time before he let go, enjoying when she stumbled a few steps behind her.
“Ha! I win.”
“I let you win, love.”
“Don’t be a sore loser.”
“Don’t allow hubris to be your downfall, Sheriff Swan.”
“What does that even mean?”
“You’ll see,” he said knowingly, though inside his gut was roiling. What was happening? How did he find himself stuck inside a cabin with the town sheriff–he, the sometimes-smuggler in their small town with a population of a few thousand?
There were few things that made Killian happier than spending the afternoon on the open seas, the wind whipping through his hair, and the smell of salt in the air. He was grateful Storybrooke was a seaside town, allowing him to set out whenever he pleased. Though the pirate in him bristled at having to keep permits and licenses on him at all times, he worked with the law now – Deputy Sheriff Jones, what a title! – and reminded him that he couldn’t enforce the law if he was also breaking it. Killian supposed it was a small price to pay for the happiness he was feeling now. He had a home, a family, and a child on the way. It was everything he thought he would never have.
He wished Liam could see him now.
He was comforted by knowing that his older brother was in a better place now, unburdened by his own unfinished business. However, he wished that he could show Liam how his life had turned out, that he had finally done something right and had carried out the hero’s journey that they both so wanted many years ago.
I hope you’re proud, brother, he thought wistfully.
Modern AU where Emma is a Boston police detective and Killian is firefighter. They both get called to a fire in progress but it ends up being a false alarm, however there can be no denying the sparks between them. Includes fluff and my usual attempts at humor as well as a touch of fake-dating and meddling friends. Inspired by the song ‘False Alarm’ by Motoma and Becky Hill. Rated M for future chapters.
A/N: Hey everyone! So I am back with another chapter of False Alarms and this one brings the proposal and a tie back to the first chapter of this story. I know it’s been a long time since I updated, but I hope you’ll all forgive me when you see the fluff this chapter is bringing. We’re jumping a bit ahead into the future to make a proposal happen, but I can promise you all my usual cuteness (which is just what I need after the feels of the finale). Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading!
A few months after revealing their relationship to Emma’s parents and cementing to the world and to each other than this thing between them was real, Killian and Emma found themselves as happily situated as two people in love could be.
Throughout the time they’d been together every day brought something new and wonderful, and even the worst days, like the ones with a particularly bad run at the fire house or where Emma was working a tiresome or strenuous case, were ones that Killian was grateful for. All of this time they had together was a gift, and though time wasn’t always on their side, there did come moments when everything aligned in just the right way to give the two of them a chance at a slightly more normal feeling relationship.
One such opportunity came this particular weekend when despite their usually fluctuating schedules both Emma and Killian managed to get a consecutive three days off with no interruptions and no other plans. It was a true rarity to be sure, but one that both Killian and Emma planned to soak in fully, and though the early autumn weather had brought rain last night to start their small reprieve from the rest of the world, today was brighter. This morning had brought that quintessential crisp fall air with just a touch of chill to it that could only be fought off by a warm sweater and time spent in the sun, and in the light of a new day the leaves were even more colorful than they had been before, as if one single night had transformed the world from a summer green oasis to a harvest colored utopia.
(I have a lot of feelings about the fact that Captain Hook gave Snow and Charming safe passage aboard the Jolly Roger before Emma was born in 6×20 and they were all still under the singing enchantment at the time)
The princess was with child.
It hadn’t been obvious at first, her garments loose enough to conceal the swell of her belly beneath the folds of leather as snowy white as her famed complexion. He’d heard the tales, he knew them on sight from the moment they stepped into the tavern while he watched unseen from the shadows. Captain Hook had no time for anything but his vengeance, but he was an observant man and he noted the way she rested her hand on the babe within when the bargain was struck between them. He’d had an urge to hold a knife to her throat and demand the Dark One be delivered to him at once, deal be damned, their quarrel with the Evil Queen was none of his concern and he’d waited so long (too long) to skin himself a crocodile…but even he was not so far gone as to threaten a pregnant woman and risk her miscarrying on the deck of his ship.
There was blood enough on his hand already.
The moon was bright over the wine-dark sea and the stars were like the diamonds he’d spurned as payment. He held their course steady, sailing the Jolly through the treacherous waters that led to the queen’s castle. It was a journey of only one night, but the nights were long when his bed was empty and the space in his chest where his heart should be ached for what was lost so long (too long) ago. The refrain echoed on the wind as the song refused to fade, whatever enchantment had befallen the land followed them out to sea and with the crash of the waves on the hull he kept singing low under his breath, “Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine.”
She came up on deck, alone, her tall, blond prince still tucked away down below. The few crew still awake gave her a wide berth, Captain Hook had promised the princess safe passage, and safe passage was what she would get, she was in no danger from his men. Her long dark hair reminded him of another woman, another time, another life, when he’d loved and been loved, a man instead of a villain, Killian instead of Hook. When happiness had been his for the taking and the horizon was full of promise, new adventures waiting to be discovered.
“Until that croc destroyed my life and filled me with hate unabating,”
It roared in his ears so loud that it almost drowned out the sweet sound that had the rest of the men all turning to look, heads cocked and old memories making hard faces soft, for a moment.
Snow White was singing to her child.
A mother’s lullaby, a promise to “My darling daughter so fair, so beloved you are, with my smile and your father’s hair.”
Hook felt his shoulders hunch under the heavy leather, turning the collar up to his ears in a vain attempt to block it out. He had no time for this, no space for softness in a hard world when all that mattered was the destiny waiting for him just over the horizon.
“Revenge, revenge, revenge is gonna be mine.”
“And her name is the song in our hearts, the melody of the love that will always be true. With our daughter’s fate at stake.”
Their voices mixed on the wind as the sails snapped and the ship rode the waves, rising and falling like the music that continued to play across the stars.
Summary: Emma and Killian look towards the future and their plans to expand their family.
A/N: Well folks, here it is. The final chapter! Thank you so much for joining me on this ride! A super big thank you to ilovemesomekillianjones for doing the beta work on this tale. I really appreciate it! 😀
She was his wife now. He couldn’t stop beaming at her, as she smiled and twirled and glowed with happiness.
Captain Hook, a married man. Married to the Savior no less, but even so: married.
He recalled the days when he pined after this woman, wondering if she might ever see him as something more than just a pirate.
Only in his most wondrous dreams did he ever think she would be his wife.
Wife.
He stared at the ring on his hand. Somehow, the curse had left it untouched.
A wedding band. His wedding band.
It had been real. No curse could take that from him.
But it could take something else from him: his wife.
Wife.
Climbing the beanstalk without his wife was eerie.
Bloody hell, he’d been teasing her at the time, hoping to unsettle her enough to get her to reveal more information about herself. The more he understood her, the better he could use her.
You never forget your first. How little he’d realized how much that would come to mean.
Last he’d been here, she’d been a reluctant ally who had, hours earlier, been fully prepared to let him die at the hands of ogres.
Now, she was his wife.
Wife.
He was about to see his wife die.
There had been a small glimmer of hope this whole time, that she could defeat prophecy and visions as surely as she’d defeated so much darkness before.
But not now. She’d tossed aside her sword. Gideon was going to run her through, while the rest of them just watched.
While he just watched.
Watched as someone killed his wife.
Wife.
His wife lay in his arms, with her head on his chest. He stared down at her left hand, which rested on top of his right; they’d found her rings in the little ring dish in the bathroom, much to her relief.
He was lying in bed with his wife. He chuckled weakly.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re my wife.”
She laughed gently. “Yeah, I know. And you’re my husband.”
OMG this is adorable! And yes, some kids definitely do this. My mom still tells the story on occasion of how she used to let toddler!me do a lap of the house after taking me out of the bath because I LOVED it.
“They’re little exhibionists!” Killian lamented as the twins took off in a run.
Emma had just gotten them out of the bath, which meant that it was what the three-year-olds called “Nakie Time.” Emma had long since topped fighting with them and had taken to letting them make one round of the upstairs before getting them into their pajamas.
“They’re not,” Emma assured him as she fished around in the leftover suds for the kids’ tub toys. One by one she removed the rubber ducks and floating pirate ships. “It’s just a phase; they’ll grow out of it.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I did.”
Killian gaped at her. Then a grin slowly spread across his face as he waggled his eyebrows at her. “You used to have Nakie Time?”
“I don’t remember it or anything but it was written up in my social services file as an observation from my first family,” she shrugged. “Even then, no one thought anything of it. It was just a childhood quirk.”
Grin still on his lips, Killian eyed his wife up and down. “Shame you grew out of it.”
It’s time to run, they’ll string me up for all that I’ve done I’m going soon, gonna leave tonight by the light of the moon I did it all for you, well, I hope you know the lengths I’ve gone to What’s a man to say? They’ll be looking for me, I should be on my way
I wanted everybody else in the world to know I wanted everyone to know that you’re the girl for me I wanted everybody else in the world to know it But I ain’t ever gonna let ‘em take my life from me
“Killian,” she pleaded, grasping at his arms. “You must go!”
“I know,” he muttered, his lips pressed against her neck. He clasped her hip in his one hand, his hook resting at the small of her back as he embraced her with no little sorrow and urgency.
The princess in his arms–the one he loved more than his own hide, which was rather a lot–moaned, pressing her body against his, writhing as she always did in the dark of the night whenever he would steal into her chambers high in the castle. Only there was desperation in her movements this time–desperation and despair. For it had finally happened.
They’d been caught.
And he was to hang in the morning.
Lucky for him, his princess was no meek young lady. She’d infiltrated her father’s own dungeons, knocking out two rather burly knights and enchanting the rest with a beautifully cast sleeping spell. He’d grinned in pride at her even as his heart surged; she risked her life and her father’s ire for him!
And then to make a pirate’s heart sing louder and longer than any buxom wench with a fistful of treasure in one hand and a tankard of rum in the other, she’d burst into his cell, grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt, and kissed him soundly. Then declared, “I love you, Hook. But get the fuck out of here.”
That had been an hour before. Now it was time for him to run, and he found he did not wish to leave her side.
“I’ll come back for you,” he murmured into her ear, biting on the delicate lobe for good measure.
“You’d better,” she panted back, slipping her thigh between his and rubbing between his legs.
“I’ll come back a better man, so your father can see–” but his words ended on a grunt as she did something rather complicated to the front of his leathers. “Princess…” he hissed as he felt the brush of her hot hand on his flesh.
“Just so you don’t forget about me,” she whispered against his mouth. Her wicked smile full of promise was something he would carry with him in his heart and his dreams.
As he slipped away into the night, the shouts of the castle guard waking and in pursuit, he wondered what time would do to Emma. Surely, the Princess of Misthaven would forget a randy old pirate like him? Surely, a better man would come along, some mealy-mouthed princeling with riches and vast holdings?
But as he liberated a small sloop and quietly sailed down the Misthaven Harbor proper, he acknowledged deep in his heart that Emma would wait.
A penniless dock worker inherits a title and his family’s destitute estate. In order to save the house and grounds, he puts an ad in the paper for a wealthy wife from the United States. The damaged Emma Swan is desperate for a new start anywhere but New York. Together, will they save Kentledge Hall?
@ofshipsandswans made the beautiful cover art featured above, and she also created 1, 2, 3 corresponding moodboards!
Emma’s nightgown trailed the floor as she paced, wringing her hands as her mind raced. Perhaps she could not blame him. The man, was, after all, on his way to a war he may well have not survived. Or perhaps it was a moment of complete drunkenness in which he had lost all of his inhibitions. He had only been married for a matter of weeks at that point, and it was not like the marriage itself had been consummated. Turning on her bare feet, she shook her head. Her mind was a complete torrid of emotions. One moment she understood him if the child was indeed his, and in the next she wanted to rip his heart out and stamp upon it for betraying her.
Pausing near the window, Emma stopped to watch the sun rising through the frosty panes. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. A knock at the door told her it was exactly seven o’clock.
“Come in,” she muttered over her shoulder.
Ruby stepped into the room and warmed her hands by the fire for a moment before setting about to lying her mistress’s things out for the day.
“Did you sleep well, your Ladyship?” Ruby asked, moving to the wardrobe.
“I didn’t sleep at all,” Emma sighed, turning to face her oldest friend. She took a seat on the chaise longue near the bed. “I can’t help but think about this…this woman who has come to stay.”
Ruby paused and glanced toward the door. “Mrs. Bell?” She looked back to Emma, raising an eyebrow. “Do you not like her? I found her to be pleasant.”
“Well, yes, she is pleasant, I suppose,” Emma conceded, twisting her silk nightgown around her finger, “but the child…”
“I thought you liked children,” Ruby said, a little more quietly.
Looking up at Ruby, Emma cocked her head and slowly raised her own eyebrow at the young woman before her. Ruby feigned a puzzled look for a mere moment, then let her shoulders slump in defeat. “I’m sure…things are not quite as they seem, Emma.”
“Really?” Pushing off of the chaise, Emma drew in a deep breath and walked toward the fire. “I should know better, honestly. I spent my entire life growing up around men who kept mistresses of all sorts. It’s what rich men do.”
It All Starts With a Dance 