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Let the Stars Remind You (17/20)

“It’s ok Papa, you don’t have to worry. We can trust her, she’s just like me,” She says holding his hand. “She can hear the stars. She’s just like me.” she repeats, a look of wonder on her face, pure belief in what she’s saying. Killian looks down at her. His little girl, his Starfish, and isn’t sure. He still isn’t sure if rescuing Emma Swan is the best thing he’s ever done, or their undoing.

AN: Super sorry for the long delay, but I got the next chapter and a half already written. I went back and forth about this chapter for a bit.

FFn Ao3

Nothing becomes of the game.

While he was waiting for some wicked game, Eloise just turns away looking furious and waves her hand. He reappears back in his cell without Robin. It seems rather pointless with all her huffing and puffing. The thing that does alarm him about it all is that when he reappears, Robin is gone.

That scares him more than Eloise’s veiled threats.

“Don’t hurt her!” He yells banging on the bars, already picturing Robin suffering for their escape attempt. He had no idea what she could be doing to the 7 year old, but considering Eloise was planning on sacrificing her own daughter, he can’t imagine she wouldn’t stoop to hurting the girl. “Do you hear me? She’s innocent in this.” He insists, pacing around. “If you hurt that girl you’ll regret it Eloise!” He shouts once more, and then leans against the wall in defeat. There isn’t exactly much he could do locked up down here.

He really thought there was something to Eloise’s ‘game’. But instead it was just an empty threat.

Eloise doesn’t make empty threats.

It’s that thought that keeps him pacing, keeps him on his toes, thinking and thinking endlessly. But it didn’t matter, all Killian had was this 6x6 cell in the dark, and to hope that Emma took his advice and keep Alice safe, get her to Liam and never come to this place, this evil foul place.

Every day that passed that he didn’t see Robin he grew more and more concerned. Thoughts of them hurting her grew more and more, to the point that he refused to eat or drink anything offered by her minions until he spoke to Robin or Eloise herself.

He has to bet Eloise’s interests in him outweigh her anger at the girl. It’s the only thing he can do to get any attention from her. The girls beg and plead for him to eat or drink when they come down, looking nervous when he refuses.

This of course brought down the witch herself after a good three days.

“I see you’ve been giving Merida some problems.” She chastises as she arrives, she’s in brighter colors this time, no longer in those black clad robes. This is how he first saw her all those years ago, bright colors, braided hair with feathers and bead, every bit the free spirit he needed.

But that’s the trick right? She presents as the person you need, to become the only thing you have.

He didn’t get up from his spot. She was up to more tricks and he was too hungry to exert the energy to try and figure her out.

“Did you hurt her?” He demands narrowing his gaze at her. He knows very well that she’d never be purposefully honest with him, but he trusts his abilities to see through her deceit.

“Hurt who?” She asks oh so sweetly.

“You know exactly who I’m talking about. She doesn’t deserve whatever punishment you’ve come up with, it was all me.” He tells her, getting to his feet slowly.

“Oh?” She asks, hand on his face. It might as well burn, for the way it made his skin crawl. “Are you willing to take her punishment instead?” She asks knowingly. She knows that he would be, therefore giving her all the power.

Don’t play her games! His common sense practically screams. You’re playing right into her hand!

“Will you let her go back to her family?” He asks. She shakes her head.

“That would come at a far steeper price.” She assures him. “Far steeper than you can afford. But I can free her from her punishment if you take her place.”

He considers asking what that punishment was, but he knows it does not matter.

“I’ll do it.” He vows. “Whatever it is.”

Eloise hums in delight at that, phasing right through the bars, and making him back away a few steps, but not enough to prevent her hands from coming to his face, his neck in an intimate gesture. “A wise man once said that there is nothing more enjoyable than making a deal with a desperate man. And you, my dear, are the definition of desperation.” She purrs.

Eloise doesn’t wait for a reply before taking them back to her house. But it takes him by surprise nonetheless. The familiar environment only adds to his unease, after all the place only held bad memories for him.

“Why are we here?” He demands, spinning around to face her. “And where is Robin?” He knows the lass well enough to know she’d be shouting at the top of her lungs if she was hidden away in here.

She snickers as she walks into her kitchen, pulling out a pan and placing it on her stove. “I’m making dinner tonight, you’re favorite if you’d like.” It grinds his gears the way his questions are ignored. It was a common tactic. “Perhaps I can make a salad as well.” She muses, as if they were having a normal evening.

“I’m not interested in pretending anything is normal between us Eloise. I’m interested in Robin.” She rolls her eyes.

“You were always a little slow.” She says with an eye roll. “Robin is staying with Elsa as she always is. Go look out the window.” She’s cutting vegetables as her pan heats up. He moves towards the window, peering out to see Robin herself, among a few other girls her age, talking to a woman roughly his same age. Robin’s arms were crossed in stubborn agitation, but she looks fine.

Killian thinks for a moment that she can see him through the window, but she doesn’t respond to his wave. Eloise however does, he hears a crisp snap and the curtains force themselves closed, darkening the room considerably.

“Her punishment was to remain here with me where I could keep my eye on her, but since you offered to take her punishment.” He could practically hear the sneer in her voice. “I couldn’t pass up the offer to walk down memory lane with my former flame.”

A trap. It’s always a trap.

“Now, I can make the vegetables mild or spicy, which do you prefer?”

To get him here, to get him feeling more trapped than he already was.

“If you wanted me here with you, what was the point of this? You could have transported me here yourself?”

She doesn’t respond, preoccupied with her cooking. “Perhaps I wanted you to choose to be here like all my sisters have. Like Robin did, like Alice did.”

“No one chose this!” He snaps. “You tricked Robin and then abducted her, tricked all those girls, telling them that because they are different they cannot be loved by their family. You abducted Alice!” He can feel his temper flaring more and more at every word out of her mouth.

“So do you want to undo it?” Eloise asks, yet again ignoring his outburst. “Go back to your cell; let Robin take your place? I’m sure such a troubled girl would do well to have a true mother around.”

And that’s when it clicks for him. “This is the game.” He says in realization. “You’re trying to make me into the bad guy by giving me absurd decisions to make, prove you are the better parent? Do you have any idea how crazy you are?” He demands.

“I’m not playing your games. I’m just not.” He insists. “You need to see reason. You need to let everyone go home!”

Her smile doesn’t waver.

She doesn’t see reason. Days pass, maybe weeks, it becomes difficult keeping count of how many days since he’s seen Alice.

Killian spends most of his time asleep on the couch. Eloise comes and goes with sugary sweet praises and hellos. He shoot back replies at first, but they always end up ignored. So Killian decides to ignore her back.

Eloise spends some time talking about how well Robin is doing under their tutelage, what a obedient and well-mannered girl she’ll become. How she’s realizing how wrong she was to be so quick to dismiss them.

“She even called me mother today.” Eloise insists. “Mother to all as you well know.” She says

Killian ignores it, knowing for a fact that that stubborn girl would hold on for dear life.

He tries to escape the first few days, before he realized that the exits were all protected by magic, making things like chairs and tables bounce back when he tried slamming them into the doors and windows.

He leaves the room in shambles that day, flinging everything this way and that so Eloise would come home to a mess. She is not pleased.

“Killian!” She screeches. “When I invited you into my home, I expected you to give me the courtesy of respecting my space.” She snarled, advancing upon him. Killian however is not backing down.

“Invited? You took me prisoner, so if you think I’ll respect a damned thing, you’re mistaken Eloise.” He snaps at her, sitting on his couch-bed without a care in the world.

“It’s Gothel.” She hisses towering above him.

“Eloise.” He says slowly. “The lonely street artist everyone would shun because her art had no taste.” His inner rage bubbling. “The only reason I gave a damn was because I was too drunk to know ugly art if it bit me on the arse.” He says, eyeing one of her paintings on the wall. “Luckily I’m sober now.”

She grits her teeth, he can see the urge of using magic against him hidden behind her eyes. He’s begging her to forget, to forget the protection Emma had placed around him. She doesn’t, she just stalks into the kitchen and searches through the cabinet. “You aren’t some perfect man Jones.” She says. “Don’t pretend like you’re better than me.”

He’s not expecting the splash of cold she hits him with, completely dousing him in a bottle of rum. “You can fall from your pedestal any time I want.” She sneers

“Bloody hell Eloise!” He curses and jolts out of his seat. “Are you bloody mad?”

She is mad.

Bloody insane if he’s honest.

Pouring a bottle of liquor on him wasn’t the worse of her deeds. But right now it made his mood all the worse, especially when she made his spare clothing she’d provided vanish, locking the sink and bathroom. It essentially forced him to stay in the rum soaked clothes through the night, unless he wanted to be bear with Eloise lurking.

(He tries to forget the memories the familiar scent of rum brings back, the comfort it brought him when he didn’t need to feel his pain so intently, when his misery was hidden behind lust and rum. He tries not to be tempted once again to fall on his familiar crutch.)

The feelings feel so intense he decides not to repeat his actions a second time.

So instead he decides to wait her out, wait for someone to make a mistake. It was better here than in the dungeon anyway.

“Oh Killian,” she says one day; dropping a bottle right in his lap, several days after their last fight. “I picked something up for you.” He jolts away from it, as if it burned him. Eloise new exactly what she was doing.

“I don’t want it Eloise.” He snaps, placing it on the counter.

“I thought we could have a drink tonight.” She says casually. “Like old times.”

“I have no intention of going back to old times.” He snaps. “Is it not bad enough that I’m trapped here in your company? You want me to become a drunk again too?”

Another cryptic smile. “Sweetie, all you need to do is say you want to switch places with that girl and you can go back to your solitude.”

He glares his eyes. “I just thought you’d want it after…Emma.”

Emma?

“What about Emma?” She looks away, humming to herself. “What would you like for dinner?” she says, topic dropped for now.

But the hints continue.

“Emma was so young wasn’t she? Never even had a chance…” “Never had a chance at what?”

“Perhaps we can toast Emma, her joining the family meant so much to us, such a shame.” “What’s such a shame?”

He hates to admit it, but her words were starting to grate on him.

“Eloise, would you just tell me what you’re talking about?” He snaps angrily one night, throwing the bottle of rum she once again was pushing on him. The sound of smashing glass was strangely cathartic to his racing mind.

“You mean about Emma?” She looks obviously pleased by his outburst. “You’re lovely Swan?”

He grits his teeth.

“Well I wouldn’t know where to begin, what with all this glass everywhere.” She says gesturing to the mess. “Why don’t you clean this up and I’ll tell you what I know.”

Another manipulation, another way to ty to batter at his defenses, another way to make him snap, make him break.

“Fine.” He doesn’t argue further, just cleans up the mess, ignoring the familiar smell of rum and the cut in his hand from being impatient in his cleaning. Dinner is ready by the time he finishes; it was a vegetable stir fry.

“Sit, we can talk over dinner.” He sits, tired from the games, tired of a lot of things. Going along with her games will get him answers. Killian just wants answers to her behavior, and then he’ll return to his silent defiance. “Is the food good?”

“It’s fine.” Killian snaps. “Tell me what you know.”

Eloise rolls her eyes. “Oh Killian, there’s so much you don’t know.” She teases. “Not a lot that you would benefit from honestly, you’ve always been closed minded when it came to the important things.”

He grips the utensil, actually debating bodily harm. He knows he wouldn’t get far with her powers, but the thought burns in his soul.

“Oh you mean about Emma?” He hates the sound of her name leaving her lips. “Poor dear, never stood a chance.” She says sadly, that same phrase again; moving to her robe, and pulling a folded newspaper from its pocket.

Former Sheriff found dead, no suspects in murder.

Killian’s blood runs cold.

He snatches the paper, reading it over and over again, but the words don’t make sense. Emma Swan found dead, he reads. Her picture is printed out, a time when she was happy. There’s a man besides her in the picture. Witnesses claim she was a troubled soul, never stuck around long, often got pulled into the wrong crowd. The story read.

It had to be a trick, Killian thinks, glancing at Eloise sitting quite pleased with herself. He must be a state, he can feel himself shaking. It just had to be a trick. Killian didn’t know how, just that it had to be.

Emma couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t have been killed by the people she was running from; it had to be a lie.

Old bullet wound found on her body, leading detectives to think she was on the run from the people who did this. If anyone has any information, please call…

It wasn’t a trick. Eloise couldn’t know about that.

Emma was gone. She wasn’t coming to get him, to save him. She was dead, murdered alone and afraid.

“Swan…”He gasps. Standing from the table, wanting to be anywhere but here, needing to be anywhere but here; but there’s nowhere to go, nowhere to hide his grief from Eloise’s preying eyes.

“I’m so sorry for your loss Killian.” Eloise says not sounding sorry at all. “If only she was here, safe from the people who wanted to do her harm.” He feels her touch and he flinches away from it. “I’m here for you Killian.” She says. “We can grieve together.”

His despair fuels his anger. “I don’t want anything from you, you put her on this path, it’s your fault she’s dead.” He spits out. Eloise doesn’t even react.

“I’m not the one who left her to care for a child who wasn’t hers, that rather than getting to safety, made her protect our daughter. I’m not the one who spewed lies about her only chance for sanctuary.”

Eloise leaves him on that, wondering perhaps if he’d made a mistake, if Eloise truly was the worse of the two evils.

That night, he dreams of Emma, of a life with her untainted by Eloise.

He finds out that the spell over his heart considerably weakened after Emma’s death.

“We’re just doing an experiment darling.” She says into his ear one morning. He jolts from his sleep.

He feels her hand claw into him and he nearly screams, but the breath is knocked from his chest.

Eloise curses loudly as she pulls her hand back, her hand burned by occasional blister, but nothing like before. Nothing like when Emma was here. It confirms for him the fact that she wasn’t here.

“But what else can I do?” She hums, pacing around the room leaving him gasping and clutching his chest.

“You’re mad.” He shouts. “Bloody insan-“ His words cut off abruptly, sound forced from his lips.

“Hmm, seems like the only thing I can’t do is take your heart.” She murmurs softly, almost sweetly.

He doesn’t say a bloody word.

Robin is taller next time he sees her, his own hair is longer. He doesn’t know how long it’s been but it’s been several months. He didn’t expect to see her, didn’t expect to ever see her again.

And yet one morning after Eloise leaves, the girl pops in.

“Killian!” She says happily. Now standing a good head taller, her hair is darker and braided. “Oh my god, what happened?”

What happened?

“How long has it been?” He asks instead voice rough from disuse, giving a small smile, because it feels like he’s been here forever, camped out on Eloise’s couch, getting poked and prodded by her biting words.

Eloise makes it a habit of punishing him when he says anything out of line by making him mute, or giving him nightmares when he refuses her advances. While he can’t do much about the latter, he’s learned to just not respond, not give her the satisfaction of taking something else away from him…

It doesn’t help that with her knowledge of just what to say to sink his spirit further and further down, he feels empty. It feels like no time is passing, and yet it flies by him.

“It’s been 28 months Killian.” She says. “But there’s…” The girl swallows, sitting on the couch next to him. He takes a minute to see how much she’s matured over those months.

Her eyes are brighter and while she still obviously has rebellion etched in her soul, she carries herself smarter, he can see it by the look in her eyes.

“We have a way out.” Robin insists, holding his hand. Her hand is rougher than it had been, almost as if she’s been training for this. He has no doubt she has.

Out? There’s no out, not for you Killian.

“We just need to get you out of here and-and Elsa and I are leaving, she wants to see her sister get married and then we can slip away undetected. You can take me home and then my mom can help you find your daughter.” She says.

For a moment he believes, he thinks of her of his Alice. He’d tried not to think of her since Emma…Since Eloise can now freely use magic to punish him. He feared she would use it to see in his mind, find her. He couldn’t risk that, he couldn’t even risk thinking of her.

She must be eight or nine now. He wonders if she still loves dresses and bright colors, he knows this is around the time that girls are supposed to give their fathers crap he wonders if she’s giving Liam hell.

He pictures Alice giving Liam hell.

He glances down at the picture, of Emma; if things had been different, maybe if he’d be different…

If you hadn’t poisoned her against the only sanctuary someone like her had…

Killian rubs his face, knowing that his thoughts sounded more like Eloise than his own. That’s what it was like back then, when Eloise’s voice held more of a sway than his own, when he hears more of her voice than his own, when Eloise put ideas in his head and made it feel like his.

You’re mine darling, you belong here with me.

“Killian?” Robin’s face morphed into concern. She looked wider than her years, almost as if she knew what turmoil was going on in his head. “What is she doing to you?”

Killian shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing I can’t handle little lass.” He gets up, rubbing her hair fondly. She bats his hands away with an eye roll.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” She says. He must look a wreck; that he knows; his hair is already too long. He’s done nothing but eating the meals she makes and contemplating the bottles and bottles of rum she brings. He knows he shouldn’t but he does. He craves them a little more each day.

They go to the door, the back door, the very same that Robin crawled through. She has a key in her hand and she turns it quickly, making the door swing open.

Fresh air.

Robin smiles triumphantly and pulls him along. “Come on we don’t have much time!” Robin hisses.

For a moment he believes, he believes he’ll see Alice again and then they’ll be happy.

Then he runs into the exit of the cottage. Not the door, not the wall, the open air in front of him. Robin yelps as she falls forward, he staggers back, feeling his face ache.

“Bloody hell.” He curses, going back up to the doorway, placing his hands out in front of him, the spark red under his palm, but it feels like he’s touching a glass panel.

He can practically hear Eloise laughing and laughing in his head.

You think I’d let you get away the same way you did last time?

More laughter.

You think you can just walk away from me?

“How-How did she-“ Robin sputters her eyes wide. “We have to figure out how to get that down!” Robin says loudly, but they both know there’s no getting that down, he’s trapped. Or maybe that’s Eloise again, making him lose hope. He always thought he’d just have to wait for an opportunity, but he was wrong, he was so wrong.

Killian shakes his head. “You need to get going, before they leave without you.” He insists. He doesn’t want to be responsible for ruining Robin’s chance. He can’t be. He can’t be responsible for ruining someone else’s life.

Like you ruined Emma’s.

“I promised we’d escape together!” Robin insists, Killian nods, he understands.

“I know, and I appreciate you trying to keep your word, but you need to break it, please. No one deserves to be trapped here, especially not you.” Not this bright girl with a whole wide world out there to explore.

He sees tears stream down the young girl’s eyes and he wishes he got to know her better.

“Go hope Robin, your mother must miss you terribly, and then find Alice, tell her I love her and tell her not to come back to me.” He says sternly. Then he thinks about Alice, and he just misses her. “Tell her that she’ll always be my starfish.” He utters. “Go see the world, explore and live your life. Forget all about me.”

Robin nods, gives one more tearful look his way. “My mom won’t let this stand. She’s big on revenge and that sort of things.” He laughs.

“I’ll keep a look out.”

And then Robin is gone.

When Eloise gets back, she looks more smug than usual. Humming and scratching his head. “She’ll be back darling. Gretel won’t let them get away that easy.”

Gretel is gone for 2 weeks, and she returns with Elsa. The blonde is crying, but Robin isn’t with them, either of them. But to be fair, he hadn’t seen Robin for most of his stay, perhaps theses walls were made so he only sees what Eloise wants him to see. Hear what Eloise wants him to hear, think what Eloise wants him to-

He looks down at the picture again; of Emma smiling.

What am I going to do, love? I’m going bloody insane.

There’s nothing left to do. It’s Eloise’s voice, it’s always hers. He tries to get it to be Emma’s instead. He tries to picture what Emma would tell him to do.

Emma’s gone darling.

The next time she brings home a bottle of rum, he takes it.

His hair had long since turned grey. He drinks more than he eats, drinks more than he breathes, and Gothel is loving it, she loves getting home every day from her days running her cult to him defeated and drunk on the couch. He mumbles and rambles about whatever thought interests him in that moment, but when Eloise says hush he quiets.

He doesn’t remember the last time Eloise needed to use magic to make him comply.

He doesn’t know how the years passed so quickly, but they do. He knows they do, every time Gothel sung their daughter happy birthday. Every time they celebrated their own.

“Why don’t you look any older?” He asks her as she sits beside him. She hums as she pets his head, like a dog. He remembered when he used to fight her, but those days ended long ago. He’s too tired to fight her, despite how much he sleeps and rests, he never feels like he has the energy to resist her words.

“Magic keeps me beautiful; perhaps I could make you beautiful too.” She says smoothly. “Would you like to be beautiful again?”

He doesn’t reply, he just closes his eyes and waits, waits for her to leave him alone. She does, eventually. She always does. He doesn’t seem to entertain her like he once did.

“Perhaps when Alice returns to us I can make you beautiful again.”

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even look at her, instead he looks towards a bottle. The bottle is the only comfort he has; it’s the only thing that makes the days’ worth living.

“Papa!” he hears, making him stir from his sleep. He blinks once, twice in the darkness. “Papa!”

A light flickers and he swears it’s a dream.

Because she’s beautiful.

“Alice?” He gasps. She’s leaning over him, blonde hair flowing wildly around her, brilliant smile cross her face. She’s all grown up now and here.

Alice is here.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” He gasps as she helps him up. He’s looking around practically shaking in terror.

This has to be a dream.

She’s in her twenties and she still loves color, her dress is made with wild bits of colorful fabric. Her face resembles his mother, her namesake.

“I’ve come to save you Papa.” She insists, the same accent in her voice in his and Liam’s. “It’s alright, I know about the spell keeping you here, we’ve figured out a way to break it.” He tries to stand with her assistance, but he wobbles as if he’s on the ocean, alcohol not having been the right plan last night, or maybe the terror, perhaps both.

“I told you not to come back-I told you-“ He stammers. “She’ll come back, she’ll come back-you can’t be here when-“

But Alice shakes her head. “How could I not come back for you Papa? You would have come for me, you would have come for me immediately, I’m so sorry it took me this long I’m sorry-“ Alice stammers, just like him when he’s nervous “Emma, Zelena, Liam and I tried to find you once, but it didn’t work, and then Emma tried finding you on her own and…she didn’t come home, then Liam and I spent a lot of time running, but I’m here now. I’m here.” but Killian doesn’t care about explanations, he just shakes his head and embraces her, embraces his daughter. His daughter.

Killian expected to die here, never seeing her again.

“What’s taking so long?” A voice outside hisses; Alice looks over. Then the voice outside gives a shout; Alice, looking in a panic rushes out to see what was the matter, but she stops in her tracks. He tries to go to see what’s happening, who’s here, because for a moment it sounded like-

But Gothel is there. Killian gasps; and tries to stand in front of his now grown daughter, he stumbles and nearly falls on his way there; but he is there, trying to protect her. “Stay away from her!” But the woman doesn’t have patients for him, flicking her exposed wrist and sending him crashing into the opposite wall.

“I’ll deal with you in a moment darling.” She says, causing a shudder to ripple through him. Her eyes are trained on Alice. “But first I’ll need to discipline our little girl, heavens knows you never could.”

No. Please no.

“Daughter.” Gothel says extending her arms. “Welcome home.” But Alice doesn’t move. She’s still as a statue. “Are you not happy to see your mother?” She asks.

Alice’s eye narrow, fury fills them, not like his own once did. “Happy to see you?” She repeats, accent getting heaver. “You ruined my bloody life!” She snarls. “You took away my home, my father, made me spend my entire childhood afraid of you.” She shakes her head.

“You need not be afraid, it was them, they poisoned you against me, they-“ But Alice isn’t looking for an explanation, her furry radiated off of her, making the lights flicker violently.

“You abandoned me when I was born, only showed up when my magic appeared, only loved me when I was using my powers.” She reminds her.

“Because you’re my daughter.” She tries to interrupt.

“You tried to take it from me, hurt your own daughter!” She snarls. ”What kind of mother does that?” She demands. “When I defied you, you threatened to hurt my Papa. You did hurt him! You tried to kill him, it was Emma who stopped you; it was always Emma I thought of as a mother even if it was only for a short time.”

Get up Killian. Come on, you need to stand with her. He hears. It’s not Gothel’s voice. For once, it’s not her. It’s Emma.

“I told you when I was six years old that you wouldn’t be able to hurt my father, and I couldn’t stop you then, but I’m not a child any more mother.” Energy gathered in her fists. “I’ll stop you here and now if it means-“

There’s a gasp from somewhere outside of his view, Killian tries to get up, tries to see- but he can’t, his old body is too hurt and frail for that.

“What-“ Alice says, energy stopping, her eyes wider then he’d ever seen. “Stop! Stop!” She screams. He remembers when it was Gothel with her hand in his chest, the sight of someone hurting those she loves had made her freeze then, put that look on her face.

Gothel has something; that much is clear.

“You don’t need to do this.” Alice says, eyes piercing blue.

“Darling, I just think you need a reminder of who’s the parent and who’s the child here, dear daughter. If it takes having your lover’s heart in my hand, then that’s what it takes.” She declares triumphantly, holding a glowing organ for them all to see.

No.

His heart sinks, no his entire soul sinks at those word. He glances at Alice, seeing the way she was still as a statue, questions filled his head. Who won her heart? Are they happy? But now is not the time for those sort of questions.

“Let them go Gothel!” He shouts, getting to his feet. “This was never about them, this was always about us and you know it!” Gothel glances in his direction. “This was about how I never loved you, how I chose Alice over you, how I chose Emma over you, how I chose little Robin over you.”

Alice’s eyes widened.

“You got you’re revenge, you got me, you tormented me over and over again until you broke me. Isn’t that enough?” He snarls. “Isn’t that enough for you?”

Gothel curls her lips into a snarl. “No.” She says sweetly. “I want your heart Alice, exchanged for your lover’s life.” Killian’s eyes widen.

“No Alice, please you can’t!” He says turning to his daughter. Begging her, pleading for her.

This can’t be happening, after everything, after everything they’ve done to try to keep her safe…

She can’t win. Gothel can’t win.

Alice gives him a sad smile. “You’d do the same Papa. For Emma.” She says softly, going up to him, her hand feels soft against his bearded cheek. “You’d do anything to protect the person you love.” Alice glances back at Gothel. “My father is free as well; you can’t cause him anymore pain.” She declares.

“Of course, he can go where he wishes, in exchange for your heart.”

He can’t breathe, Killian swears he can’t breathe, not as Alice reaches into her chest, pulling out a bright red heart, perfect, flawless. His chest aches, aches like someone is crushing his heart. She hands it to Gothel who hands her the heart in her hand. Alice runs out of the cabin, towards someone on the outside. Killian tries to see, he tries to see his daughter’s lover, so he can picture them happy, so he can see his daughter happy one more time.

But she blocks his view, Gothel, and he knows now is his only chance.

“Please.” He begs. “Just let her go, let her go.” He doesn’t know what to do, how to fix this, how to protect her. “I’ll do anything. Anything.” He drops to his knees and begs.

“Oh darling.” She coos, like she’s trying to comfort him. “Give me your hand.” He does. She takes it and places it on Alice’s beating heart. Like a rush he feels love. He feels it like a warmth spreading throughout him, he feels the same feeling when he first kissed Emma. It feels magnificent.

It feels like hope.

Then both of Gothel’s hands sandwich his own and squeeze. Killian gasps, and stands and screams; He feels her heart beating frantically around the vice grip. He feels the hope drain away, he feels Alice drain away.

He’s crushing her heart!

“No! Stop!” He shouts, trying to pull his hand away, trying anything he can to save her, but he can’t.

He’s powerless to stop her. He hears screams. He sees brunette hair of Alice’s lover holding her as she falls, feels the heart turn to ash in his hand. He wants to go to her, go to his daughter, hold her one last time, one last time…

Because Alice is…

“Why?” He demands. “How could you do that? To your own daughter? I thought you needed her magic…”

The woman shrugs. “I guess you were right, perhaps it was always revenge…I guess we’ll see next time…” He flinches away from her.

“Next time? What the devil are you talking about?” He demands. He tries to pull away but he can’t. “You made a deal! You told her I’d be free!” He can’t let her sacrifice be in vain! He can’t-He can’t!

“I said you could leave if you wanted to.” She says sweetly. “I never said you’d need your memories intact, now with Alice and Emma both gone, I’m sure my magic can finally fully effect you again my love, what a love story I can create for you, for us. Perhaps I’ll put us back where we left off, but best to remove memories of that damn brother of yours while I’m at it.”

“No!” He shouts. “You can’t erase them! You can’t do this!” She drops his hand and finds the spot above his heart, her other hand deep in his hair.

She smiles. “Watch me.”

“Mr. Killian!” He hears, then he’s shaken. He’s physically shaken awake. He gives a gasp as he’s waking, then terror.

“Alice!” He yells. His body is trembling, his mind screaming with agony.

Alice, not Alice, please not Alice.

The feeling of crushing her heart sends him into frantic gasps of panic, the Eloise’s threats, erasing his memory, he can’t let her do that-he can’t forget her, his starfish, the light of his life.

“Mr. Killian!” He blinks, seeing for the first time. “You have got to calm down.” He blinks again, not sure what he’s seeing. “Don’t you know the first thing about a witch fight? Never drink the tea. Mom says some teas can trick your heart.”

It’s Robin, like little seven year old Robin. She was sitting next to him, her hair frizzy and messy, she looked like she’d been crying, but was trying to hide it.

“What-what happened?” He gasps. He looks down at his hands and they look young. He feels his face; his beard is definitely longer than he usually likes but not what he remembers from years on Eloise’s couch. His hair isn’t as long either.

“About two hours.” Robin says. “She gave you that warning, you bickered with her for a bit and she got you to drink the tea. I told you not to.” She emphasized.

He didn’t remember that.

“It felt so real.” He says. He can still feel it, still see it in his mind’s eye. Feels how the years passed in front of him. “There were things she couldn’t possibly know. Things she couldn’t possibly have guessed.” Killian’s trying to understand, trying to understand the point of making him feel like his entire life passed by, like twenty years passed stuck here like a prisoner. He can still feel the desire to drink, a desire that had faded in the recent years, now roaring back.

“My mom says that the best witch doesn’t create illusions, she lets you do it, they let you punish yourself…” She says trailing off, looking down.

“But what’s the point?” He growls, agitated now. He’s frustrated at this whole bloody situation, because he knows one thing for certain now; he’s not spending his next two decades like a caged animal.

“She tricked your heart.” Robin repeats with another eye roll, like it’s obvious. “Auntie says that’s why you never bring your heart to a witch fight.” As if he had the ability to physically pull his heart out of his body.

Like he watched Alice…, like he watched her sacrifice herself for her true love.

Killian shudders.

Then there’s a loud terrifying noise. Robin visibly tenses, and then she turns and tugs on his arm. “Come on, you need to get up, like right now before that witch comes back.” She insists. He tries to get up, but he feels too weak to do so. His chest aches when he moves, when he tries to exert himself so. It surprises him, it feels like when he felt Alice die, when he felt all his hope fade in that one crushing blow.

If it was all a dream, why does he feel so weak? He glances down at his chest and for a moment he swears it glowed green. He’s bloody losing his mind.

“Having trouble darling?” Eloise says, as she saunters down the stairs looking mighty pleased with herself at the state of him. He barely suppresses a shudder.

“What did you do?” He demands, rolling onto his knees, his hand clutches at his chest as he tries to keep his breathing even.

“Get away from him!” Robin says loudly, stamping her foot. “You’re just evil. Mom says Evil never wins so you better remember that!” She shouts. He smirks at the little one’s bravery. “The only reason we’re down ere is that we’re not stupid enough to believe your lies, so let us go home or you’ll regret it you-you muppet!”

Eloise laughs at Robin’s words or perhaps the fierceness in her words, regardless her attention is now turned to the little lass. “You shouldn’t be throwing stones in glass houses little girl.” She sneers. “You believed the stupidest lie of them all, that I could let you talk to your dear dead daddy. Dead is dead little girl.” It made Robin recoil sharply. “And what makes you think he’d even want to speak to you if he lived?” Eloise continued. “Your mum didn’t exactly come about you in an honorable way.”

Killian doesn’t know what they’re talking about, but he doesn’t like it, he certainly doesn’t like the wide eyed look it gives Robin, fierce noble Robin.

“W-What do you mean?” She stammers.

“Any idea why your Aunt let me into your house that day, the day you came here with me? Why she let you leave?” Tears were forming in the little girl’s eyes, her form shaking.

“Eloise, that’s enough!” He tries, griping the wall despite the building pain in his chest. “Darling, they were dying to get rid of you, and I can’t blame them. I thought there was a spark of magic in you, a spark of your mother’s power, but I was disappointed. But that’s what you are, the last heir of the Mills line, a disappointment.” Robin was crying now.

“I said that’s enough!” He says, forcing himself to his feet in front of Robin. She hugs his leg, trying to hide her face full of tears. “You are just trying to scare her, a mere child Eloise. Because you can’t hurt me, remember? Because hurting me is what you’ve been dying to do since we arrived.” He points out.

She cocks her head. “Oh really?” she taunts. With a wave of her hands, magic pushes him hard onto the floor, sending Robin scrambling. “Care to place a bet on it?” She sneers.

“The spell…” He gasps, breathless once more.

“Perhaps your Swan does not love you anymore. Or maybe she truly is dead.” Killian is jerked upwards, but not by his own strength, but by Eloise’s powers.

She tricked your heart. Robin had said, was it possible to trick or weaken his heart to the point that Emma’s spell broke? Killian wondered. Whatever it is Killian is certain that Emma Swan was alive and well.

“She’ll stop you.” He rasps. “You don’t stand a chance.”

“Your Swan?” Eloise sneers. “Or your Starfish.” Killian doesn’t respond. “Soon, I’ll have both their magic and you. Make this easy for me, tell me where you sent them.”

“Go to hell.”

“So be it.” And if Killian thought he was in pain before, it has nothing on what he feels now with her hand in his aching chest, his vision nearly goes white in agony. He screams, but Eloise shushes him, his voice going mute. “Save your voice, in another moment you’ll be singing like a bird.”

Then there’s a crackle in the air, it sounds like it’s occurring right above their heads. It makes Eloise stop in her tracks.

“Come out and face me coward!” Came a shrill screech. “I’ll burn this whole place to the ground if I have to!”

Eloise growls in anger, pulling her hand out of his chest and dropping him to the ground, then without another word, she stomps out of the dungeon.

It takes a second for Killian to catch his breath and breathe. “Are-Are you ok Little Lass?” Robin nods. “We need to figure a way out of here.” He insists, looking back at the bars, the bloody bars again…

“Nu uh.” Robin says triumphantly. “That bitch is going to burn.” Killian’s eyes widen.

“Robin! Language!” The young girl shrugs.

“Sorry but it’s true, that magic? That voice I’d know it anywhere.” A huge grin appears on her face. “I told you she was coming! I told everyone who would listen that she’d come for me and show no mercy.” He knows before she says it. Knows who owns that crackling voice.

“That’s my mom!”

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From the prompt list: “This is not something a parent teaches their child," with both CS and KnightRook!

I’m here! Two days later. Or three. Oh well, anyway, here you go, some tooth-rotting fluff with Captain Swan Rook :’D (you know how much I love the idea of Emma being Alice’s mother so forgive me if I’m not sorry lol) just kidding, yell at me if you want ;) Also, what I’ve come up with is pretty silly, but I still hope you like it :D

Blunt the knives (that’s what Killian Jones hates)

Turningthe key in the lock, Emma entered her house, her head filled with a whirlwindof contrasting thoughts, their weight threatening to overwhelm her. It wasn’tthat they were horrible thoughts, not at all, it just was difficult for her towrap her head around them. It also didn’t help that she was scared.

Worryinga lower lip that had seen better days between her teeth, she hung her jacket onthe coat rack next to the door along with her bag – a bag! Emma Swan owned abag! And not a purse for a night out, a bag! No, wait, more than one!

A smilepulled at her lips. Many things had changed since the day she was born: frommere orphan, she’d become a brilliant woman, a sheriff, and had a lovingfamily, friends she cold trust with her own life. Her heart fluttered thinkingabout her family, the undying love for them quenching her fears.

Everything’s gonna be alright, she told herself, squaring hershoulders and following the laughter she heard. The sound led her to thekitchen, where her smile faded and her skin paled visibly.

Standingin front of their daughter, who was perched on the kitchen island with her socks-coveredfeet dangling and her blonde hair tied in a messy braid – Killian was gettingbetter, and you’d think a former Navy man would be good with braiding hisdaughter’s hair.

Whatshocked her, though, was that they weren’t cooking, no, they were sharpening knives.

Before Emmacould even open her mouth, Alice spotted her, her blue eyes widening in delight.«Mama!» she exclaimed, dangerously placing the small but sharp knife on themarble counter and trying to squirm her way down the island when her father’sarm sneaked around her waist, keeping her in place.

«A-ah, Starfish,not so fast. What did I tell you?» Killian gently reminded her, nodding hishead towards the forgotten knife.

Alicepursed her lips, grabbing the knife and carefully sliding it into the woodenknife block. Killian nodded and freed her, letting her jump down the island andrun towards her mother.

From herpart, Emma was completely stunned. So much, in fact, that it even took her afew seconds to wrap her arms around her daughter after she’d wrapped her bonyones around her waist. Blue eyes were glancing up at her, a wide smile lightingup not only Alice’s face but Emma’s whole world as well.

«Hey,baby,» she greeted her, crouching in front of her and showering her face withkisses. Emma was rewarded with a fit of giggles. «How are you?»

«I’mperfectly fine, Mama,» Alice replied, using her mother’s question to get herrevenge and plant kisses all over her face.

Emmahummed, her smile never leaving her face. She loved having quiet moments with herfamily, and greetings after work were one of the best parts of her day. «Howwas school? Did you do anything you like today?»

Alicehad started nodding even before she finished her sentence. «Yes! I’ve painted!»she exclaimed before leaning forward and cupping her hand around Emma’s ear towhisper in a low voice: «I didn’t even show Papa.»

Another thingEmma loved was that Alice would talk about her school day only when both she and Killian were at home. On days Killian neededto fly out to New York or somewhere else to be a guest on food shows – he didn’tget two Michelin stars for nothing – she would tell them only when Killian wasfacetiming them, the two blondes curled up in bed with mugs of hot chocolate asa method to soothe the pain of their man being so far away from them.

«Then whydon’t you grab your painting so me and Papa can see it?»

Sneakingaway from her mother’s arms, Alice immediately rushed upstairs.

Emma stayedthere, watching her bouncing braid disappear from her sight. Then, she straightenedup, crossing her arms in front of her chest, thin blonde eyebrows arched in question.She was trying not to exactly glare at him, probably failing. However, Killiandidn’t seem fazed as he kept sharpening the knife on the metal… thing.Sharpener. Whatever.

«Hello,love,» he greeted her, a warm smile on his lips as he briefly lifted his eyesto look at her from beneath his eyelashes. It was unfair: his stupid face shouldbe considered illegal. How could she stay mad at him?

Sheer willpower, she reminded herself, biting back the smileand drowning the butterflies that had started to fly around her stomach.Ripping their wings off was too dramatic. Could butterflies drown, though?

«Hello,my love,» she replied sweetly, perhaps a bit too much. «Care to tell me about whatwere you doing just before I walked in?»

Killianshrugged slightly. How could he do that while rapidly sharpening that bloodyknife at the same time? What, you earned that ability with Michelin stars? No, alright, it’s the other way around. But still. «I was merely teaching herhow to sharpen a knife, love. She already knows how to cut vegetables perfectly,without cutting her fingers. This wasthe next logical step.»

The variousfaded and almost invisible scars on her fingertips seemed to itch at his words.«This is not something a parent teaches their child,» she retorted, lifting herchin.

The momentKillian arched his eyebrow – that shouldbe considered illegal, too – Emma knew she was about to lose the battle. «Youtaught her how to pick locks, love.»

And thatwas why.

«It’snot the same thing!» she huffed, knowing he was partially right. But only partially.«It’s just… she could’ve hurt herself, Killian.»

Placingdown the knife and sharpener – definitely not in the block – Killian steppedcloser, his hands going one to her waist and the other at the base of her jaw,fingers threading through her hair. «You know I would die myself before I letour Starfish get hurt, don’t you? This goes even for just a little nick from asharpened blade.»

Yes,Emma knew that: her husband was something akin to a hawk every time he letAlice help him in the kitchen, and Emma had never not trusted him. Besides, sheshould’ve known this day would soon come. It also meant she could have abargain chip when wanting to teach Alice some self-defense moves – which Killianwould totally support, but still.

Sighing,she nodded, leaning forward to kiss him, the tension of the day washing off ofher immediately. Emma smiled into the kiss, losing herself, her thoughts nowfocused on her husband and her husband only, on how he swiftly moved his tongueover her lower lip and how soft his own were, his stubble scratching her skinin a delicious way.

Sheloved kissing Killian, probably because she’d never known how meaningful andwonderful kisses were until she met him. Yeah, Killian Jones turned her world upside-down,and she was perfectly okay with it.

As sheheard footsteps getting close, Emma smiled and pressed one last kiss to thecorner of his mouth before slightly pushing Killian away. «Go put away yourtoys, our Starfish demands our presence.» She didn’t miss the way his eyes weresparkling and he looked enraptured. Good,I still have it.

Henodded, turning around and finishing sharpening the last knife, the metallicsounds following her out of the kitchen. She was about to follow an excitedAlice in the living room when a wicked idea seeping into her mind. He would forgiveher. Eventually.

Emmatook a step back and popped her head over the doorframe. The sounds hadstopped, signal that he was testing the blade’s sharpness.

«By theway, I hope you’ll teach your other child how to cut vegetables and sharpen knives.»

A loud curseaccompanied her while she headed towards the living room. However, she nevermade it, because Killian’s arms wrapped around her and spun her around while keepingher close to his wide chest, a happy laugh escaping her lips.

(Shemight have not cared about the blood stain Killian had left on her favourite whitesweater, but there was nothing wrong in making him pay a little for the scare he’dgiven her by making him thoroughly wash it with his own bare hands.)

(It alsomay or may not have been a faithful reminder of how they’d met in the firstplace.)

(Gotta lovea man who can ably wash blood off white clothes.)

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csforscience-blog · 6 years

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When You Wish Upon a Star

Post Season 7 AU. Based on my theory that the Wish Realm wasn't actually created by a wish, rather Emma's wish had transported her to an alternate universe and the actual Princess Emma from that realm was kidnapped.

After the curse is broken and he is sent back to his realm in search of a cure, Wish Hook finally meets the blonde woman who has haunted his dreams. Because in every world, in every time soul mates find each other. RATED T. (Now on ff and ao3)

"The King and Queen are dead."

He expected chaos when he returned. The other version of Regina and the Swan girl had left the kingdom in shambles with King Charming and Queen Snow to be mourned and young Prince Henry confused and orphaned. No one understands that Princess Emma wasn't actually their princess. They watched her grow up, they saw her rule. In fact the people of Killian's realm do not think they are just the product of a wish. Neither does he. He is just as real as his younger counterpart.

So is his daughter, the one true thing that matters in his life. And yet as Henry Mills and Cinderella broke the curse in Hyperion Heights, he could not go to her and tell her how much he loves her, to tell her he's sorry that his cursed self was not there for her. He could not hug her as Henry did with Lucy, Cinderella and Regina, not the way Zelena did with Robin. Not the way the more superior version of himself did when he arrived with his lovely wife and their young brown haired daughter with green eyes in his arms. He envied the other version of himself as the younger man kissed the Swan girl and held his own daughter close.

No Killian could not walk within ten feet of his teenage daughter. He could only look at her from a far and hope that that look was good enough to tell her how much he felt.

He left her a note before he left, saying that he would do anything and everything to get back to her with a cure for his poisoned heart.

Not that he is back, however, he doesn't know where to start.

Prince Henry has put a strict ban on magic after witnessing his grandparents demise, so acquiring any magic would become a real adventure in itself. Killian does have a lead though, courtesy of the Swan girl and the Mills Sisters, and with his newly rejuvenated look he can avoid any bounty on his head, even pretend to be someone else. The item he is looking for is white magic and it is said that a noble has come to possess it and has been using it to cure ailments at a price. This information has been well hidden, known as only rumors to the public, but Killian knows better.

And its not as if he has any choice. He is a desperate man and desperate men are willing to fight for what they want.

The journey to the nobleman's fort is a long one. It is deep within the forest, on a jagged path that seems to go nowhere. Killian holds onto the rook in his pocket as he urges his horse through the deadly route, hoping that this lead is not as much a dead end as it seems.

Finally the fort comes into view. It looks to be an abandoned military warehouse as it is smaller than he expected and lacking any windows. An eerily familiar tower that reaches the heavens is the only part of the structure that has a window. Killian doesn't stare at it too long, wretched memories of another tower invading his mind.

Guards in dark uniforms meet him at the door, frisking him for weapons and taking his horse before slowing him to step into the door. Inside it is just as dark, with silver and pewter bringing shine to the otherwise dull and empty room. An unnecessarily large oak table sits in the center of the room with papers and books littered across it. A man, no older than Killian appears, sits at the table, his face looking stern and bored as an elderly woman stands in front of him pleading for him to here him out.

"Please, Baron Von Rothbart! I beg of you. My daughter is on her death bed."

Killian flinches at the old woman's words, his mind immediately jumping to Alice and what he would do if she were ever in that position.

"The terms are quite simple, Madame." Rothbart states, bored. "I provide you with the white cure and you provide payment. You have failed to procure the desired sum and therefore I cannot help you."

"Please, Sir! It's all I have. Have mercy! She is only 18!"

"You knew the deal. You failed to honor it." Rothbart snaps, growing impatient. "And in doing so, you failed your dear daughter."

Hook's throat tightens. He knows he is carrying a small fortune but he only has a little more than what the woman is offering. She wails, collecting her gold back into a pouch with shaky hands and is dragged away by one of the guards.

"You." Rothbart says, not bothering to look at him, his eyes glued to the parchment he is writing upon. "What is your business here?"

"I seek a cure for a poisoned heart." Killian says in a firm voice.

"Hmm... Don't we all." The menace sneers, looking up at him. He's handsome but with wicked harsh features that would make any woman cower. "What I am interested in, is what you have on your person, pirate."

"Two-hundred gold pieces." Killian growls. "Which can be yours once I have the cure." He plays with his hook, drawing Rothbart's attention to it, and does not dare break eye contact with Rothbart, refusing to show fear.

"Luckily for you that just meets the price for my cure." Rothbart motions to a guard who approaches bearing an open chest containing 3 vials of white glowing liquid. He picks one up and hands it to Killian.

"This will cure a poisoned heart?" He asks warily.

"It cures all. It's white magic in its purest form. Now the payment if you will."

Killian hands him the pouch of gold. "If this doesn't work. If this is a sham, I will be back."

"I don't doubt it, Captain." Rothbart says counting the good. "But I think you will find yourself satisfied with the product."

"What's this bloody made of anyway?" Hook pockets the vial.

"The purest magic: True love. A savior for all." Rothbart chuckles wickedly. "Now unless you want anything else, I suggest you be on your way, pirate."

Killian glares at the man but says nothing, turning around to the doors.

I'm on my way, Alice. He thinks

The guards let him be as he mounts his steed and rides towards the exit. As he enters the woods however, he hears sobbing to his right. The odd woman from before is crouched down crying on the ground.

"Milady..." Killian begins.

"Two blasted coins." She says. "I was off by two coins. And now my daughter will die." She wipes her eyes and looks to the fort. Hook chokes up, feeling the weight of the vial burning a hole through his chest. "I thought that because he has an endless supply of white magic that he would be lenient."

"Endless?" He perks up. "What do you mean endless?"

"He has access to a pure creature. The embodiment of true love itself. He drains it of its magic and makes profit off of it to those desperate enough for an all cure." She sniffs. "I sold everything I had. But it still wasn't enough for the Baron."

Bringing his fingers to his brow he sighs loudly, once again he is going to fail her. Some father he is. But looking at the sobbing old woman he can't help but pity her. No. Alice would want this.

"Give this to your daughter." The woman stares at him in shock as he hands her the vial of glowing white. "Go on. Save her."

"Oh thank you, kind sir!" The woman sobs, in relief instead of despair. She quickly reaches under her cloak to the pouch of coins attached to her belt, but he puts his hand up to stop her.

"No, keep your money."

"But why? What about your ailment?"

"As much as it pain me, your daughter's life is worth more. I will find another way." He sighs.

"May Athena bless you, sir." She cries in delight, taking the vial from him. Ready to dash away, she stops a moment and turns back towards him seeing his gaze upon the fort. "I can only guess what you plan to do, but beware. They say the Baron holds power unlike anything else."

"Thank you ma'am." Killian smiles sadly, watching her scurry away into the darkness of the forest.

He leads his horse off the path and ties her to a tree, loading his person with weapons. He will not leave this fort without a cure. He will not.

Killian approaches the fort once more, this time as carefully and quietly as possible. As far as Rothbart and his men know, Killian got what he wanted and was on his way, and maintaining that pretense is more than favorable. His guards don't look as intimidating as they should. One is leaning against the wall by the door yawning away while the other kicks stones around. The problem is that they are by the main and, by the looks of it, only door. The entrance.

But like a bright star shining light in the darkness and guiding sailors through the vast sea, a white glow emanates from above. It draws Killian's attention to the tower where a white light flashes magically... magic... White magic!

That must be where the wretch keeps his source of white magic and if Hook can get his hands on it, he can cure his poisoned heart. The only problem is getting to it...

Scaling walls is not as easy as it looks. Despite Killian's experience doing so and the gift of a more limber form, its still tricky. Unlike Rapunzel's tower, the walls of this fort are of smoother stones that are more compact together, making it difficult to find a foot hold nor pull himself up. It makes the entire thing trickier, slowing him down, increasing the chances that someone might catch him trying to break in. The guards are thankfully unaware of his misdeed, sharing a bottle between them. Bad form, he thinks, although their bad luck is what's aiding him on his quest.

The only way that he can gain entry to this place is through the window at the highest tower. Of course that would be the only way in, he snorts, heaving himself up with his hook.

It takes some to finally reach the windowsill, his muscles protest as he heaves himself up one last time. With his forearms on the ledge and foot planted against it he jumps in through the window, his blue eyes immediately scan the small room it reveals. It is plain and matches the rest of the fort, but the most striking difference is the almost home-like and cozy appeal to it, with a lounge chair against the wall and several pillows propped up upon it and a slate gray woolen blanket at the foot of it. There are several art supplies at a small table and papers with intricate drawings of the sky, sea, buttercups and swans. There is something bright about this room and it has nothing to do with the color scheme.

Killian slowly traverses across, looking for vials of white magic. It has to be here, he saw the white glow come from this room, but there’s no sign of any magic, not even a speck of fairy dust, it is just an empty room. He sits by the table hoping that the sketches may provide some insight to what the magical source may be. It is white magic, so it isn’t likely to be dangerous, however all magic comes with a price as he has come to learn, so he peruses the area with caution.

Some scuffling can be heard coming from the door a few feet away from him. His brain switches into high alert and he quickly finds a place to hide behind the head of the lounge chair, his hook and sword at the ready, The disturbance grows louder. It’s a combination of metal colliding and feet stomping and muffled voices that become crystal clear as the door is flung open.

“There, there, now my darling.” Rothbart’s voice cuts through the air. “That wasn’t so bad. Maybe next time you’ll be less resistant. You know your efforts are futile, why do you still fight me?”

A smack echoes through the room followed by a whimper.

“You silly creature!” The terror roars. “You could have it all! Everyone you love is dead. No one will come to save you.” The whimpering intensifies “Either you learn to be more pliant, more willing, or you’ll remain in this tower for eternity.”

“I will never submit to you.”

Killian almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of that voice. He knows it so well, a siren’s call within his dreams, a taunting nightmare of what he could have had if fate had altered her course. But as he peers from his hiding place, he sees the unmistakable golden waves over slim shoulders of a woman crouched onto the cold floor.

“I will never marry you. I will never willingly give you my magic. I will never love you, Rothbart. You are a monster.”

“I may be a monster, Princess, but you are weak and have no other choice. I will get what I want sooner or later.” With that, Rothbart spins on his heels and marches out of the room, slamming the door behind him with a bang, followed by the sound of a lock clicking into place.

Soft cries begin to fill the small space, finally drawing Killian out of his shock. How is she here? Was there another curse? Another wish gone wrong? How can she be back, especially here in this wretched place? He had just left her and his other self back at Hyperion Heights with Henry and the rest of his family. She’s the one who told him to come here! So how was she here? And the condition that she is in? No woman in her position should be exposed to such environments.

“Swan?” Killian croaks, emerging from his hiding place.

She turns around quickly and stares back in silence, giving him a chance to examine her. She’s a little different. Her golden hair is matted, part of it still in a braid that seems like it was done in a haste days ago. Her red jacket has been replaced by a ragged dark linen dress and torn brown cloak. The once glowing skin is now pale and her cheeks are slightly hollowed. Her muted green and wet eyes continue to dash across his figure, her dry rose colored lips parted in awe.

“Love what happened? How has Rothbart come to capture you? Where is Killian?” He takes a step towards her, stopping as she retreats. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Who- who are you?” she croaks.

“You- you don’t remember who you are, love?” His shoulders sag. So it is another curse, or some sort of memory loss that is clouding her mind. I guess she won’t be able to help me, bloody hell! He rubs his temples to relieve the ache that begins to simmer.

“I know who I am!” She says defiantly. “I am Princess Emma of Misthaven, heir to Queen Snow and King David, mother of the crown Prince Henry. Who are you and what do you want?”

“Easy, love.” He puts his hand and hook up in surrender. She gasps at the sight, and backs up even further. “Relax love. I am not here to hurt you!”

“Then why are you here?” She hisses. “Come to see what Rothbart’s special treasure was? Come to steal my magic too?!”

“Your magic?” Killian exclaims. Everything starts to make even less sense then it did before. How could she be the source of magic when Rothbart’s special potion has been around for over a year? In fact the rumors claim he gained power right around the time that the Swa... No.

“Love, how long have you been a prisoner here?”

“I am not your love!”

“Please, your highness, answer the question.”

“Three years.”

Three years. Three years ago he encountered Emma Swan along with the woodcutter in the forest. Three years ago he foolishly attempted to be her hero and was thrown on his sorry arse with a blast of magic, and woke up on the deck of the Jolly feeling like utter shite. Two years ago, he had heard Henry’s voice through the magic bottle on his person calling for Emma Swan, Regina and Captain Hook. Two years ago Lady Tremaine granted him his younger self’s physique and brooding appeal as he attempted foolishly to con Emma into believing he was the man she fell in love with, the man who’s child she was carrying.

They told him he was part of a realm created by a wish, that he was not real. But he felt real, he knew he was real. He knows he is real. Could the lost woman in front of him be his princess?

“How did Rothbart capture you?” He croaks.

“I don’t know, a cloud of smoke surrounded me and I ended up deep in the woods. Rothbart found me and offered me a place to stay. He knew I had magic and when I tried to leave he forced these on me.” She shows him a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists. “They dampen my magic so I can’t escape, not that I knew how to use it. My parents they...” she begins to whimper. “They never wanted me to get lost in magic, they didn’t want me to become like the Evil Queen.” Her green eyes peer up at him as she takes a brave step forward. “Please, sir... is it true? Are they really dead?”

“Aye, love. I am sorry, truly.”

She falls to the ground and weeps gently. He does not think, the instinct to protect her overriding all else, and he sinks down to her level, putting a comforting arm around her, bringing her into a tight embrace. She melts into his touch, burrowing her face into his neck as he rubs her back soothingly. He doesn’t understand his need to hold her as she mourns, but he vows to have a chat with Regina when he returns to Hyperion Heights.

“Swa-Emma, please love. We must leave soon before Rothbart returns.”

She lifts her head to look at him confused, and as if just realizing the position they are in, untangles herself from his and backs away trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

“Why?” She demands, authority oozing through her. “Why would you help me? Why would I trust you?”

“I know your son.” It’s not a complete lie. He does know and is close friends with Henry, well a version of him anyway.

“My son, is an acquaintance of a pirate?” she asks in disbelief.

“Aye, Captain Killian Jones at your service.” He gives a little bow. “Now do you want to escape or not? We’ve not much time.”

She looks between him and the door behind her, worrying her lips as she contemplates. He feels a strong urge to bite the lip but then shakes himself out of that thought as she turns back to him.

“Fine. But don’t think I’m taking my eyes off of you for one second.”

“I’d despair if you did.”

They wait until Rothbart comes again to restock his magic supply. Turns out the magic dampeners not only prevent Emma from using her magic but also limit the amount he can take from her, which is only three vials worth at a time. He uses an enchanted crystal bottle which extracts magic from anything it touches and converts it into a potion. Because Emma is the product of true love, her magic is capable of combating various forms of dark magic, and the potion Rothbart is capable of extracting is thus powerful enough to cure hexes, curses and many poisons, something that make Killian’s ears perk up. He plans to steal a vial during their escape.

He doesn’t know why he is so compelled to save the Princess instead of getting what he came here for. Maybe it has to do with his his brother’s voice screaming in his head to stick to good form and save the damsel in distress. Maybe it’s the newfound compassion he acquired from being Officer Rogers. Maybe the fact that the alternate versions of themselves share true love is forcing him to feel responsible for her. Or maybe you just fancy her you daft fool!

The door handle begins to rattle as Rothbart unlocks it from the other side. Emma is sitting at the center of the room, her hands in her lap, and Killian at the other side of the door ready for her to attack. The second the Baron enters the room, Killian knocks him out with his hook, causing Rothbart to drop the enchanted bottle to the ground. Emma can’t say that she sheds a tear as it shatters into millions of tiny fragments, never to be used to harm ever again.

Killian drags the wretch’s limp form further into the room and ties him up. He looks to see the princess glaring at Rothbart but also shaking.

“Are you alright, love?”

“Yes.” She says quickly. “It’s just... I am a coward. I could have done this myself and maybe saved all of the people he was stealing from... but...”

“Hey. Do not blame yourself.” He approaches her and tilts her head up to meet him. “He won’t hurt you anymore, or anyone else for that matter. Now come on, let’s stick to the plan and get you home, aye?”

She nods and gives a kind smile back to him.

They lock the door before they leave and make sure to break the key in the lock so that it’s almost impossible for anyone to unlock it for him. There are only two guards in the entire fort. The Baron was too cheap to pay for more people and he did not need anyone else. Most feared the rumors that a deadly beast was the source of his powers and never bothered to steal from him... that is until Killian came along.

They did not expect the guards to remain too blissfully unaware for long, the two fools running up towards the pirate and princess as they began descending the long spiral staircase in the tower. Emma freezes slightly at the sight of the two burly men and Killian steps in front of her, readying his sword. She watches in complete fascination as he thwarts them, knocking them both easily to the ground with well practiced footwork and a couple of swipes of his sword and hook. She is even more impressed that he leaves them alive, falsifying all the stories she heard of pirates being evil and ruthless killers.

As he sheathes his sword, he looks up at her, giving her a once over to ensure that she is okay. He holds out his hand and she takes it without question, being lead around the two bodies napping on the steps and down towards her freedom.

When they get to the main entrance, Killian pauses, looking to the Rothbart’s large desk longingly.

“What’s wrong?” The princess asks, turning back to him.

He looks back at her and dons a well practiced smile that he has used countless times on Alice when he did not want her to share his burden of worry.

“Nothing, Princess.” He looks back at the desk. “I was thinking, maybe we should destroy the remainder of Rothbart’s stash so that he may not use it to exploit your subjects anymore.” “Good idea, Captain.” Emma says, and it’s permission enough for him to hurry behind the desk and grab the vials. There’s two of them, filled to the brim with glowing white, and he takes them from the chest they have been stored in and throws them into the brilliant fireplace.

“Good riddance.” He smiles sadly, and Emma nods in agreement. “Come, Princess, let’s get you home.”

The moon is at the highest point in the sky as they leave the fort. Killian mounts his trusty stallion and offers Emma a hand to help her up behind him. She takes it without pause and he can’t help but feel over zealous at the warmth she provides at his back, the way her soft breaths tickle the skin at his neck and the way her hands feel circled around his waist. The ride hard for a few hours until they are well out of the dark forest and into a new, less dense area of the woods. He can tell that she is tired as he halts his horse. She has been resting her head on his shoulder for the last few minutes trying to catch some shut eye, and he himself is no better, the strain in his own eyes causing a migraine to brew in the back of his head.

Emma lifts her head as he begins to dismount.

“Wh-why have we stopped?” she asks, taken his hand to follow suit.

“It’s been a long night, you need to rest.” Killian replies. “This area will do quite nicely for a short slumber. I will take first watch.”

“First watch?” she repeats confused. Her hand comes out to grip the cloak tighter.

“Aye, we should take turns keeping watch for anything that might harm us, or anyone who might have followed us out.” He starts collecting twigs from the ground, putting them in a pile near a fallen log.

“You think they might have followed us?” She asks in a small voice.

“I wouldn’t put it past the bloody sod.” Killian replies. He looks up to see her worrying her lip once more. “Darling, if they dare come across us again, I will protect you.” He assures her.

“And why would you?” She snaps. “How do you really know me?”

“Love.. I”

“And don’t say Henry sent you. I know you are lying.” She crosses her arms, just as defiant as her counterpart.

“I wouldn’t know how to begin, Swan.” Killian groans, slumping on the log.

Emma kneels in front of the pile of twigs and grabs two stones, hitting them together until a spark is born and a small flame ignites.

“You can start with why you keep calling me Swan.” She says, catching him stare at her curiously.

“Caught that did, you?” He laughs nervously.

She glares at him.

“It’s a really long story... bloody hell.” He groans.

Emma sits beside him on the log, giving him a pointed look.

“We have enough time for you to start.”

“Aye.” He sighs. He stretches his legs out in front of him. “Long story short, there are other realms similar to ours yet alternative, where we have taken different paths and ended with different futures. I encountered another realms version of you. Her name was Emma Swan.” He looks into her green eyes, trying to assess her response. She probably thinks he is crazy, delusional even, but she cracks a warm smile in return.

“Truth.” She says quietly.

“You believe me?” He asks in disbelief. Why would a royal trust him?

“Yes, I do.” Emma states firmly. “I know when people lie, it’s the only gift I have that I can actually use. So, tell me about this Emma Swan?”

“She’s a mother like you, and a princess.” She grins and he smiles back. “She’s cunning, smart, beautiful.” She blushes and licks her lips. “She’s strong, a fierce warrior.”

“Unlike me.” The princess says sadly.

“Princess, you were scared and a prisoner of a horrid man. You cannot blame yourself for your predicament.”

“I’m not just talking about that. My entire life, I have been scared in a tiny bubble in the castle. I never went out on my own adventure, I’ve never fought for anything. I don’t even know how to hold a sword. I’m a coward.” She laughs.

“No you’re not. The gods know I’ve dealt with many cowards and you don’t meet any of their criteria. You may have not been in battles but your are just as brave and strong as the other Emma.”

“You really think so?” She peers up at him in wonder, and if he did not know any better he could have sworn that she scooted closer to him.

“Aye, love.” Killian says sincerely. “And I quite fancy you from time to time... when you’re not yelling at me.” He smirks and she rolls her eyes. “if you want... I could always teach you how to use a sword.” He scratches the back of his ear.

“I’d like that, Captain.” She smiles.

“Call me Killian, your highness.”

“As long as you call me Emma.”

They stare at each other for a second more and then look away as if they were burned.

“So...” Emma begins. “When you thought I was the other Emma in the tower, you asked where Killian was... Your name is Killian, so I’m guessing the other Emma knows her realm’s version of you?”

Bloody hell...

“Erm...” His hand finds its way back to his ear. “Aye, they know each other very well.” So well that they have a daughter and another wee one along the way. “You should get some rest, love.” He says quickly, standing up and away from his doppelgänger’s true love’s doppelgänger.

“Right.” Emma raises her brow amused.

“I will wake you up in 2 hours.” He states mechanically, as if he’s reciting the Miranda rights to someone.

“Okay. Goodnight... Killian.”

“Goodnight, Emma.” END OF PART ONE

#Cs fic #mine #cs fanfic #CS AU #Captain Swan #Wish Hook #Wish Emma #CS wish world AU #Knightrook #Swan Lake AU #Officer Rogers #Killian Jones #Emma Swan

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fuckyesknightrook-blog · 6 years

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White Knight, Blonde Archer.

So! Happy Holidays! Have a one-shot that is purely KnightRook fluff and Alice and Robin fluff. Best of both worlds, if you ask me!

♞ ♜

Rocks slid under Tilly's shoes as she skipped upon them, but the spunky blonde didn't falter one bit. The feeling of the stones sliding smoothly, then rolling into the arch of her foot in a massage fashion, was something she loved the feel of, it relieved the tension in her feet, however, today, she loved it a bit more.

You see, she was halfway through a game of chess with Detective Rogers, and whooping his arse at it, mind you. They stopped midgame, due to Rogers not being able to concentrate as Tilly's tummy rumbled. Rogers had given her twenty dollars to get herself anything but a marmalade sandwich, and something for himself. He could muster up an appetite within the amount of time it would take her.

In some ways, Rogers acted more like a father to her than a friend. Or loving grandma, in the case of throwing a fit at her stomach growling and demanding she eats more than her body's weight in food, so she never goes hungry again. She found it endearing; it didn't bother her a bit, and she would never complain. Nobody, not even Weaver had ever cared for her in the way that Rogers had grown to.

At least, he sure did get his kicks out of asking her if she ate anything that wasn't a marmalade sandwich, lecturing her about how there's plenty of food out there, and that cannot be the only thing she lives off of every single bloody day.

"Have you ever tried grapefruit and boiled mackerel?" Tilly mocked in a deep voice, her head bobbing from side to side as she scrunched up her face, the tip of her tongue sliding out as she blew raspberries.

Tilly cringed as she thought about it before she shook it off and recollected herself to appear as though she hadn't just mocked him aloud. She continued to skip along the rocks, now coming up to the troll under the bridge. She could see Rogers; a reasonable distance kept between where the troll sat, and where he stood, talking on the phone.

"Deeeetective?" She sang in a questioning tone as she climbed the troll and took a seat, setting the brown paper bags on an even spot below the chess board.

She glanced down at the board, seeing he hadn't bothered resetting it and she was proud. Glimpsing up to see if he was watching, she picked up one of his untouched rooks to take to her side. He wouldn't notice one little piece.

"I saw that!" Rogers shouted as he jogged over.

The blonde jumped, slamming it back down on the board.

"Y - yo - you saw nothing! I - I - the piece was knocked over, and it was bugging me, so I fixed it for you. Yeah, you're welcome." She babbled, her head following him as he leaned, reaching for the bags of food.

"If you say so," Rogers responded, glancing down at the food. "Let's have a look." He reached for the brown bag, holding it for not even five seconds before Tilly snatched it and set it in her lap.

"Uh-uh, this is mine." She picked up the McDonalds bag, handing it to him. "This is yours."

He held it far from him as if it were poison.

Tilly unashamedly pulled her marmalade sandwich out of her plain bag, unwrapping it and taking a bite. "I got myself some fries to go along with my marmalade sandwich. I already ate those, though. Don't worry, I got you fries and something else as well."

Rogers dropped the bag onto his lap and looked at her in disbelief. "You bought the one thing I told you not to?"

Alice mirrored his dumbfounded expression. "Do you even know me? And you'd complain about anything. You're complaining about McDonalds. Who complains about McDonalds?"

He shook his head slowly before he blinked and sighed heavily, opening the bag. "I'm afraid to see what you got me." He huffed as he reached in, pulling out the box under the large order of fries.

"You'll like it, I think, given how much you've mentioned mackerel. That's a fish, right? So, that right there, Detective, is a fish fillet sandwich."

"I didn't know you listened when I speak." Rogers looked up at Alice, honestly touched, and for a moment she mistook the happiness in his eyes for genuine tears.

Alice rolled her eyes, continuing to munch on her sandwich. "I forgot whose turn it is."

"Mine, I couldn't focus over the roar of your empty stomach," Rogers answered, his sandwich box in hand.

He opened the box, taking fries and pouring some in the lid as he scanned the board. Tilly smirked at him as he looked over the board, before deciding to move his Knight, clearly not noticing the error in that.

He glanced up at her, meeting her gaze. "How's your sandwich?"

"Spectacular as always." She spoke as one of her last Pawn's jumped over his Knight.

Tilly reached across the board, picking up a fry from his box and tossing it into her mouth. She raised her eyebrows playfully before she snatched his piece from the board and added it to her collection.

"Was taking my Knight not enough? You had to take my fry as well?" Rogers teased, as Tilly beamed at him.

As Rogers scanned the board for his next move, his phone began to ring, causing Tilly to groan dramatically. He apologized and excused himself as he slid off of the troll, walking a far enough distance.

She smiled a close-mouthed smile anyway, glancing down to stare at her hands. She only had enough time to notice a splinter on the right side of her inner wrist, just as a rush of a mix of a strong wind and earthquake came over her.

Memories of another life invaded the blonde's mind. For one moment she was two, her father's face lit brighter than a Christmas tree as she mastered running. She could hear echoes of him calling her 'little love' in encouragement as she took off towards him. It meshed into a four-year-old staring up at him as he sang to her, then another of him attempting to teach her how to play chess at the tender age of seven. The time jumped to when she was no younger than twenty, the look on his face when they reunited after so long, and he believed her to be dead. It transitioned to the unforgettable expression when he told her, "True love can win out over so much more".

And then, a blur, and then Robin. The first time she laid an eye on her true love, holding her bow and arrow, ready to shoot in her direction. The wild-doe look in her eye transitioned to the loving and tear-filled way Robin looked at her as Alice held her face in her hand after the very last time they kissed. And then, blackness. She blinked. Alice was back.

Alice took a deep, shaky breath. Her bright eyes remained closed as she continued to breathe slowly.

"Alice?" Alice heard from a distance.

She straightened up and opened her eyes, soaking in the all-too-familiar emotional expression bestowed upon her father's face.

"Papa?" She questioned just as meekly before he slowed his apparent jog, and offered a breathless smile. "Papa!" She shouted, her grin so wide it hurt her cheeks.

Alice, rather dangerously and impulsively, threw herself off the troll before she could realize how stupid that idea was. Hands grabbed her forearms and kept a firm grip before she could land on her knees and seriously hurt herself. Alice caught her balance, grabbing hold of his jacket.

Before he could scold her, she threw her arms around his shoulders, sending him stumbling back. His fatherly instinct kicked in as a hand automatically protected the back of her head before he gained balance. He could only chuckle as he held his not-so-little girl, embracing her so tight she could barely breathe. He stroked her head with his thumb, as his eyes squeezed shut, trying his best to hold his tears back.

Hook pulled back after and took her face into both of his hands, as though she was still five. His thumbs wiped away the tears that slid down her cheeks before the sight of her crying broke him too.

"Oh, I've missed you, papa." She threw her arms around his shoulders again, pressing her forehead into his neck.

"I've always been right here, love. No curse could ever separate me from you."

Alice squeezed her eyes shut, "Likewise, papa."

She soaked in the ability to hug her papa in the land without magic; it felt as though it had been centuries. Then she remembered Robin, and she wanted nothing more in the world now than to find her.

Hook chuckled before he pulled away, stroking the side of her face.

"We should look for the others," Alice spoke.

Hook raised an eyebrow, taking in the urgent look on her face before he gave her a look. "You can say Robin, love."

Alice gave a cheeky grin, taking her father's hand before she turned and began to run excitedly towards the city, Hook forced to jog behind her.

♞ ♜

As the two walked the Seattle streets, there wasn't a familiar soul in sight, and each moment without Robin, Alice felt her heart breaking a little more.

"Alice, love, in here," Hook spoke, releasing her hand and gently taking her by the arm instead, pulling her into Roni's.

Laughter and music filled the warmly-lit bar. Dozens of people in every corner, let alone everywhere she looked. She watched Ella and Lucy approach Hook, before her eyes scanned desperately for her love once more, her heart speeding at every sight of a blonde.

"My mom told me what you did - what you sacrificed - to us keep us together," Alice overheard Lucy speak to Hook, glancing over.

Lucy held out a tiny white elephant before she glanced back at Ella and handed her the trinket. She smiled gratefully at Hook and threw her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Hook rested his arms around her, smiling as he ran his hand over the back of her head. She glanced at the door just as Zelena walked in, her heart pounding at a maddening pace as she looked for any sight of Robin behind her.

When there was none, Alice felt herself let out a shaky, disappointed breath. She moved to approach Zelena, to ask if she saw Robin or knew where she was, before hearing her name called from the opposite direction. She turned her head to see the one she desired more than any other standing no more than ten feet away. Her face fell as her heart skipped two beats, her mouth agape, and she could feel the tears sliding out of her eyes. Alice began to make her way towards Robin, the blonde moving to meet her halfway before they both ran to meet each other in the middle.

Robin let out a happy squeal as Alice nearly knocked her over. She threw her arm around her shoulders and grabbed the back of her head, her other hand sliding along Robin's neck as she pulled her lips into a passionate kiss. Robin's arms wrapped tightly around Alice, pulling her body pressed as tight to hers as possible, Alice pressing her stomach and breasts against Robin's all in the same effort, as Robin returned her wild kiss on a deeper note. Alice's hand moved from her head to her upper arm, gripping Robin's upper-arm as the kiss slowed into something softer and sweet until the kiss broke on a mutual decision, the two lovers swaying.

"Huh. Who would've thought my child would've been the tame one?" Zelena asked herself aloud. "She surely is her father's child." She added before breaking out in a pretty giggle.

Alice and Robin turned their heads as Zelena rattled on, their hands wrapped around each other's and resting in between their chests, the two breathing heavily. Alice grinned at Zelena as Robin blushed, full of embarrassment before Alice glanced at Hook, who brought a whole new meaning to pale as a ghost. He just blinked, unable to peel his stare from Alice.

"Oh, wipe that ridiculous look off your face. Our daughters are adorable!" Zelena intertwined her fingers together, her voice full of delight.

Hook glanced over at Zelena, shaking his head in disbelief at her.

"Sorry, papa." Alice smiled sheepishly, kissing where Robin's fingers folded around hers. "I couldn't help it. Look at her." Alice fixed her gaze back to Robin, staring at her lovingly.

Hook watched the two, the corner of his lips curving into an approving smile. He was just grateful his daughter had someone as fantastic as Robin truly was, whom he knew truly deserved all of his baby's time, attention and love and reciprocated every last bit of it. He knew Robin would protect his daughter and love her with every last part of her; he didn't need Robin's word for it. He was happy they found love and comfort in one another. Regina came up behind him, a glass of rum in her hand.

She pushed it into his arm, "Here, Captain, take it. It's on the house." Regina directed her gaze over to the two girl's, winking.

Alice grinned at Regina before she let out a happy laugh, her forehead resting against's Robin's temple as Robin smiled appreciatively at Regina. Alice glanced back over at Hook, who stared at her knowingly, his right eyebrow darting into his hairline as he sipped his rum slowly.

♞ ♜

As the party went on, Alice and Robin made their way to a dimly lit little corner booth of Roni's and found themselves tangled up together. They watched Hook and Henry grab a drink together and walk off somewhere to talk as Zelena, Regina, Ella, Tiana and Lucy danced to the upbeat music.

Robin showed interest in what everyone else was doing, but the only thing Alice had any interest in was the blonde in her arms. Alice turned her head back to look at Robin, studying her face and taking in every beautiful detail of it. She only felt herself fall more in love each time she looked at her.

"I love you," Alice spoke quietly, drawing Robin's attention back to her.

Robin met Alice's gaze, as she smiled and looked into Alice's light eyes. "I love you too, but I feel like you've been trying to burn a hole right through my head all night."

"Well, it's what you deserve for shooting one of your damned arrows through my heart." Alice shot back, raising her eyebrows and widening her eyes.

"Oh, Alice." Robin laughed in disbelief, "That's the best you can do?"

Alice moved her hand to her cheek, unable to stop her urge to kiss her, pulling her lips into a sweet kiss. As she pulled away, she bumped her nose into Robin's, resting her forehead against hers.

"I missed you, Rabbit," Robin whispered.

"I missed you most," Alice smiled, kissing her forehead, as her thumb brushed along her soft skin. "Pistachio." The two burst into giggles.

"Why I ever fell in love with you." Robin laughed in disbelief, shaking her head as Alice cuddled into her.

#knightrook #alice x robin #knightrook ff #alice jones #robin mills #mad archer #rabbit bow #whatever you want to call them #fanfic #maddie fanfic #alice x robin ff #white knight blonde archer

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huffleporg · 6 years

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Poll for you peeps

Would you rather have a short chapter update or wait for a longer chapter update?

With Rookland I’m about at a place where I could post a chapter, though it’s about half the content that I originally wanted to include. But since it’s been so long and ouat is ending, I kinda want to post the next half chapter as a chapter by itself. Even if it means delaying meeting Robin.

What is your advice?

#ouat fanfic #knightrook #curious archer #season seven #morgan writes #ouat

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priscilla9993 · 2 years

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Going on with his day, Rogers washed his hand with the hose, the last of the red food coloring from the cake swimming into the sewer drain. The bin, considered clean enough by Rogers’s standards, was put back next to the attending officer’s desk, a plastic bag neatly put in to prevent future inconveniences. He clocked out for lunch and headed to the nearby cafe, ready to order his trusty ham and cheese croissant with a cup of tea to go with, when a toy store he’d always passed without a second glance caught his eye.

In the shop window were a bunch of classic games, ranging from Connect 4, backgammon, checkers, and jenga. But that’s not what caught his attention. In the store front was a small opened briefcase, some chess pieces set up ready to move and some scattered in disarray in its storage. Left half set up as if the player couldn’t decide whether they wanted to play or put it away, he was reminded of Tilly, the fond way she said, “Things are always more fun when you start in the middle.” She confused and amused him with her riddles and way of looking at the world with more passion than he’d ever held in the tip of his finger. He clenched his jaw as he urged his thoughts to stop. The blonde informant had disappointed him deeply, going as far to even lie to him about Eloise, dead of all things. As much as he wanted to forgive her, his last memory of her being so apologetic and sorrowful, he didn’t know if he could.

Rogers was a man of many things, holding grudges being one of them and being rational in the other. His fists closed, filling up with tension, he thought of what transpired. Tilly had been nothing but willingly helpful to his case, bringing him more joy than he’d known in a while as if they were meant to be friends. The only moment she hadn’t been was under Weaver’s thumb, someone she had known and trusted more than anyone; it seemed as he never saw her with anyone else. People came and went from the older detective’s team and informants didn’t become such unless they had a special skill set or blackmail hanging over them. If anything, she wasn’t to blame, Weaver, the traitorous partner of theirs was.

“How could I have been so stupid?!” he shouted, putting his weight on his hand on a lamp post as he stopped his pacing, not caring who was looking his way.

Roni was right. People like Tilly wouldn’t let themselves be used like pawns if they didn’t have any other option. The young woman had even been brave enough to try and apologize to him in person after what she did, showing up to the crime scene, and he hadn’t even given what she had said a second thought. Weaver probably didn’t even give her the entire picture and used her good intentions in an ill manner befitting the man’s deceitful ways, leading her to think it was for the best. If he was going to make things right and reach out to her, probably for looking like an asshole in her eyes, he might as well bring a gift.

He walked into the toy store, the bell chiming his entrance. “I was wondering if I could get the chess set in your window.”

The old shop owner adjusted his glasses. “Oh, I never thought I’d hear that! Most people have been coming in for Pokemon cards, train sets, Hot Wheels and checkers.” He rushed over to the window with joy and grabbed the board over, packing all the pieces nicely into the game’s tiny suitcase. “Do you play it or are you learning to? This is a great set to start with, carved with care. If you want something more compact though, we have a miniature set with pieces that can be magnetized to the board,” the elderly shopkeep rambled. “This is the one I want,” Rogers assured him. “I’m buying it for a friend. I’ve always liked the game but have had no one to play with.” “I see. Well, I hope you two can have a fantastic time with it. Nothing like a witty competition to get the heart pumping!” he said ecstatic, ringing up the total. “It will be $30.” Rogers’s heart jumped at the price. He knew it’d be a pretty penny but he hadn’t bought anything so expensive in a long time, let alone a toy. However, he was relieved, knowing Tilly would appreciate it, even if they never play with it together, depending on if she never wanted to see his face again. She could use a new set considering the last time he visited her place, if you could call a storage container that. The young woman had a chess set made entirely of different sets, probably gathered anywhere she could find. He finalized the purchase and left, holding a paper bag with the game in hand.

#leaving this here #i'm proud of this #knightrook #Detective Rogers #tilly #detective weaver (derogatory)#an excerpt from my fanfic #ouat fanfic #listed on AO3 as Unclear Horizons

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A Jones Family Christmas :: Knightrook/Frozen Jewel AU Ficlet

Just a little bit of fanart and accompanying ficlet for a good friend of mine, @hollyethecurious - because she cannot wait 25 more days, i am posting this now ;)

“Papa! Look!” Alice screeched, her tiny, mitten covered hand pointing in front of them. Her other hand gripped onto Killian’s so hard he wasn’t sure if she was shaking with excitement or from the cold.

Killian followed her direction and smiled, his brother standing in front of both of them at the edge of the lake. He had a camera in his hand and a grin on his face.

“Uncle Liam!” Alice called out and Killian had to hold her steady on the ice when she tried to jump up and down.

“Petal” Liam called back, his niece giggling at her father’s side when her uncle used her pet name.

“You were not supposed to be home until after December,” Killian gasped, reaching the edge of the ice and skidding to a halt. “Did the Navy finally see sense and discharge you?”

Liam growled playfully as he hoisted Alice into his arms, catching her when she threatened to fall because of her ice skates. He buried his face in her neck, pretending to gobble her up like the monster she always made him out to be. Alice shrieked, her infectious laughter intoxicating to both her uncle and her father who began to chuckle with her.

“Compassionate leave,” Liam grinned, giving his brother a wink. He bumped Alice on his hip, mindful of the sharp edge of her skates as he rocked her back and forth whilst pulling funny faces. He dipped her and Alice clutched to his arms, letting her head fall back and the bobble of her hat touch the snow on the ground. When her face went completely red, Liam righted her again and pressed his chilled lips to her rosy cherub cheeks.

“Are you staying with us for Christmas?” Alice asked him innocently, patting the sides of his lightly stubbled face with her mittens.

“Perhaps,” Liam looked to Killian.

“We have carrots for the reindeer,” Alice nodded firmly.

“Oh, you do?” Liam feigned surprise and Killian laughed. For a man with no children of his own, Liam sure knew how to entertain a young one.

Alice nodded again, the heavy bobble on her hat tipping it forward over her eyes. Liam lifted her hat a little, pushing it back away from her face and pulling the sides down over her little ears.

“You know you are welcome anytime, brother,” Killian clapped his hand to Liam’s shoulder and smiled warmly. “Will Elsa be joining us?”

“About that,” Liam began and let Alice slide down his side until she was firmly set back on the snow covered ground beside them.

“Aunt Elsa!” Alice screeched again, gasping in excitement and clutching Killian’s jeans. Killian looked beyond Liam and saw his sister in law clutching a small blue blanket in her arms, a proud smile on her face.

“Is there room for three?” Liam grin slyly. “It seems being immediately deployed to sea for ten months right after your wedding night can yield a few surprises upon your return.”

“Congratulations!” Killian beamed, grabbing Liam by the hand and shaking it firmly. “I’m pleased for you. Both of you.”

“Thank you, brother,” Liam smiled warmly, hanging onto Killian’s gloved hand longer than he needed to. “I have a son,” he breathed proudly.

“Merry Christmas!” Alice shouted between them and when they looked down at her she was waving to Elsa.

Killian looked up at Liam once more, stroking a hand over Alice’s hat covered head. “Aye, lass, Merry Christmas.”

#christmas au #knightrook #frozen jewel #fanart for fanfic

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lassluna · 5 years

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Let the Stars Remind You (15/20)

AN: The end is in sight! Thank you all for the wonderful comments on this monster of a piece, it means the world to me. I'm so excited to post this chapter.

Ao3 FFn

The girl, Robin, comes back the next day, or what Killian assumes is the next day. Without the light of the window it becomes increasingly more difficult to tell time in Eloise’s dungeon.

She comes back with a small collection of things, pieces of metal mostly, along with some utensils and small tools. “These things are used to pick locks.” The girl says proudly.

It’s a worthy plan Killian agrees, but there proves to be a rather significant problem.

“There’s no lock on the door.” he points out, feeling the smooth metal of the door, there isn’t a blemish to be had. He’d spent several hours contemplating that exact plan. He sees the pride drain from the young girl’s face.

“What about the hinges?” Robin asks. There also appears to be no hinges. It’s as if the metal bars appeared in the wall with no intention of ever releasing their prisoner.

(A thought Killian wouldn’t put past Eloise.)

The girl releases a heavy sigh sinking to the floor cross legged, her arms folded tightly. “This is going to be harder than I thought.” She concluded.

“Aye, but I appreciate the help Miss Mills.” He addresses. The girl rolls her eyes.

“Robin. It’s Robin.” Robin insists as she starts nervously running fingers through her hair.

“Alright Robin. What exactly led you to be here of all places, you obviously haven't bought into their spiel.” he notices, her being younger it surprises him. He’d expect this type of resilience from someone older. “You’re mother isn’t one of them is she?” He asks.

The girl laughs. “No way. My mom would rather die than be here. Honestly Gothel tried to get my mom here, but she doesn’t exactly like being told what to do.” He can see the girl grin at the mention of her mother. “Once my mom finds out I’m here she’s going to kill Gothel, and then probably me. But that’s fine.” She insists. “Because then I get to go home.”

“Then how did you end up here?” Killian asks. This makes her uncomfortable, makes her fingers twirl through her hair faster.

“I um...maybe I bought into a little of their crap. I thought...well she promised me something...but then went back on it. She actually laughed in my face about it and now won’t let me go home...” She says trailing off. “I really want to go home.”

He believed her, and he swore he’d get her there. Eloise was not going to separate anymore children from their families. But he didn’t exactly know how to go about doing that.

“Do you know how to play cards?” Robin blurts out. He’s taken a back.

“Cards?” He repeats. She nods.

“You know like poker?” He gives her a strange look, this is the last thing he’s expecting.

“You look a little young for gambling lass.”

“My Dad played poker, he was a professional.” She says proudly. “But he didn’t get to teach me...”

“I know how to play, but I’m not too sure if I should be teaching you if your Mom doesn’t want you learning.”

“We are in an evil witch’s cult dungeon” she deadpans. “I don’t think it could get much worse.”

Well she was right about that.

“Alright lass, divide those pieces evenly and we’ll get started.” he says sitting as close to the bars as possible. “I’ll make sure we have a full deck.”

They were missing four cards, but that had never stopped him before. He used to make up odd rule changes when he and Alice were missing pieces to their games and here was no different. After a few hours of playing with Robin they decided to call it a day and Robin disappeared again, promising to come back tomorrow.

She did.

Sometimes they’d play cards, other times she’d ask about random things, how sports worked, why cars were noisy; how to start a fire out of wood.

He tried to teach her chess once but she grew rather bored quickly.

Sometimes she’d come for a few minutes telling him about what Eloise would do: Like when she got so angry she yelled at a woman named Elsa and made the woman cry.

Other times Robin bitterly wanted to pretend they were anywhere else. So he agreed and he pretended they were having a tea party. Robin thought it was stupid at first, but Killian did eventually get her to talk to ‘Mr. Rabbit’. It made Robin laugh so he counted it as a win.

Somehow, however, she never came down when Eloise or whoever else brings him his daily food was here. Killian knew it was only a matter of time before their alliance was caught.

Eloise still taunted them, but they seemed to lose their bite now that she wasn’t his only source of contact from the world above. He tried to pretend otherwise, to protect Robin from being discovered. If Robin was caught and punished because of him, Killian didn’t know if he could live with himself.

“What do they say about Alice and I?” He asks one day staring up at the ceiling as Robin counts the collection of things she brought down that morning. “They have to have some explanation for keeping a man in the dungeon.”

There’s a pause.

“They say you kidnapped her. That you want to use her for her magic, that you brainwashed her.” He looks up at her. “Apparently Eloise had some sort of vision about the Guardian being her daughter and being able to tame the darkest magic ever.” Robin rambles. “I think she’s just a twat.”

Killian chuckles.

“What really did happen?” Robin asks softly.

“Alice is my daughter, my flesh and blood, but Eloise is her mother. Her mother who abandoned her.” He can see the surprise on her face. Eloise, who claims to be everyone’s mother around here, had abandoned her own flesh and blood. “Eloise thought that Alice was born without magic so she had no need of her. Trust me when I tell you that the only reason she wants you here, is because she sees some use for you, otherwise she’ll throw you away.”

Robin nods, allowing him to continue.

“She tried to enter Alice’s life again, and then kidnapped her from her school and proceeded try and to take her magic from her.”

“Take her magic?” Robin repeats. “She can’t do that!” Killian nods.

“Alice however...well I’m not too sure how she failed, all I know was that Alice screamed and everything shattered, she broke the spell and we ran. We ran to try and go to the police, but well they didn’t believe us, worse, she made them think I kidnapped her.” He shakes his head at the memory, of the teachers recounting a story that never happened, his employees talking about his alcohol consumption, all lies. The only person unaffected was his partner Weaver and his wife, who told him to take Alice and run, Alice who was too scared to leave the house, begging him to not let the bad people turn her into a tree. Weaver told him he’d sort everything out, told him to call Liam and then get out of town. “So we ran until she found us.”

They were quiet for a bit until Robin piped up.

“They haven’t found her.” She says. “If that makes you feel better. Gothel is pissed and biting everyone’s head off, so they haven’t found her.” It did make things better.

“What’s home like for you?” He asks. The girl shrugs.

“Do you have friends. “ She nods. “Do you do any sports?” Another nod. “What does your mom do?”

“Exercise…she runs a small gym in town, does exercise classes and basically does anything to be home.” The girl crosses her arms. “So I do a bunch of after school stuff, usually Aunt Regina comes to get me…”She trails off. “Whenever Mom is home with Aunt Regina they fight, like all the time, about me…”

He watches her get tenser with every word. “They stop when I’m in the room, but it’s always so tense when they’re both there, and Regina is always home with us, sometimes I wish she wouldn’t spend so much time there, but then I’d be alone…” Robin huffs out. “I wanted to run away, but maybe I just wanted to see my mom come get me…for once.”

He wishes he could hug her, he wishes he could tell this young girl, this girl who reminds him so much of Alice some days that her mother loves her, that she is coming to save her.

“She’s coming Robin, you have to believe that.”

“Oh I know. I just wish it wouldn’t take so long. I used to get bully by this kid Jim last year, he would always try to cut my hair on the playground, so one day I had enough, one thing my mom taught me is that if you put up with crap, people will treat you like crap.” He narrows a glance at her.

“You use such terrible language for your age, did you know that?”

Robin rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue. “You are such a dad.” She says. “Anyway, I lured him up to the top of the castle and pushed the bloody git down the slide.” She says in triumph. “He didn’t mess with me again.”

“You are a very scary 6 year old.”

“I’m 7!”

“You are an equally scary 7 year old.”

“Can you stop interrupting? Well Mrs. Nolan saw me and well called my mom, she want crazy defending me, because she knows I wouldn’t push someone down the slide unless they deserved it, scared Jim’s parents, the principle and my teacher, it was great. When my mom gets here, Gothel will be afraid because my mom is a force to be reckon with.” Robin smiles proudly. “When my mom gets here, she’ll put the fear of God in all of them.”

He believes her.

Then one day, at the end of the third week into his stay. Robin comes bounding in with a bright look on her face.

“I have an idea! I cannot believe I didn’t think about this earlier!” She exclaims practically jumping from foot to foot. “The only way to fight magic is magic after all!”

He laughs at her antics. “Come on Robin spit it out.”

“What if I can magic the wall away?” She asks. It catches him by surprise.

“You have magic?”

He knew she did, knew that Eloise would have no interest in a girl with no magic, but he’d yet to hear her talk about it in the slightest.

She shrugs. “Kinda.” She reaches into her pocket to produce an apple. “I can make this do what I want.”

“Do what you want?” He repeats.

“I’m going to throw this over there.” She points at the staircase leading to freedom. “It’s going to bounce off a bunch of things and you’re going to catch it.” She says it with such certainty that when she does as she claims, it leaves him stunned. It was nothing like Alice’s brand of magic.

“My mom and Aunt think its magic, I’ve always been able to just make things work for me. They say my dad could do things like that too...” She shakes her head. “But it’s all I can really do? I’ve tried to do more but it mostly blows up in my face...” She says trailing off. “It’s like Luck magic. Gothel says everyone has a different brand of magic, Elsa has ice, Gretel has candy, she has nature…” Robin says trailing off.

He gives her a gentle smile, hoping she could get back on topic. “But I think if I practice enough maybe I can make the wall disappear!” She says happily. “Then we can escape!”

He nods. “Alright lass, give it a try.”

She does, she stands firm, hands outstretched, eyes closed. Killian watches with baited breathe, but after a few moments he realizes that nothing is happening.

Robin however doesn’t give up; her face is scrunched this time as she obviously is trying to concentrate harder.

“Lass?” he asks gently.

“It’ll work!”

After a few more moments, Robin sighs in defeats and plops down, folding her knees in her arms. “I just don’t understand. Gothel said she’d help me make it work, but she hasn’t helped me at all. Ever since she got me to this stupid place she’s been doing nothing and I hate it! I hate it hate it!” She started ranting. Killian presses against the bars, wanting to comfort the child but he can’t.

“I just want to go home!” She cries, tears welling up in her eyes, making the young girl look ever so young.

“Oh but you are home darling.”

He sees all the color drain from the girls face as she jolts away from the voice, closer to the bars.

A smirk is painted on Eloise’s face as the girl cowers.

“This-This isn’t my home!” Robin snaps once she’s got her words back. “I want to go home! I want my mom.” Eloise just chuckles.

“Now now, is he putting thoughts in your head Robin?” She chastises. “Perhaps it’s time we all sat down and talked about it.” She says ad flicks her wrist.

Killian stumbles as he lands, mind disoriented, just like the first time Alice did that trick.

They’re no longer in a dungeon, but in her living room at her table.

(He remembers drinking at that table, throwing that table, cooking food at that table that she’d shove down the garbage disposal without even tasting it. He remembers too many things in this place.)

It’s spread out with teacups filled with tea, biscuits and sweets along with milk and sugar. It appears to him that Eloise has prepared them an actual tea party.

Killian had no doubt it was a trick.

“Stay behind me Robin.” He instructed. Robin nods in agreement.

“I hate tea.” She mutters under her breathe.

“I won’t repeat myself.” Eloise says in a dangerous tone. “Sit down.”

He feels Robin shift from behind him. “But didn’t you just repeat yourself?”

He hides her from view knowing full well Eloise wouldn’t take too kindly for her sass.

“Alright we’ll play your games. But I promise you, you’re not laying a single hand on this child.”

She rolls her eyes as he complies. “Like you’ve ever been able to stop me before.” She muses as he does as asked, Robin sits across from Eloise as he takes the spot besides her.

“You can’t lay a hand on me.” He reminds her.

“I’m well aware that you are under protection.” Eloise says with an eye roll. “Perhaps I just want to treat you to something nice, is that so wrong? Doing something nice?”

He doesn’t trust that smirk for a single instant.

“Fine Eloise, do something nice, let Robin go home. She doesn’t want to be here.” He insists.

She shrugs. “Trust me, if you knew her mother, you’d think me mother of the year.” She snickers. That makes Robin perk up.

“Hey, you don’t get to talk about my mom like that!” She says, standing up. “She tries her best.”

He places a hand on Robin’s shoulder. “She’s trying to bait you.” He says, taking a sip of the tea.

“Let me go back to Alice, be a god damn mother for once in your life and want what’s best for her!”

“I am what’s best for her!” Eloise snaps, slamming her cup on the table. It makes Robin jump. “I am her mother, she belongs with me. Her power belongs to me.”

“And that’s why you’ll never get it.” He declares. “Because Alice is special, she is pure and selfless and nothing like you.”

“So she’s like you is she?” Eloise prods. “Prove it. Prove you deserve Alice, prove you’re better than me.”

He doesn’t like the sound of this.

“You and I are going to play a little game Killian, winner take all.”

Tagging: @hollyethecurious @therookshiningthrough @branlovestowrite @celestial-fire-writer @winterbaby89 @kmomof4

#let the stars remind you #gothel #Captain Swan #knightrook ff #knightrook fanfic

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darkcolinodonorgasm · 5 years

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Guide her with your grace to a place where she’ll be safe (6/6)

A/N: Oh my god I’ve finally finished this. I’m actually so emotional right now. I’m so so grateful for each one of you who liked this story and stopped by to comment on it.

I have to say, when I started this story, I didn’t know I would fall in love with the idea of Alice being Emma and Killian’s daughter more than I already was. Useless polemics probably fueled that love, but just the thought of them did it already. I love them so much.

I’m sad this has come to an end but this is the ending I’ve been planning since the very beginning and I hope you like it, too.

Thank you again for every kudos, like, reblog, comment you left, it’s been a wonderful, amazing and bloody brilliant ride.

(Ah, there’s a brief mention of magical changing of ladyparts, but nothing explicit, just a few sentences. Just a warning since I bet it’s not everyone cup of tea).

Thank you ♥

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To say the palace was upside down would be an understatement: it was hell. But it was better to not tell Emma so. It would just stress her even more, and Killian couldn’t have that. It would only make things worse.

Lately, every little thing he did could irk her, even when he wanted to help. It wasn’t her fault, not really, she just wanted everything to be perfect and she just wanted to be a good mother, as if she wasn’t already. Alas, there was a silent competition going on with Snow, something Killian did understand, but always tried to sway Emma from. It wasn’t healthy, not for her, and not for her relationship with her mother.

Their scarred bond hadn’t been an easy one to mend, and after almost two years, they were still a tad wary of each other. At first, he and David had tried to speak to them, although what Emma needed was usually comfort when Snow needed to just back off and let her daughter be free to do whatever she wanted with her own life, protocol be damned.

If Emma wanted to marry a pirate, so be it, said pirate had demonstrated more than just a few times to be worthy of her and her love. Not that Killian actually waited for the Queen’s permission to get down on one knee in front of Emma in Arendelle where, thanks to Elsa, there were ice crystal fairies dancing around them, snowflakes falling and music coming from inside the castle, a waltz, more specifically. Not to mention, Killian had asked Elsa to build an ice gazebo in the snowy garden.

Surprisingly, Killian and Elsa had become fast friends, while it wasn’t as surprising that Anna and Alice spent their days chatting pretty much about everything. Both Emma and Killian had a soft spot for Anna, both of them knowing what it meant to grow up alone, no matter if you had people all around you, nothing mattered if your family wasn’t around.

To say Emma had been in awe of the atmosphere Elsa had created for them would be a euphemism. It had been the exact effect Killian had wanted and the exact reaction he’d hoped for. They’d danced, slowly, with one of Emma’s hands carefully enveloped in Killian’s while the other had found its way onto his back, between his deep blue velvet vest and the long leather coat, trying to steal his body heat.

And of course, he’d not been able to wait until the fireworks started to propose, because Emma’s sneaky hand had found the ring hidden in one of his coat’s hidden inside pockets. There’d always been a little pirate in her.

So Killian had chuckled, kissing Emma senseless as he managed to gently pry her fingers out from inside his coat, taking the ring himself and dropping down onto one knee. Emma was nodding even before he even spoke a word.

The wedding had been a huge affair, and more than once Snow had tried to step into the preparations and force her opinion on the matter, but they’d managed to dissuade her and have the wedding of their dreams – or, rather, the wedding neither of them had ever dreamed they would have.

It had been wonderful, bloody protocol demanding they had the wedding in the castle – which they did, of course, after the late night ceremony on the Jolly, only the crew, Emma’s parents and Alice the only witnesses out at sea, not too far away from the castle, just enough for Alice to fill the space around the ship with floating lights.

They had exchanged their vows in front of their family, Emma’s dress a simple white dress with jewelled golden designs, lace sleeves that ended just past her elbows, her curls let loose down her back, a flowers crown Alice had handcrafted on her head. From his part, Killian had decided to damn the protocol, he would wear what they wanted him to the next morning, and wore his best pirate garments: comfortable leather pants, a black shirt and his signature – and favourite – red and black vest. His long coat completed his attire, at his lobe, instead of his usual earrings, was a stone Alice had picked up in Wonderland, one that matched the one mounted into Emma’s necklace and one of Alice’s rings. It shouldn’t have surprised Killian that his daughter had somehow managed to find the Eye of the Storm, the same gem that had allowed him and Liam to enrol into the Navy, the same gem Killian had stolen and thrown into the sea once again after he’d stained it with the corrupted King’s blood.

After being pronounced man and wife by David himself, they had danced almost all night long, coming back to the castle in time to sleep – or, in case of the two newlyweds, in time for more enjoyable activities and a bit of rest, they couldn’t show up at their wedding completely unrested – Emma’s dress a bit more covering and formal and Killian in a dark navy royal coat, dark pants and black boots, his cutlass at his side. He got to keep the hook, which had caused another fight with Snow, only the knowledge that he would show up with it on anyway put a damper on her plans. Besides, it wasn’t as if other royals didn’t know about who he was, they’d never lied, and though there’d been a scandal, after meeting Killian, many rulers had been fascinated with him, his manner and, particularly, his mind. He was a great strategist, his knowledge of the military forces and tactics along with his shrewdness and ability with weapons were admired. Killian was admired: after a while, he wasn’t the man behind the moniker anymore, he was just the man he’d always wanted to be. Not that he needed to be anything more when he had Emma and Alice’s love.

But they weren’t the only one to have Alice’s love.

It hadn’t surprised him that her love was a lady love, nor Emma, who always supported Alice in her every decision. Snow, however, had fainted. David hadn’t, but it had been a close thing.

Council members had been opposed to Alice and Robin’s union, which had Emma stay up all night long to search through al the laws of the kingdom for a law that prohibited a marriage between people of the same sex. Killian helped her, unbeknownst to Alice and Robin, and the following morning, just after dawn, all the advisors had a crow carrying them a copy of the article of Misthaven’s law that allowed rulers to marry a person of the same sex, adding at the end that the fact that it never happened didn’t change the law.

It didn’t stop there.

If there was something advisors just loved to stress Emma with was succession. Although their relationship had been mended and kept fortifying, having another child was something they usually avoided talking about, with Emma taking precautions so she wouldn’t get pregnant again, the fear of some other evil witch shoving up and taking away her son or daughter again too strong. It wasn’t completely irrational, Killian still feared Gothel would show up and ruin their happy ending even though they know she was dead. Even after all this time, Emma would wake up screaming for Killian or Alice or her parents, even, and Killian would still wake up with his heart pounding in fear Emma wouldn’t be anywhere to be found.

They’d talked about succession with Alice, Emma wanting her daughter to be Queen one day if she so desired – which Alice did, actually, probably due to her grandmother’s snarky remarks about her being a “free spirit”. Alice didn’t like it at all.

However, Alice loving Robin had ruffled feathers, the council wanting a decree stating Alice would abdicate in favour of another of Emma’s children, otherwise the throne would go to the next in line of succession after her. That had Emma hole up in the library for almost a whole week, sending out a pigeon to Elsa, searching for assistance in spells which… managed to, uh, change a lady’s reproductive organs and after Killian had stumbled upon the three girls discussing it in the library he’d not been able to look his daughter and Robin in the eyes for almost a month, the tips of his ears constantly as red as tomatoes.

The only answer the council got was a declaration signed by Alice that she would one day have children – well, she, or Robin, or both – along with an explanation of how the spell worked. The advisors weren’t still able to look Alice nor Robin in the eyes either. Gods, Killian loved his wife’s brilliant mind.

It was around that time that Alice started to eye Emma suspiciously, always making sure she ate enough and healthy, dealing with the advisors herself to reduce Emma’s stress.

In all honesty, it didn’t become clear to Killian until Emma started to sleep more than usual and retch whatever she ate every morning a couple of months later. And every afternoon. And even in the evening.

Killian had not asked confirmation to Alice: although she totally knew, it still was a discussion he and Emma needed to face alone. They were in bed, Emma’s back pressed against Killian’s chest under an insane amount of blankets, treating it as if it was an illness that affected her stomach. Oh, it affects her stomach alright.

«Emma,» Killian had started, hesitantly, «I know you are meticulously careful with your tea, but… Love, are you sure you took it every day while researching for, ah, uh…» If there was something that flustered Killian, it was talking about his daughter’s sexual life.

«What do you mean?»

Not knowing how to continue the discussion, he’d just slipped his hand down her arm and over her stomach, spreading his fingers over the shirt she was wearing, a shirt that belonged to him.

Emma had stiffened the moment she’d realized what he meant, something she’d actually considered, tears spilling easily from her eyes. «I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,» she’d started to stammer, trying to pull herself away from him, at which Killian had tightened his arms around her and soothed her whispering words of love, saying it wasn’t her fault at all and that he wasn’t angry. How could he be?

«I love you so much, Emma, and I know we haven’t exactly talked about this, but I can’t help but loving the life that’s growing inside you already.» Killian had dried off her tears, kissing every inch of her face until she had calmed down. «Unless you don’t want it.»

A sharp intake of breath had her shaking her head. «No, Killian, I-I could never.» Pushing herself onto her knees between his legs and cupping his face reverently, she’d smiled timidly. They knew they could tell each other anything, it was how they overcame everything, by sticking together and communicating. «I wanted to wait until after the wedding, I wanted this to be about Alice, and perhaps it wouldn’t scare me as much as it does now and I would’ve tried to convince you because I thought you didn’t want to, but if, well, I think Alice keeps confirming this more and more every day, but, well, I want another child with you. A second chance.»

And a second chance they got. And, well, a third one.

«Finally! Finally I can break the silence about my little brothers.»

Alice’s words had made Emma spit out the ginger tea she was drinking.

Apparently, just as she knew about many other things for reasons no one could explain, Alice had known about Emma’s pregnancy all along, and not only about that, but that she was also expecting twins, two boys.

Which led to today, the royal wedding day.

Emma was six months pregnant, her back hurting and her feet swollen, but she kept carrying on, ignoring the pain and instructing maids and servants around, refreshing the flowers with her magic. At least they hadn’t exploded. This time. The twins made her magic a little bit wonky.

Killian lifted his head as she entered Alice’s bedchambers, or rather, marched inside, cheeks flushed but eyes sparkling and a bright smile on her lips. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes filling with tears at the sight of Alice in her wedding gown. It wasn’t a conventional one, and that was why they all loved it: it was so Alice. Besides, it had been the Hatter to design it, a wonderful piece of work with a turquoise corset and a skirt made out of blue, red and white tulle. It would be a shock for the guests, but Emma had stopped to care about them a long time ago, while Killian never had. Pirate.

«You are… wonderful,» Emma breathed, hugging her daughter tightly, cupping the back of her head.

«Thank you, Mama,» Alice murmured, hugging her back. Just like Emma had on her unofficial wedding, Alice had decided to keep her hair loose in soft blonde waves.

Emma bit her lip. «I shouldn’t- I don’t know why I’m so emotional, it’s probably because sometimes I think of you as a thirteen-year-old young girl and now you’re getting married.» Hormones, that would totally be blamed on the hormones. Killian shared the sentiment, though, he too felt emotional at the thought of his daughter marrying.

Alice laughed softly at that, kissing her mother on the cheek. «That’s not crazy at all, Mama,» she reassured her, wrapping her in a tighter hug, careful of her sore breasts and bump. She chuckled when her fingers brushed Emma’s stomach. «They’re a bit too happy, aren’t they?»

Killian quirked a brow, finishing adjusting his turquoise vest, another of Jefferson’s creations, along with Emma’s gown, a high waisted light blue silk dress with white tulle sleeves and deep red roses wrapping just under her breasts to match the ones at the base of Alice’s corset. Jefferson had also managed to provide Emma with a wonderful pair of flat and comfortable shoes. She felt in heaven.

«Are you alright, darling?» he asked, stepping towards them and placing a calming had onto Emma’s stomach. In the same moment, one of the babes gave a kick, making Emma moan.

«I might have to cut off your hand and take it pressed there until they’re born. How is it that every time you touch my belly they bloody salute you and then go back to sleep or whatever?»

Killian chuckled, pressing his lips to the apple of her cheek. «I’d gladly cut it off myself if it served to ease your pain.»

«Such a gentleman,» Emma mused, relaxing against him, the hand that hadn’t circled his waist occupied to twirl one of Alice’s locks. «Robin wanted me to tell you she loves you and to give you this.» From one of the hidden pockets Jefferson had stitched into the skirt, Emma produced a letter she handed to Alice with a wide smile.

Her daughter squealed, grabbing the letter and, with a last kiss to her mother’s cheek, she sat down on the bed to read her love’s letter.

Deciding to give their daughter a few moments of privacy, Killian led Emma to the rocking chair near the balcony, the breeze coming in from the open windows carrying in a calming scent, something that was incredibly better than the ones swirling around in the kitchens.

Once sat down, Emma groaned, massaging her swollen belly and earning a kick from one of the kids. «I swear, if they are not good swimmers I’m going to drown you,» she hissed, making an effort to glare at Killian.

He had to bit his lips to stop himself from chuckling. However, he couldn’t stop his eyebrows from wiggling. «Of course, love, drown their father, then I guess they will never become such good swimmers.»

Emma groaned, blushing. «You will never make me forget I almost drowned the first time I tried to swim, won’t you?»

It had been shortly after their reunion, when Emma wanted to try as many things as she could that she’d missed while growing up, like swimming. They’d brought the Jolly out, just the two of them, and Emma had just divested to her undergarments in front of him and jumped into the chilly waters. Careless but free, that was how Emma was, and she didn’t care that she’d been about to drown, she was free. And in need of Killian’s help, but still free.

«Never, my love,» he smiled, kissing the top of her head, careful not to touch the tiara, the family heirloom one her mother had given her for her wedding. Alice had decided on a flower crown instead, so Emma had Jefferson bring some rare flowers from Wonderland, which Emma had intertwined with some of Elsa’s ice flowers and middlemists, creating a flower crown just Alice had done for her.

Emma smiled, patting his cheek lovingly, then caressing his scruff. «What about you, my love? Are you ready to give your daughter away with me and celebrate her wedding?»

Being the untraditional family they were, both Robin and Alice had asked Killian, mostly as Captain than Prince Consort, to marry them. Killian might have cried that night. He definitely did.

Killian kneeled next to her. «I’m completely, utterly terrified, yet…»

«Yet you wouldn’t want anyone else to officiate it,» Emma concluded for him, carding her fingers through his silky locks. His hair was a bit too long, now she didn’t complain, she liked it that way: not only it gave him a wilder appearance, but, well, during sex, she just loved to pull on it. At the thought, she felt warmth rush through her veins. Though she could blame tears on her hormones, being so weirdly attracted to her husband wasn’t a side effect of her pregnancy.

Before Killian could tease her about her flushed cheeks and that glint in her eyes, Alice squealed in delight, jumping off the bed and twirling around, her laugh causing her parents to look at her and laugh too.

«I’m getting married to the most wonderful, amazing, bloody brilliant person in all the realms!» Alice squealed, her sparkling blue eyes falling on them. «Aside from you two, of course. Well, you four.»

Killian and Emma laughed softly at her excitement, neither of them believing their daughter was about to get married. Oh, how they loved her, more than they could put into words.

After a quick glance to the pocket watch buried in the other pocket – gods, Emma loved that dress, she might even commission Jefferson a whole wardrobe and ask him to provide her with more shoes like the ones she was wearing – Emma hurried Alice to the vanity, brushing her hair again, securing then the flower crown upon her head. There was no veil, neither for Robin, there were just things they both loved. Along, unfortunately, with emissaries of several different kingdoms, but they could easily be ignored. Snow would care about that, along with David. Well, David would basically take care of Snow, lest she said something she would regret.

«Are you ready, Starfish?» Killian asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Alice rolled her eyes, smiling. «Of course I am, Papa. I’m more than ready, I can’t wait to marry Robin. I love her, just you love Mama. Getting married to her today is something I’ve dreamed for a long time. And thanks to you and Mama, everything is going to be perfect. And Aunt Elsa and Jefferson, of course, but you understand what I mean. You always have.»

Killian nodded, his heart full at his daughter’s words. Just like her mother, Alice wasn’t exactly good with words, her ramblings probably a result of her time in Wonderland, but he didn’t care, it was so Alice he couldn’t help but love that aspect of her because he couldn’t help but love every aspect of her.

With a kiss on her forehead – and more kisses peppered across her face, like he did when she was just a little girl – Killian offered her his arm, followed by Emma.

Together, the three of them walked towards the garden where a new gazebo had been erected, wildflowers wrapping around the white marble columns. Robin was already there, her auburn hair styled into a braid, a matching flower crown on her head.

After meeting her, Emma had somehow adopted Robin, treating her like a daughter and providing her with everything she needed. Despite the initial disappointment, Snow had started to have a soft spot for Robin, too, bonding over their ability with a bow and arrows. Secretly, Emma was glad her mother had come to approve about their love. It probably helped that her Aunt Red had found a lady love for herself in Oz.

Jefferson had designed a bit more sober gown for Robin, long hanging sleeves with a low neckline that showed off her shoulders, embellished with golden embroideries on the bodice and along the hem of the skirt. Emma knew that, beneath it, she was wearing her trusted boots, somehow matching Alice’s booties, inspired by the ones people wear in the other Alice’s realm.

And so they gave her away, Emma crying almost the whole time as she watched her husband marry their daughter and her true love, her heart on the point of bursting as she witnessed the two young girls express their love to one another, reciting vows they would honour for as long as they both would live.

Later, very much later, well into the night, Emma was swaying in Killian’s arms, the belly bump between them making it a bit difficult for Emma to rest her cheek onto Killian’s shoulder but they found a way, his own cheek pressed on her head.

They were watching Alice and Robin twirl around the dancefloor, laughing and kissing and rushing to where the cake was to steal a few bites before sneaking between the guests and keeping dancing. Knowing them, they would probably go on all night long.

«You know, my mother might be incredibly uptight and hell to deal with, but I’m glad she used to sing to me,» Emma whispered, tilting her head back to look Killian in the eyes. «You granted my prayer, Killian, especially when I wasn’t there for the two of you. You were my eyes even though I could see her, you helped her to be wise and grow into the woman she is now, and what a wonderful, amazing and bloody brilliant woman she’s become. I’m happy she found your light and held it in her heart even when you were cursed, because it’s thanks to you that she kept the darkness away, it’s thanks to you that she knows what is right and what is wrong. It’s thanks to you that she found us, it was your good heart, your grace that led her to the place where she would be safe, that led her home.»

Killian shook his head, blue eyes sparkling with unshed tears. «No, my love, you led her home, too. You were there for her, too, you’ve always been there.»

Emma sniffled. «You don’t know how to take a compliment, don’t you?» She wanted to sound upset, but she wasn’t. On the contrary, she impossibly fell in love with him even more. «You are impossible.»

«And you love me for it,» he murmured, dipping her slightly and capturing her lips with his. Deep down, Killian knew what Emma meant, and there was no way for him to tell her – aye, he was completely, utterly speechless – how he felt. So he showed her, pouring into the kiss all the love he felt for her, drowning in it, drowning in her.

Months later, when Henry and Liam were born, Killian would still sing his mother’s lullaby to them, the fond memory of her voice warming his heart whenever he did so, and Emma would pray for them to always, always have their father by their side, to grow loved and find the light inside him, the light that would always guide to their safe place: home.

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stark-park · 6 years

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Trick or Treat! -Knightrook Oneshot

A simple prompt from @fezfanatic saying “trick or treat!”

Rogers felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, his eyes fell upon a sight he certainly was not expecting that evening.

“Trick or treat!” Tilly sang. She beamed up at him, the top half of her face covered by her rabbit mask.

Rogers raised an eyebrow, “Um… Tilly?” He knew it was her, he could identify that voice anywhere, but he was so confused he couldn’t quite carry on his intended question.

“Detective!” She smiled back, holding open a carrier bag in an expectance of some form of treat.

“Tilly, you’re meant to knock on people’s doors, not their shoulders.” Rogers replied, finally managing to gather his thoughts in order to answer with a full sentence.

“I know, but where’s the fun in that?” She answered, lifting her mask and giving him a cheeky grin, “Besides, this ways more personal.”

“Yes, but I don’t have any candy.” He explained.

“Well, that just means you get to be more creative Detective.” She told him matter-of-factly, as if it was his fault he followed the usual system of Halloween giving.

“I guess you could just give me your watch then.” She continued.

Ah, now the cat was out of the bag, or, the rabbit rather. This was a stitch up apparently.

“Tilly,” Rogers sighed, “Nice try, but I’m rather attached to my watch.”

“Aw, that’s alright Detective, if you unclip it then it’ll come straight off your wrist.” She explained.

Rogers adjusted his weight and placed his hand on his hip. “Tilly, I’m not giving you my watch. Now why don’t you go home, have a sandwich? Trick or treating is over.”

“What?” She gasped, “Since when is it over?”

Rogers sighed, “Since Halloween was three weeks ago.” He then carried on walking down the road, waving a goodbye over his shoulder.

Tilly huffed, “Still more fun my way.”

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boldlyshamlessfangirl · 6 years

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Making a Bad Day Into A Good One

It had been the first place she could think of to take her still shivering true love once they had finished saying their goodbyes for the night and had broken off from the rest of their family and friends at the grove. Alice seemed to be walking on autopilot with only Robin’s gentle hold on her hand to guide her.

Going by the surprised look in her glassy eyes Alice hadn’t been expecting this to be the first stop thinking that they would just head back to Tilly and Roger’s apartment for cuddling and maybe some talking then more cuddling with fewer clothes. Alice still hadn’t even begun to make up for throwing her across the room earlier no matter how often Robin says she’s alright.

“Oh. don’t worry we’ll get to talking and…everything else later Tower Girl.” Robin promised as if reading Alice’s mind “And for the last time babe I’m just a little bruised is all nothing some late-night cuddling can’t fix. Tilly was just under Gothel’s control I know and Margot knew too that it was just Tilly having a really bad day so please stop blaming yourself okay?” Robin begged bringing their joined hands up to press a kiss against the back of Alice’s hand then leaned in to do the same to her lips.

Her archer knew her so well.

“But my pep talk, the curse being broken, and our memories returned aside.” That brought a weak smile to Alice’s lips while Robin continued wrapped her arms more securely around her from behind steering them both into the glow of the neon lights of one of the few open-all-night arcades in the Heights. “This still feels like a bad day so we’re going to make it into a better one with all the candy apples and hot chocolate we can handle then we’re going home call Nook and Aunt Regina just to check in and see how your dad and everyone else is doing then we’re going to fall asleep in each other’s arms.”

“Sounds perfect.” Alice smiled tilting her head back to rest it against Robin’s shoulder pressing a kiss against her jaw.

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“I still can’t believe you filmed me playing that silly dancing game,” Robin whined as soon as she was back in earshot of the distracted blonde happily pummeling plush rodents with the foam mallet. “Nope that my love is evidence that I have finally found something that you Robin Mills aren’t that talented at. At least for the time being that is.” Alice explained casually “Besides now I have two of them. One for Margot and now one for you so I can prove its not a trick.” Robin just scowled at the giggling blonde as the archer balanced the tray of grill cheese, french fries and hot chocolate against the top of the Whack-A-Mole game Alice was playing near the snack bar

“Okay, I have to ask….” Alice asked between hits glancing between her love and the game “and Tilly always wanted to know too she just ever knew how to ask.” That had Robin’s eyebrow raising even higher in silent question. “The thing about the onion rings?” Robin sighed knowing that Tilly at least would remember that the snack bar offered them on its limited yet varied menu. The archer waits for the agreeing node first before she answers her free hand reaching up to fugit with glasses that were still tucked into her jacket pocket. “That was a holdover from the Robin half of me actually.”

It wasn’t until she noticed the curious spark into Alice’s blue eyes even in the dim lights of the room around them that Robin realized this was one story she’d ever gotten around to telling. “Back when Mom was still pregnant with me the Dark One wanted to transfer the darkness to her as a kind of payback I guess or something to kill me mom, but she didn’t want to hurt me, so she spelled an order of onion rings from Granny’s to speed up Mom’s pregnancy and well…. I guess some habits are just hard to break even cursed.” The archer answered as the couple started wondering the games aimlessly in search of a table.

“She? How can the Dark One be a she?” Alice asked her face still fixed in concentration, but her eyes flickered up to hold Robin’s during a pause in the game. “That was during the time when Emma…. the sheriff that owned that yellow bug we used to get away from that mob was the Dark One.” Robin clarified around the straw for their shared drink. “Curiouser and Curiouser.” Alice mused tracing little patterns along the back of Robin’s hand as they navigated the maze of games. “I know and according to Mom, the onion rings at Granny’s were really good. But then again so is everything there.” the forest green-eyed woman gushed earning a soft giggle from her girlfriend.

“Hang on you should call your mother. Tell her the curse is broken and everything.” Alice pointed out spinning the chair round at an empty table before she sat down with her arms folded across the back just like her cursed self often did. “I will but right now you’re more important,” Robin answered without hesitation as she slid the tray with the rest of their late dinner early breakfast onto the table between them. “Besides I’m sure Aunt Regina is already taking care of that.”

They had just finished everything but the candy apples and had headed hand and hand over to the back row of vintage games stopping at Galaga with a shared grin and twirled gaming tokens when Robin’s phone rang.

“Aunt Regina?” Robin answered sending Alice a calming glance as she listened to the other end of the call. “Nook is alright just tired, and he misses you, the hospital will be keeping him overnight for observation but he’s alright Alice promise.” The archer soothed letting out a teasing laugh when Alice’s relaxed sigh of relief turned into a grunted curse that reminded the archer fondly of Tilly as her adventurous turned her attention back to the game.

“Huh?” Robin asked blinking in confusion at Regina’s next question. “I can’t believe my Aunt is even asking me that question and no we are not ‘making up for lost pancakes’ or whatever you’re implying.…no we stopped at the arcade it was closer.” Alice sent her a shy smile at that then her smile widened even more nodding to the screen “Ooo and tell the Cap my Tower Girl just beat his high score like the total bad ass she is…..”

That brought an even wider happy smile to Alice’s lips “Love you too Nobin.” Alice purred “What? Now that I know it’s a compliment I don’t mind you calling me that so much.”

“I told you it was a compliment all the time whenever I did.” Robin complained giving in to showing one of Margot’s puppy eyes pouting looks as she held Alice’s eyes earning a brush of lips against her own in quiet apology. “Okay. Have a good night Aunt Regina” The young archer admitted with a teasing wink “now if you don’t mind I have to go win my girl a monkey before we head for home.” Alice tilted her head curiously when the phone was handed over to her with an encouraging smile from the woman she loved.

“Go get em Targo.” The adventures called out after her girlfriend with a whispered giggle at the eye roll Robin sent her in answer when she paused to look back at her beside a claw machine. “Hello, Regina. How’s my Papa doing? Listen I was trying to get Nobin to call Zelena with the 'we broke the curse’ news earlier, but she just said she’ll call her in the morning, so I just thought you should know ahead of time, so you could let Robin be the one to tell her?” Alice rambled into the phone still keeping a watchful eye on her true love noting with a playful laugh that Robin was now showing off just a bit on one of the back wall shooting games.

“I’ll tell her when she comes back from sending Henry and the others home love.” A voice not belonging to Regina Mills promised with a shaky laugh of his own. “Papa.” Alice breathed nearly falling off her chair in joy. “Hi Starfish.” Nook greeted “I don’t want to take away from you date night love, but I just wanted to hear for myself that you’re alright.”

“I’m better now I know you’re alright.” His daughter promised, “You are alright aren’t you Papa?”

“Aye.” Nook assured her “like you said better now I know you alright.” The pirate echoed “Alice love I just want to apologize for everything Rogers….” But Nook was cut off by his daughters “Papa I don’t blame you I never have, and I never will. It’s like Robin keeps telling me when I get upset about hurting her earlier I only blame the curse that woman put on all of us not anyone else that the curse touched because they weren’t in their right mind.” Alice corrected sweetly not noticing until she felt a soft tickling against the back of her neck that Robin had come back to their little table.

“I didn’t use that many words but that was the just of it yeah.” The archer summarized setting the prize she’d just won down on the table top proudly. “There we are one cute monkey for one amazing woman.” She smiled pressing a fast kiss against Alice’s cheek reclaiming her seat as close to her tur love as they could be while still in public. “Actually, Papa Robin and I were just about to head back home for the night so it’s a good thing you had Regina call us.” Alice informed him earning a hopeful smirk from Robin.

“Then I’ll bid you both good night and let you get back to your date.” Nook chuckled “I’ll call you later tomorrow Starfish.” The father promised

“Night Papa.” Alice whispered ending the call and handing the phone back to her love. “Thank you for this Robin.” The blonde added cuddling with the plush monkey as she leaned over the remaining space between their chairs to nuzzle her face against the archer’s shoulder affectionately. “Now let’s go home Nobin we have a lot of time to make up for.”

The whispered words against her ear produced a much hoped for groan from the young woman sitting beside her “Race you their Tower Girl”

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