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Val. 23 years old. Writer for leisure (please send me prompts). Sports videographer with big dreams. This blog is 99% Captain Swan, my OTP of OTPs. But if you look hard enough, you'll find some Tangled, Once Upon a Time (Snowing, Rumbelle, and Outlaw Queen complete the list of my personal ships), Once Upon a Time in Wonderland, Welcome to Night Vale, Game of Thrones, Sleepy Hollow, Merlin, David Cook, Disney, Sherlock, Supernatural, and other fandoms mixed in.
I Was Made For You: Chapter 7
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Author’s note: Sorry for the delay, loyal readers! Work has been so crazy lately. I hope you enjoy this latest chapter! It covers one of my favorite CS moments on the show to date, and it sort of went in a direction I wasn’t expecting, but I’m liking how it turned out. Let me know what YOU think! And I’ll try and update very soon! I’m working on polishing the next chapter as I type this. Enjoy!
"Hey, beautiful," he grimaced, the darkness of the night enveloping him almost entirely apart from the crimson blood staining his cheeks with color.
"Your ribs are broken," was her answer as she pressed a cautious, surveying hand against his chest that he grasped tightly, his knuckles white.
"That must be why it hurts when I laugh," he retorted before the smirk he was fighting to maintain transformed into a sneer that made his expression as dark as the night around them.
"So? What do you think?"
His question was met with an approving nod and a bright orange Cheetos-stained grin. Henry had picked Ella up in the middle of snack time at daycare and despite her excitement at getting back to work on their special project, she couldn’t resist the temptation of the cheese-flavored snacks. It certainly made for an interesting sight, watching his little sister transform the mirror into a memory with one hand while holding a handful of Cheetos in the other.
"Should we keep going?" he asked as she reached into the bag for another handful, pulling back an almost entirely orange arm.
"Yrs!" she mumbled through a mouthful, spraying small pieces onto the pages of the book that he quickly wiped away, though the orange marks remained. It gave the story character, he supposed.
Ella waved her free hand once more, changing the scene from darkness to bright, intrusive light that forced them both to shield their eyes for a moment. Henry surveyed the scene before him, taking it all in, and started scribbling words onto the page.
He lay in a hospital bed, the injuries to his face more pronounced beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. His eyes were closed, the steady beep of a heart monitor the only sound in the room apart from his ragged breathing and the attempt at steady breaths she drew in as she sat on the bed beside him.
Suddenly, he began to stir, opening his eyes and taking in his surroundings. It didn’t take long for him to notice the handcuffs keeping him locked to the bed.
"Again? You’re really into this, aren’t you?" he asked, gaze still on the handcuffs as he pulled against the restraint, grimacing at the movement. "Damn, that hurts," he growled through gritted teeth.
Henry couldn’t help but wince himself at the sight of Killian in such a state. When he glanced over at Ella, he saw a similar pained expression on her face as well, the concern obvious in her blue eyes.
"He’s okay. Remember, it’s just a memory," he tried to reassure her, and though she nodded, he could see that it still bothered her. He even had to admit that it still bothered him.
Sometimes, he forgot…how young his sister was. She was mature beyond her years, but she was still just a little girl. And the sight of her father, the man she saw as a source of strength and love, laying in a hospital bed and visibly in pain must have been terrifying for her. Suddenly, Emma’s voice interrupted his thoughts as they both turned back to the mirror, desperate to find out what happened next.
"Told ya. Cracked a few ribs. Where’s Cora?" she asked, her expression dark.
"You look good, I must say. All ‘Where’s Cora?’ in a commanding voice. Chills," he answered in a feigned attempt at being smug.
"You have all sorts of sore places I can make you hurt," Emma retorted before reaching down to press against his injured ribs and eliciting a painful groan followed by another grimace.
"I have no idea where Cora is, she has her own agenda. Let’s talk about something I am interested in: my hook. May I have it back? Or is there another attachment you’d prefer?" he asked, classic smirk still fighting its way through.
"What’s Daddy mean, Henry?" Ella asked, watching her father with both worry and curiosity. Henry flattenedd his palm to his forehead in amused exasperation.
"Grown up stuff, Ella. I’ll tell you when you’re older," he answered with a chuckle, making a mental reminder to ask Killian to explain when they finally revealed their surprise to their parents. "Let’s see what Mom says, okay?" he asked, drawing her attention back to the scene in the mirror.
"You’re awfully chipper for a guy who just failed to kill his enemy…then got hit by a car," Emma remarked.
"Well, my ribs may be broken, but everything else is still intact," Killian added (evoking an eye-roll from Henry and a confused look from Ella). “Which is more than can be said for other bad days I’ve had. Plus, I did some quality damage to my foe.”
"You hurt Belle," Emma replied, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I hurt his heart. Belle’s just where he keeps it," Killian answered without hesitation.
"Seems awfully familiar to me," Henry mumbled to himself as he continued writing.
"He killed my love. I know the feeling."
"Milah," Ella whispered softly, once again showing her maturity in her ability to understand that each of her parents had loved another person before they had come to love each other. They sat her down one night and explained it to her when she’d spotted Killian in the book with someone who obviously wasn’t Emma. No one expected her to understand, and so she’d shocked them all when she nodded and compared the situation to "Uncle Robin and Aunt Regina." But even after that, she pointedly avoided the story of Killian losing his hand…and for awhile, kicked Rumplestiltskin whenever she saw him, much to Killian’s terribly-hidden amusement. Finally, at Emma’s strong suggestion and the potential threat of sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future and beyond, Killian had spoken with Ella one-on-one, convincing her that everything that had happened was meant to be, including the loss of his hand and of Milah, in order for him to be with Emma and to have the family he always wanted. It was all worth it, he’d told her.
Emma sighed, leaning forward. “Keep smiling, buddy. You’re chained down, he’s on his feet, immortal, has magic, and you hurt his girl. If I were to pick dead guy of the year, I’d pick you.”
Killian smiled in response, though the amusement didn’t reach his eyes. Emma mirrored his answer with an emotionless smile of her own before she turned to leave the room. Killian made one final attempt at fighting against his cuffs before the pain in his ribs overcame him once more, and he found himself alone.
The mirror went dark then, and Ella lowered her hand, watching as it returned to normal and their reflections appeared once more.
"No more today, Henry," she said, dejected. Before he could say anything, the door to the apartment downstairs opened and closed.
Summary: Life is made up of moments. It seems that Killian and Emma have finally found their good ones. Inspired by a random dream I had.
Author’s Note: For those of you who are readers of “I Was Made For You”, I promise I’m not neglecting it. I’ve just gotten crazy busy with work. I will update as soon as I get a chance! Hopefully you can enjoy this in the meantime!
It’s the moments. The gentle pressure of her hand against the inside of his arm as they walk to Granny’s in the mornings. The taste of coffee on her lips as she presses them to his before they part for work. The scent of vanilla that lingers around him throughout the day, as if she’s standing right next to him even when she’s gone. The running of her fingers through his hair as they lay together in the dark, silence between them where minutes before there had been the gasping of each other’s names in overwhelming pleasure. The slow rhythm of each breath she takes pressing against his chest as she sleeps. The surprising comfort that he feels in a place that isn’t a ship at sea and the part that she plays in that comfort. The way that she makes him forget the lonely, broken lifetimes before her. And his absolute inability to imagine life without her.
She recognizes the moments. All of them. The way he reaches for her hand without looking and his fingers find the spaces between hers effortlessly. The sound of his gentle snoring filling her ears when she gets home from working the night shift, knowing that he waited for her as long as he could. The perfect fit of his body against hers when they crash like two waves coming together and then finally when the sea calms and he pulls her to him. The fact that she’s suddenly using sea analogies within her own thoughts and smiles at the mere thought of it. The shivers that run down her spine when he traces his fingers over her bare skin. The brightness…the light…in his blue eyes that she only sees when he’s looking at her. The absence of a feeling that she’s known her entire life…the feeling that she’s alone. And her once incomplete heart now suddenly full in a way that she never knew possible.
Life is made up of moments. And these are the good ones.
Katie has been really sick lately so she hasn’t been online or able to post or anything. I haven’t been on to post an update because I’ve had a crazy busy week this week at my job but I promise I’ll try and post a more detailed update this coming week. But for now, I’ll let you and everyone know that she’s having a really rough time but still hanging in there. *hugs* You’re such an amazing person for coming to me to check on her. I’ll be sure to let her know that you asked about her as soon as I talk to her again. She should be asleep right now.
"For going back for me in the first place."
#LOVE THIS MOMENT #WHERE SHE PUTS HER HAND ON HIS ARM #BECAUSE HE WAS LAUGHING OFF HER THANKS #AND SHE WANTS HIM TO REALLY SEE HOW MUCH THIS MEANT TO HER #THAT SHE NOW UNDERSTANDS HE WAS BRINGING HER HOME TOO #AND ALSO BECAUSE THIS WAS EMMA TOUCHING HIM #THIS WAS EMMA MAKING THE FIRST MOVE ON HIM #AND THAT’S WHY I LOVE HIS REACTION #LOOKING FROM HER HAND ON HIS ARM TO HER EYES #HE NEEDED TO MAKE SURE THIS WAS REALLY HAPPENING #THIS MEANT SO MUCH TO HIM HERE #THE SIMPLE TOUCH OF HER HAND #AND I CRY
PRAISE FOR THE OUAT CASTING!
Despite all it’s flaws OUAT is really good at casting look alikes and family members.
I mean look at young Snow
And young Emma cries like JMo
Look at this family
And don’t forget that Emma looks just like her parents.
And the fact that Henry looks like Emma…
We’ve all seen this
And also this!
Thank you for participating in my ask meme, lovely lady!
Three facts about me (sports edition!):
1) I am about to start my second season of fantasy football with my dad’s work league as the only girl in the group. Last year, I finished 5th out of 12. This year, I was awarded “Best Draft” by Yahoo and am predicted to go undefeated and win the whole thing.
2) I scream at the television while watching my favorite football teams play.
3) This intro video, made by my former boss and probably the most talented video editor I’ve ever met, gives me chills every single time I watch it.
For every “★” I get, I will post a fact about myself.
Tell me this poem isn’t them. SO gorgeous.