Holy f**k! I am soooo late and I’m regretting it so hard, but I finally start to appreciate James McAvoy’s existence. He is not just good-looking and funny, but he is also a brilliant actor. Oscar nomination/awarding, where u at?
Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur. Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin. He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness. (No Curse AU)
Notes: This story began with a simple idea: what if I wrote an EF AU where both Emma and Killian were Dark Ones? And now, about a year later, here it is! It is completely finished, and will be updated on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Endless love, devotion, and gratitude to @ripplestitchskein, without whom this story would never have happened, and thanks to @unfolded73 for reading this through, and giving me invaluable pointers. Credit to @seethelovelyintheworld for the gorgeous banner. Title borrowed from the titular poem by Robert Frost.
There was little that compared, Emma decided, to the weight of a
blade in one’s hands. When it was well-forged, the hilt balanced neatly
between her thumbs and forefingers, the others joining just behind to caress
the gilded handle. The filigree pressed arcane indents into the palms of
her hands, swooping letters that spelled her own name, and another’s. The
blade itself was swiveled, leaping in smooth currents down towards the deadly
taper, tipped up and out, the way her father had taught her.
So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for… and deserved. Which ever since I’ve… ever since I’ve always felt I prevented. But what sense of hope or satisfaction could a reader derive from an ending like that? So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I’d like to think this isn’t weakness or… evasion… but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.
So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for and deserved. Which ever since I’ve ever since I’ve always felt I prevented. But what sense of hope or satisfaction could a reader derive from an ending like that? So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I’d like to think this isn’t weakness or evasion but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.