When Princess Emma decides to ask Lieutenant Killian Jones to the annual Royal Holiday Ball, things do not go as planned. His captain, and older brother, Liam will not stand for it. There is no one else she would like to attend with, so maybe this ball wont be so magical after all… What happens next however, may surprise this sweet duckling.
‘Tommy’s tattoos? They’re military tattoos, from his regiment, I think. When we were sort of figuring out the character in Series 1, we took them… They were all real tattoos that the men in his infantry or battalion or whatever it’s called… was in the war… em, I forgot. [laughs]’ — Cillian Murphy
A quick little fic for @snowbellewells inspired by this post Xwhere Killian and Emma are going to be married and are surprised by Liam, the elder, in ghostly form.
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Killian lay on the bunk in the quarters assigned to them on the Nautilus, Emma tucked into his side, her head on his shoulder and hand wrapped in the chain of Liam’s ring that was around his neck. Their journey to save Agrabah had been successful, even if Jafar had thought that he had bested him, at one point, until his Swan swept in with her kiss and saved him yet again. Feeling her rub her cheek against his shoulder, he rolled them onto their sides and tilted her chin up with his hand, “Why so vexed love?”
Emma snuggled into the curve of his shoulder, rubbing circles in the soft hairs on his chest. “What makes you think I have a problem?”
“Open book and all.”
Pushing him back over, she propped herself up on her elbow, “I almost didn’t make it.”
“But you did. I knew you would find me. You always do.”
“I love you, Killian.” She hesitated while gathering her thoughts. “I think,” and then she stopped speaking and took a deep breath before continuing. “Marry me?”