An AU MC FF that is loosely based on the movie The Lake House

When fate is involved, can Emma and Killian change their destiny so their love transcends time and space to give them their happy ending?

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Word Count ~8800 Rating - T+

Chapter 14

Emma wasn’t sure how long she stood there hoping, praying and wishing for the flag to go down.  She knew the chances of changing fate were slim but she also knew she had to try.  Her heart was breaking as she reflected over how many times she had thought of him over the past year and wondering if there was something they could have done differently so they were in the same place at the same time. But they hadn’t.  They had waited for the right time and place instead of learning from the mistakes made by his parents, that even though married and with children, their time to be together never came. Emma wanted to believe she was the Anne to Killian’s Frederick Wentworth from Persuasion, but hopes and wishes can’t keep you warm at night.

Feeling numb, she bowed her head, covered her face with both hands and sank down onto her knees.  It was February and the weather felt cool, especially this close to the ocean. A steady breeze blew but since she was on the bluff it wasn’t too strong.  Eventually she felt the cold seeping into the knees of her slacks as she had been kneeling there a while hoping to see the flag go down.  Hoping that she hadn’t been too late, that he had gotten her letter and hadn’t gone to Bayside on that fateful day.  Looking up she saw that the flag was still up, the letter was still there.

Emma wanted to scream and to cry.  She felt the need to question fate, God and whoever else people believed controlled the universe.  She knew she was trying to change the way things had been, but could that be the reason why they had been given this opportunity? To change his fate so he wasn’t in an accident.   So he hadn’t died.  To allow them to meet so he could capture her heart and teach her to dream. To teach her that life didn’t need to be so serious but that life was often made up of mysteries that required belief.  To allow them to be each other’s family, each other’s future?

Standing slowly, she made her way to the beach path.  It was overrun with branches and sea grass but she didn’t care.  Pushing aside the long strands of grass, she stepped over and around and made her way down to the beach.  As she moved toward the water, and the sound of the waves surrounded her, she pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail, and turned to walk down the beach.  Away from the house that seemed to have magic.  That had somehow been instrumental in bringing her letter to Killian on that day, so many years ago.  Could fate be so cruel?  Would fate be so cruel?

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The Tenth Time It Happened!!

Ahoy shipmates! Eek! Less than a month until our lil babies return to our tv screens! This is the tenth instalment in my Daddy!Killian fic wherein Killian can’t stop sneaking into his little girl’s room while she’s sleeping. If you’re new to this party, here’s a link to part nine, which also has links to all previous parts of the story!!

This part is fluffy beyond belief. There’s like two seconds of angst, but only two. Promise. 

Tagging a few of the many lovely people who always encourage me when it comes to this fluffball of a tale: @flslp87 @vigilantewives @thegladelf @naiariddle @raggedyclaraa @onceuponiwishmytime @galadriel26 @mayquita @captainswanslay

And a special thank you to both @dark-ones-dont-need-sleep and @losttalongthewayy who rec’d this fic recently. You both wrote such sweet things in your respective recs and I am so grateful! It made me feel so fuzzy and warm! :) 


The tenth time it happens, Killian does it because he feels guilty. Emma wakes in the night, and upon finding the sheets beside her empty and cold, she yawns and groggily gets out of bed. Leia turned one three weeks ago, so it’s been quite some time since Emma has had to rouse in the middle of the night. (Secretly, a part of her misses the middle-of-the-night feedings, but she would never dare tell Killian such. He’d have her pregnant immediately.)

At first, as she begins to walk to Leia’s room, she can’t figure out what might’ve made Killian take this journey. But then, as she nears the room and she gains a little more consciousness, the events of the day come back to her and she can easily deduce why he’s there. When Emma quietly opens the door she’s met with the adorable sight of Killian swaying with Leia, her body slumped against his bare chest. His arms are folded underneath Leia’s bottom, her little legs dangling around his waist. Her head is tucked snugly under his chin, and Emma finds herself mildly struck by the fact that her once-tiny daughter now spans nearly the entire length of her husband’s torso.

“When did she get so big?” Emma whispers, gaining Killian’s attention as she tiptoes over to the two of them.

“I don’t even want to talk about it,” Killian grumbles, shaking his head. “It feels like just yesterday her head was no bigger than my fist.”

Emma tilts her head, smiling comfortingly at him. She knows the idea of Leia growing up is Killian’s current mortal enemy. “How’re the knees?” she asks gently.

“Still red and painful-looking. Not scabbing up yet. I still wish you’d heal them,” he says, and Emma can feel the hurt in his tone. She gets closer, taking hold of Leia’s toes so she can inspect one of her two scraped knees.

“Killian, it’s really not too bad,” she assures him, although she suspects her words will go in one ear and out the other. “Kids scrape their knees all the time. And if she was in that much pain, she wouldn’t be sleeping as soundly as she is. Yeah, if she had broken her leg, I maybe would’ve used some magic to fix it. But she can handle scraped knees. Isn’t that right, little duckling? Yeah, you’re okay. Such a brave little daddy’s girl you are, huh?”

Killian sighs, knowing his wife is right but still feeling guilty all the same. Leia had begun walking a week ago, her parents completely enamoured by the way she teeters around on her chubby, tiny legs. That afternoon, Killian had taken Leia and Henry out for a sail on the Jolly. A particularly large wave had made Leia lose her balance, and she’d fallen, scraping both her knees raw. They’d bled and she’d cried and Killian had overreacted when it happened and still blames himself for the entire event, despite Emma’s multiple reassurances that it was in fact, no one’s fault.  

“I just hate it when she hurts,” Killian whispers, and Emma bites her lip, reaching up to brush Killian’s dark hair back, away from his pouty blue eyes.

“I know you do,” she tells him, releasing the strands of his hair so she can cup his cheek in her hand, “it’s one of the many things I love about you.”

Killian blinks at her, and his face softens all of a sudden, radiating warmth at her. “I love you so much, Emma. Do you know that?”

Emma scrunches her face up at him, but smiles all the same. “Of course I know that. How could you think I don’t know that, doofus?”

Killian shrugs. “Well this…year has just been, well…what with this perfect little person showing up in the world, sometimes I just worry that I’m giving her…too much of my attention. I…I don’t know how to do this. Hell, it’s been more than a year, and still she scrapes her knees and I get scared to death. Some days I feel like she has my whole entire heart, and even though I love that feeling, I never want you to ever feel like—“

Emma shakes her head violently at him, sliding her hand from his cheek to the back of his neck so she can haul his face closer to hers. She presses her lips against his with fervour, still shaking her head as she does so. When she pulls away she rests her forehead against his. “Hey. I need you to listen to me, okay? You are doing amazing, Killian. Amazing. You are quite possibly the most wonderful father in the entire world. And never, ever, think that you aren’t doing enough for me. Seeing you with that little girl is all that I need.”

Killian smiles gratefully at her, her words doing wonders for his aching soul. He’d felt this way for a little while now, and he was glad to have gotten his feelings off his chest.

“Can I hold her?” Emma asks him tentatively, rubbing the back of her hand against Leia’s cheek.

Killian chuckles. “Only if you join me in the rocker, so I can hold you both.”

“Deal, pirate.”

Carefully, Killian transfers Leia into Emma’s arms. The little girl stirs a wee bit, one of her pudgy hands coming up to fist itself into Emma’s hair, and Emma nuzzles her face against Leia’s forehead. “Mumma loves you so much, Leiabear,” she coos quietly, while Killian takes the stuffed animals off the rocking chair to make room for them. “Yes I do. You’re such a cuddle bug, hmm? I guess you get that from me, huh kid?”

“She certainly does,” Killian agrees, beckoning them over. This position is getting more difficult as Leia grows, but they can still manage it, three in the chair. Emma sits sideways on Killian’s lap, his arm wrapped around her back. Leia lays against Emma’s chest, mouth hanging slightly agape.

It’s quiet for a minute. (But only for a minute.)

“What are we to do when the boys begin to fancy her?” Killian asks suddenly, his tone incredulously horrified.

The question takes Emma by so much surprise that she laughs aloud. “Killian, she’s one. Not twenty-one. You need to chill.”

“Aye, but scraped knees are nothing compared to a broken heart,” he muses, reaching to place a protective hand against his daughter’s back. “How’re we to protect her?”

Emma blows out a big breath, considering what to say. She thought she’d have a few more years before this topic came up. “Well…we’ll just have to teach her to be a good judge of character, and how to avoid being manipulated. And we’ll do our best to raise her to be an independent woman, but one who knows it’s okay to want to find true love. Even then, I can’t promise it’ll never happen, Killian. But if it does, well…she’ll know she has us to back her up. She’ll know she’ll always have her daddy’s shoulder to cry on if she needs it.”

“Aye, and that she will,” he agrees, scratching at Leia’s back lovingly. Emma stares up at him, momentarily knocked breathless by how much she loves this pillow-soft pirate. Needing to touch him, she raises a hand, letting it come to rest against his neck.

Unexpectedly, unwanted memories hit her like a freight train, as though her fingers against where a scar from Excalibur should be created a portal that led straight back to those days. Emma’s throat goes tight and she flinches violently as she recalls it all: the cut, how it had reappeared too many times, the way she had to watch life drain from her true love, over and over…she remembers how she tried to heal it, that cut. She remembers thinking, as their foreheads pressed together in the middle of the Camelot forest, that everything was fine.

Boy, had she ever been wrong about that.

Killian feels Emma’s hand begin to tremble against him, and it peels his attention away from Leia. His gaze finds her face, which appears to be far away, and he can just make out tears welling in her evergreen eyes.

“My love,” he says worriedly, reaching up to cover her shaking hand with his own, strong fingers gripping it tightly. “Where’d you go?”

“Ugh, sorry,” Emma whispers, shaking her head, trying to rid her head of her gruesome memories. “I was just…” she trails off, looking up at him still, absorbing every drop of love that pours from his worried expression, “I’m just so glad you’re…here. With me. With us,” she stammers, using her other hand to anchor herself to the little girl sleeping peacefully against her chest. Their little girl.

Killian exhales sadly, her words and the placement of her hand leading him straight to what’s troubling her.

“Oh, darling,” he says, gentleness thick in his tone, “I’m so sorry. I wish we weren’t burdened with a past that haunts us so.” He urges her closer to him, urges her to lay her ear against his chest, over his beating heart. It’s always what seems to calm her most easily. “But I’m here, Emma,” he promises, kissing her forehead, “Against all odds, maybe. But I’m here, and I’ll never leave you. Either of you.”

Emma nuzzles her cheek against him, simply craving the warmth of him. “That’s why I wouldn’t do it,” she confesses suddenly, mumbling the words against his skin. “Heal her knees.”

Understanding and guilt washes over Killian, and he rubs Emma’s shoulder comfortingly with his hand. “Because of what happened in Camelot,” he whispers, and he feels her nod against him.

“It seemed like after I tried to heal you, everything from then on out just went horribly wrong,” she says with a tight voice. “I couldn’t risk…” she trails off, her gaze falling to rest on Leia.

Killian kisses her forehead again. “No, I understand perfectly, love. I wish you’d told me earlier. I’ve been so hard and salty with you about it, and I—“

It’s okay,” she assures him, tilting her head up to quiet him. “You just wanted what was best for her.”

“Aye, we both did, love.”

They lean in simultaneously, the kiss a fatigued dance of lips and tongue. When they break away, Leia wiggles in her sleep, and they both smile.

“I love her so bloody much,” Killian says, in a tone that almost mimics frustration.

I know, right?” Emma agrees, running her fingers through Leia’s mess of dark curls. “Our little Leia munchkin.”

“Our little walking Leia munchkin,” he corrects, and Emma giggles, wiggling her legs off of Killian’s lap and hauling herself to a stand. Killian gets up after Emma, coming to stand behind her while she lowers their one year-old back into her crib. Carefully Emma places Leia on her back, her little arms and legs sprawled out in all directions, just like always. Killian stares at her knees again, but with somewhat of a new perspective. Emma doesn’t miss it. She’s suddenly overcome with the love she has for the two human beings next to her, and, well…what the hell. She can’t help herself.

“Here, come here,” she says, her tone a type of happy exasperation. She grabs hold of Killian’s wrist with her hand, dragging it down over the railing of the crib, stopping her tugging when his large hand is hovering over Leia’s lower half. Killian feels the magic even before he sees the glow, but still, he watches in fascination as the angry red marks on his little love’s legs vanish, leaving her good as new.

Emma can’t help but roll her eyes at his amazed, delighted expression. “Better?” she teases him.

Killian bites his lip and nods at her, spinning her toward him so he can pepper kisses against the side of her face. Emma giggles incessantly, playfully trying to wiggle her face away from his lips.

“Now that she’s all better, you can take her to the park tomorrow, so she can find a little boy to marry,” Emma goads him, and he growls and shakes his head, scratching her with his stubble.

“No boys!” he declares sternly, and Emma captures his lips with hers, wrapping her arms around his neck. He sways them, gripping her hard, tight enough for her to know how much she’s loved.

“Just Daddy?” Emma says in her playful tone, pressed cheek to cheek with him, both of them watching Leia’s chest rise and fall.

“Aye. Just Daddy.

And that was the tenth time.

31 Days of Positivity: Day 31: Happiness

So here it is, the very last smol thing! Hope you’ve enjoyed these as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. I’d like to particuarly thank @tlynnwords for the idea and the prompt list. Since this is the end of this project, please accept this little bit that I like to imagine may come at the end of the show.

All the smol things are available on ao3 HERE.

The sea breeze is cool against her skin, a welcome contrast to the way the sun is beating down on the back of her neck, the combined scents of ozone and hot pitch washing over her in time with the rise and rush of the waves beneath them.

Henry is in his usual spot, up on the lookout’s post with his book on his knee, one arm hooked through around the mast leaving the other free to hold his pen. Liam is halfway up the rigging, clinging on with fierce determination, the sea perhaps not quite as strong in his blood as it is in his brother’s, but close enough. Enough to begin to bring two brothers back together where circumstances and hate had so violently torn them apart.

Killian, of course, is at the helm, his jacket shrugged off hours ago as a concession to the heat, she likes to watch the way he sways with the ship as if it’s second nature, even as she makes her way towards him on unsteady legs - her centre of gravity set way off by the swell of her stomach.

“You’re wobbling,” he teases as she approaches, “one might almost say wadd - ”

“Don’t finish that thought,” she warns, “it won’t end well.”

“As you wish,” he says lightly, his hand coming to rest on her bump as she reaches him and takes the helm for herself.

“I do wish, as it happens,” she says, resting her chin on the top of the ship’s wheel and watching as Henry shuffles over to make room for Liam next to him on the small platform. Killian’s eyes follow hers, his lips settling into a gentle smile as he observes the two boys.

“Do you think this is what a happy ending looks like?” Emma asks, standing up and tilting her head back so that she can get a clear view of his face as he considers her question.

“Aye,” he says, laughter and the cries of seabirds mingling and carrying towards them, “close enough, I wager.”

Emma leans back against his chest, reveling in the combined warmth of the sun and him, and smiles.

“Yeah. I guess it is.”

Spoiler Ep will be up tomorrow...in the meantime, we need your help!!!!

Adulting certainly gets in the way of fangirling, doesn’t it? Well, unfortunately because of that, our spoiler ep will not be up until tomorrow (the 1st). In meantime, we need you guys to help us out. Please, keep sending us your top Killian Jones moments for next weeks episode! Let’s be real, it *might* be 2 hrs lol Also, we wanted some suggestions for our next CS Throwback episode! Which ep did you guys want us to discuss?!? The Crocodile? Firebird? NYC Serenade? Firebird? Or one that I didn’t mention? Please message us your thoughts here, vote on our Twitter poll or email us! As always, thank you all the love age support

Originally posted by missfords


(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DxK2tgJIjA0)

If you need a reminder why you love CS (which i doubt you do but still) this is an amazing watch. Pretty much my favorite moments from the last 5 years

Can We Please Make A Point Because:
  • People:Killian is no good for Emma! He's so selfish and doesn't have her best interests at hea-
  • Killian:Your hand, it's cut, let me help you.
  • Killian:You are bloody brilliant. Amazing.
  • Killian:Well I offer my ship and my services to help follow them.
  • Killian:Doesn't mean I'd leave your father to perish on this island.
  • Killian:I came back to save you.
  • Killian:Magic is a part of you, Swan. It's time you embraced it.
  • Killian:I'd go to the end of the world for her. Or time.
  • Killian:You're the Saviour, Swan. You can do it.
  • Killian:You can do this!
  • Killian:Are you okay?
  • Killian:I'd rather save yours than hers.
  • Killian:I apologize for overreacting.
  • Killian:You okay?
  • Killian:I'd love to know more about your beginnings.
  • Killian:I just wanted to be a better man for you, Swan.
  • Killian:Swan! Are you alright??
  • Killian:Grilled cheese.
  • Killian:I don't intend to let you down.
  • Killian:And I with you.
  • Killian:Emma, are you alright?
  • Killian:Be careful, Swan.
  • Killian:It's my job, or at least I hope it's my job, to protect your heart.
  • Killian:Save Henry.
  • Killian:I awoke moments before your parents, and came up here looking for your boy.
  • Killian:What is it?
  • Killian:Emma please! NO. Don't do this.
  • Killian:We'll find another way, together!
  • Killian:You can tell me anything.
  • Killian:No, Swan! You can't use dark magic!
  • Killian:It's too much for her!
  • Killian:Emma. Are you alright?
  • Killian:I liked your walls. I liked being the one to break them down.
  • Killian:There's no one here. It's just us. You and me.
  • Killian:I'll never stop fighting for us.
  • Killian:Be careful, Emma.
  • Killian:The Dark One is immortal. Emma isn't. Bring her home to me.
  • Killian:I love you, Emma Swan. No matter what you've done.
  • Killian:Easy, Swan. You got tagged pretty good there.
  • Killian:It's alright! Emma, it's alright!
  • Killian:I'll just be happy knowing you'll have one.
  • Killian:It's okay.
  • Killian:You shouldn't be here. Nobody should.
  • Killian:You alright?
  • Killian:What's wrong? I know when something's bothering you.
  • Killian:I'm sorry, Emma. You were right.
  • Killian:I'm glad you did. Do you realize that's the first time you've slept since you rescued me?
  • Killian:Well as for maybes and hopefullys, I've learned never to question yours. I'm coming with you.
  • Killian:I didn't want Emma to do this.
  • Killian:Emma, please.
  • Killian:Get your heart!
  • Killian:If I helped you take off that armour don't put it back on just because you're gunna lose me.
  • Killian:I bloody well need to find a way to save her!
  • Killian:I can't do that! Not while she's still in danger.
  • Killian:I'm so happy you're alright.
  • People:
  • Me:¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (◡‿◡✿)