On his quest to find a way back to our world and restore Emma’s memories, Killian encounters a siren that takes the form of the person he loves the most. And in a moment of weakness and missing Emma; he gives in.
“I’m not doing anything,” he smiled, knowing full well she couldn’t see it with her eyes closed, even though it perfectly matched hers.
Emma rolled her shoulder to try and push his hand away, but it was to no effect. His thumb kept tracing the seam of her shirt as her hand tightened in his.
He knew it wasn’t napping; he knew she knew he wasn’t trying much at all. Having two hands to hold her with was something he didn’t think he’d ever get again. He planned on thanking her in every quiet moment they got.
I’m not sure what everyone is talking about with this whole Killian supposedly dying and going to the Underworld thing…because Emma and Killian are totally at their house right now decorating the Christmas tree. End of story.
Her mother is taking their pictures on the beach and she’s holding his hand as they walk, newly married toward nowhere in particular. He’s smiling and the sun is warm on her side. It’s the perfect day for a wedding and she’s never been happier that it’s with Killian Jones.
squeaks when he suddenly spins her toward him and laughter bubbles from
her lips, meeting his eyes before he wraps his arms around her middle
and murmurs, “Hold on to me, Mrs. Jones.”
narrows her eyes but does as he says, laughing again when he takes her
bare toes from the sand and holds her snug against him for a kiss, sweet
and warm with the gentle crashing of waves beside them.
she’s struck with a thought, as her new husband presses her back down
into the sand, his forehead pressing against her own, that maybe Happy Endings
aren’t as wonderful as the stories make them out to be- maybe they’re