i’m not okay hook knew emma the moment he met her

Conversations With Oneself

A missing scene from 7x02, a while after Emma heals Wish Hook, with one slight deviation from canon.

Warning: Slight mentions of miscarriage

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Killian offered his hand to Emma to help her walk over a fallen log. The… other version of himself looked at him with curiosity.

“There’s no need to treat me like I’m made of glass,” she teased with a smile.

“Aye, love, I know.” He smiled back, though tentatively.

“Overprotective, isn’t he?” the other Hook said.

“Not as much as you’d think,” she said but poked at his arm softly, winking at him. “Sometimes I just take advantage of his willingness to go bring me what I’m craving at two in the morning.”

The other Hook chuckled. Killian noticed that his hand was fidgeting, much like his own did when he was nervous. Suddenly he remembered the rook in his pocket. He let go of Emma’s hand briefly to retrieve it.

“I think you should have this back.” He offered it to his other self. It was still dark but he didn’t miss the glimmer in his eyes and his soft smile.

“Thank you,” he said, tucking it back into his coat pocket.

“So this… daughter, when did she came to be?” Killian asked.

He looked at him confused for a moment, before he realized what he really wanted to know. “After our stories diverged, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckled briefly but the smile died on his lips, as he looked at Emma with worry.

Emma rubbed circles on his hand with her thumb. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I know very well the man I married.”

His alternate self relaxed visibly, but his hand was still fidgeting.

“What’s her name?” Killian asked.

The other man stayed silent for a moment, looking at the two of them before finally turning to him. “Alice.”

Alice. His mother- their mother.

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The Nonlinear Property of Time (4/4)

A Season 7 AU story with time travel. Rated Explicit. Warnings for pregnancy sex and fanservice-ilicious daddy!Killian in this last chapter.

This fic is dedicated to @allrightfine – you finally wore me down. Thanks to @j-philly-b for betaing. Thanks to @bleebug for your amazing artistic talent.

A few important notes:

1. I came up with this fic before 7x02 aired based on a lot of the speculation going on in fandom, and even after it was no longer consistent with canon, I couldn’t resist writing it. It just became more involved to fully describe the time travel scenario. Anyway, the point is Wish Hook isn’t in this. But that does not mean I’m anti-Wish Hook – surprisingly, I’m pretty psyched for that story now. So please don’t compliment this fic by slamming that character and his storyline, because I don’t really want to see that.

2. This story has a present-Killian/future-Killian/Emma threeway. If that’s not your thing, this fic might not be for you, and that’s okay!

3. This whole scenario turned out to be way more angsty than I anticipated going in. (No wonder the Doctor is such a big mope.) Which I love but also it makes me glad this isn’t what happened canon.

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (NSFW Chapter 3 art)


Chapter 4

They gathered after breakfast in the clearing near Henry’s cottage.

Killian stood beside Regina, the brace for his hook propped on the pommel of his sword, watching from a distance as Henry and Emma said their goodbyes. He could tell that Emma was trying to put on a brave face, but the tears were starting to flow as she pulled her son into a hug. His older counterpart was keeping his distance from everyone, allowing time for all the farewells.

“You gonna be okay there, pirate?” Regina asked him.

He met her eyes briefly. “I was imagining what I would do if staying here to protect Henry meant that I would miss the birth of my child. That I really would miss all that time with Emma. And… if I knew that that was the only way to keep both Henry and my unborn child safe from whatever is coming…” He sighed. “I’d stay.”

She reached over and tentatively squeezed his hand. “Thank you.” Regina then let go and stepped back, her discomfort with even that brief moment of connection evident. “But that isn’t what you’re doing. You aren’t going to miss the birth of your child.”

“Then why do I hate this so much?” he asked, his jaw aching as he clenched it.

“Because living day to day without the person you love feels like torture sometimes,” Regina said. “There’s an ending in sight for you, though. Focus on that.”

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