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Do you, Killian Jones take this woman to be your wife and love her for all eternity?  Do you, Emma Swan, take this man to be your husband and love him for all eternity?
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Archie during the CS wedding ceremony.

This gave me Chills.  (Yes, Chills with a capital “c”).  Could not have come up with a better wording if I tried.  For this couple, this amazing, wonderful, couple of dreams, “till death do you part” just doesn’t cut it, because death can’t destroy their love.  Death can’t break their bond.  Their hearts are united for all eternity.  

If anyone needs me, I’ll be busy ugly sobbing uncontrollably from the sheer perfection of it all.  

Originally posted by comatose-with-common-sense

Ok, now I’m going to bed for real.

OUAT: Snowing, you get virginal True Love!

OUAT: Ariel, you get interspecies True Love!

OUAT: Cinderella, you get True Love over class!

OUAT: Rumbelle, you get a complex True Love!

OUAT: Ruby Slippers, you get over the rainbow (GAY!) True Love!

OUAT: Zades, you get the evilest True Love!

Henry: Me?

Emma and Regina: You’re too young for romantic TL. 

OUAT: They’re right, that’s why you’ve got parental True Love instead!

Henry: OK I guess…

Regina: Hey. I’m old enough. But you’ve killed both of my boyfriends before we even had TLK. Why? Am I ever finding my romantic True Love?

Emma: Come to think of it, how come none of mine and Killy’s kisses ever break no curse either? Or my heart- I couldn’t share it with him like my parents share theirs. He’s supposed to be my TL, so why haven’t we made any magic- instead I keep breaking curses with Regina?

Regina: Care to explain?

OUAT  - sweats nervously -

Emma and Regina: Why are we the only ones who haven’t shared romantic True Lo- OH!

- Emma and Regina look at each other -

OUAT: YOU CAN’T KISS YET, IT’S NOT SEASON 7!

2

CS AU: Emma and Killian on their wedding day in the Enchanted Forest

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They say it’s bad luck, terrible luck, to see the bride before the wedding, but it’s an accident. Completely an accident. She’s making her way down to the Jolly Roger and Killian’s in his cabin, nervous fingers fumbling on the buttons of his coat when he looks up and spies her through the window. A smile ghosts on her lips as she trails behind her parents.  

In minutes the ceremony will begin up on deck. They’re going to be married. Mr & Mrs Killian Jones. 

And if he can’t tear his eyes away can anyone really blame him?

She’s stunning. 

Distance Part 2

“It would be wrong of me to make you believe that I could ever love you the way you want me to.”

Killian’s words ring in Emma’s ears as the minutes tick by and her feet pound hard against the empty sidewalks throughout Storybrooke. 

How could he say that to her? How could he after all they’d been through? The Enchanted Forest, their first meeting, him coming back to help save the town, Neverland, their first kiss… 

She can still feel the leather of his jacket gripped tightly in her fists, the way his hand held the back of her head, their foreheads pressing together.  Her lips actually ache for another kiss, for just one more moment of just being together. Living. 

“I’m sorry.”

Killian’s words send her emotions and thoughts swirling again. 

Why?

Why is he saying this? Doing this to her?

Was it just the thrill of the chase for him? The challenge of tearing her walls down brick by brick and finally getting her to fall for him, finally get her to admit that she was just a little bit in love with him? 

“He wouldn’t,” Emma whispers to remind herself. He isn’t like the others. Killian wouldn’t take the last fragment of her broken heart, the last little shriveled up piece she has to offer, and run with it. 

He’s not them.

She twists around corners, winding around the empty streets, idly searching for him. She doesn’t know why she’s going after him. It’s not at all in her nature. But there’s this pang in her chest. A searing, burning pain as if she’s being ripped in half, and she know’s she needs to find him. Know’s that that little voice screaming at her in a panic to find him find him find him isn’t just a coincidence. 

Emma get’s herself good and lost. That’s a good way to find someone. Everyone gets a little lost every once and a while. 

“Killian?” Emma calls. Her breath fogs in the freezing air around her. 

Nighttime noises are all around her, but there’s something else there. She just needs to focus and single it out. See where it’s coming from.

“I know you’re there!" 

She pauses, waiting. Listening. 

A street over, there’s a loud thwack! sound and someone cries out in surprise and pain.

Killian!

Her heart screams and she bolts for him. 

Emma hears him before she see’s him. Lying face down on the ground, not moving. There’s blood on his cheek and just above his eyebrow, the one that goes up a little higher then the other when he smirks cheekily at her. 

"Hey!” Emma yells. She runs for him, boots sliding on the slushy ground. She slips, and wasting no time, begins to crawl towards him. 

I’m not worth it,” Killian murmurs. His eyes flutter once, never settling on her, never seeing her even as she grabs his arms and rolls him over onto his back. His lids close and the rise and fall of his chest slows considerably.

“Killian!” Emma shakes him. 

His head lolls to one side, but other then that he doesn’t move. 

She puts her blonde head to his chest, places her ear right above his heart. The beats are slow. Too slow. 

She’s losing him. 

“No! No, you are not leaving me, Killian Jones!” Emma screams. Her nose and eyes water and her frozen fingers dig in her back pocket of her jeans for her cell phone. 

Killian’s heart isn’t stopping, but it isn;t beating right either. It’s like he’s half dead. Sleeping. Deep sleeping. 

Emma know’s this. She know’s what’s happening here from when she broke the first curse. Henry had taken a bite of the poisoned apple turnover. 

Without even knowing it, she’s dialed David’s number. The phone rings tree time before he picks up.

“Emma?” David demands, his voice filled with concern.

And her heart breaks. She wants him there beside her. To be here with her because she can hardly look at Killian when he looks like this. She wants to be comforted by her father like a little girl does when there’s monsters under the bed. To be held in his arms and not have to carry all the burden. 

“Daddy,” Emma whimpers. 

“Where are you?” David demands. A door slams on his end of the line and a car starts. He’s coming for her. 

He’s coming to rescue her.

“It’s Killian.”

—-

The machines beep a steady pattern. Blip… Beep… Blip… Beep

Killian’s hand is cold- ice cold- in her own. 

“It’s only going to get worse,” David say’s, squeezing Emma’s shoulders. 

They both watch Killian lying there, tubes going in and out of him. His breathing hasn’t changed, but Emma can’t remember clearly how bad it had been with Henry. 

No mother wants to remember the time her child almost died.

David clears his throat. 

“You could try it, you know,” he say’s slowly.

It?” Emma asks even though she’s certain she know’s what he’s trying to say without saying it. 

“It’s broken more curses then I can count, Em.”

“But what if it does’t work?” Emma say’s, sniffling. “What if, just this once, it doesn’t work? What am I supposed to do then? How do I fix it?”

She’s desperate for an answer because trying True Love’s Kiss isn’t what freaks her out. It’s the possibility of it not working. Of Killian not waking up. Of him being stuck like that forever or until someone decides to end his misery and pull the plug. 

They’re not going to take you, Emma thinks, fiercely. 

“You won’t know unless you try,” David say’s.

Emma turns her red-rimmed, tired eyes on him. He sighs and rubs the stubble along his jaw. 

“I’m sorry it has to be like this." 

Emma shrugs her shoulders even as he pulls her in for a tight hug and cups the back of her head with his strong head, holding her like he would have if he’d ever have gotten the chance to be her father and rock her in his arms as a baby. 

"Take a leap of faith,” David whispers. He let’s her go and leaves the room to give her a moment. 

“What do you say, love? Take a leap of faith and give it a go?" 

Emma let’s out a small choking sound. She quickly presses her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she sobs quietly. 

"I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want to lose you,” she repeats over and over to Killian’s still form. She wonders if he can hear her. Somewhere in that dream state of his. Is it possible he could hear her. 

“I love you,” Emma whispers. 

And then, before she really understands what she’s doing, she’s leaning over the side of his bed and placing the softest kiss against his lips. 

One second…

Two…

Three…

It’s not working!

Panic fills her chest and she begins to cry harder when the ground beneath her feet begins to shake. She’s jerked violently to the side, stumbling. 

It’s a magic she’s only felt once before. And this time it’s stronger. Big, huge, and powerful. 

Green mist rises up from Killian’s mouth, floating in a small green cloud. It’s magic and not her own. 

Zelena!

Emma’s eye’s widen as she realizes that’s why he pushed her away. To keep her safe. Her and her family and friends. Protecting them. Being the hero once again. 

But now she’s gone and kissed him and she wonders what the curse possibly could have been and if it’s somehow affected her or him now. 

She waits, but the cloud evaporates there in front of her eyes. 

“Love I hate to be pushy,” a voice suddenly rises up from the bed. Killian squints up at her through one eye.

“But I was hoping for a second kiss."