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Liam was slightly surprised at how she did not expect to be given the information. Why would he withhold it from her? Those were her parents, she had every right to care about them and every right to information about their safety and whereabouts. He smiled almost sadly at her. Once upon a time, he would have paid the devil for the whereabouts of his father. But he had been betrayed by the man. Emma on the other hand had been given to him to keep safe in more than one way. “Emma, I will give you whatever information about your family that I will gather over time. Whatever knowledge I have off them, you shall have as well, the good as well as the bad, as long as you’re inclined not to kill the messenger.” Aka him then. So much could still happen, but for now the King and Queen were safe in exile and so was their daughter, in exile and married, away from the Queen and probably away from her interest. She might just see the fact that she married no prince, that she was a lowly Captains wife, nothing fancy. If only she knew this wasn’t the plan at all. Liam kissed his wife back softly, still feeling glad she seemed to be at ease with him. It would make their marriage a lot easier. Once parted he couldn’t help himself. Her cheeks turned a delicious pink, like ripe peaches and he just had to kiss her cheeks. 

“Dinner is indeed, ready. Shall we go or shall I bring it to you?” He’d do whatever made her feel comfortable. For now, he didn’t have intentions of letting go of her. The soft touches were comforting, even to him. “You know you have full choice in here. This night shall be commanded by what you want above traditions. I am fully prepared to lie about tonight, if you’re not comfortable with this, Emma. This goes at your pace and I shall comply with what you command. Though, don’t think I don’t desire you, Emma.”


Emma Swan

His brother, always prepared to set his head straight and remind him of their childhood. He might have raised him, but eventually they had become equally caring about each other. As kids, Liam had done everything he could to feed him, even gave Killian a bit more to ensure he’d grow and be happy. As kids, he had done everything for Killian, only expecting a hug or two in return, which Killian had always freely given and so much more. Now they both gave each other equal support. Now, whenever Liam was injured, Killian effortlessly took over the entire household and nursed him back to health and vice versa.

“No… she always awaited us with open arms, eager to hear our stories.” And eager to check them for injuries or sicknesses. Not even that had kept her way from the both of us. She would indeed accept either of them unconditionally. With them she knew already what husband she would be getting. She would know exactly what would await her, so should she accept him to court her and to marry her, she knew what would be ahead of her already. And he’d be damned if he didn’t try to better their position through hard work. Though he still doubted, even as Killian said he knew them, even as he claimed Elizabeth felt the same. What if he saw the right signs, but misjudged them because she loved Killian, not him? Who in their right mind would not fall for a handsome young man like Killian, but the serious brother instead?

“Of course she values love above all, I know that Killian. And I know she’d rather marry for love than for position. Iknow that. But what if you’re wrong? What if she’s fallen for you, not me?”


Killian Jones

Captain Liam Jones watched as the water slowly turned red. It was not a sight he liked, but one he had to endure. Now, less than before. His stomach had gotten to the sight and smell of blood, as it coated his clothing often. Like his brother, he had switched to blacks and dark colors, which was more handy with the blood stains than the white and beige navy uniform they previously wore. Slowly all men trickled back to the ship, finishing whatever skirmish they had been engaged in previously. Originally the captain had intended to try to avoid as much bloodshed as possible. 

Liam had just put his scabbard away as he helped a few men back on board. “Be careful of the water. Half of you rats can’t swim and with the amount of the blood in the water only idiots will dive after you to save you.” He knew any shark close by could smell the massacre. They’d use it and at least try human. Even if they didn’t specifically kill humans, a single bite could end a life. “Where’s my first mate?” He couldn't spot him among the people climbing back on board. Knowing him, he was right in the back, helping someone.

Fine, his brother admitting he had been a pirate, caused Liam to freeze for a second. They spent so many years rejecting piracy, focusing on doing the honorable thing and now he had to find out that Killian, after all the time succumbed to that? How could he? And why? What could have brought Lieutenant Jones to this drastic measures of becoming a pirate? Liam remembered all those occasions where he met pirates, where his brother met them, how they were screwed over. He remembered an attack on a city, launched by pirates in which many lives were lost. He remembered his own frantic searching of their house after one pirate attack where kids were abducted, only to find his brother safe in the keep of Elizabeths family to protect him. He remembered a sailors slit throat the horror of the sound the escaping breath of the dying soldier made. How could Killian become one of them? Yet he tried, so hard to not let the surprise and horror be seen in his eyes. This was Killian. This was his brother, his brother of whom this Emma spoke so highly, his brother who valued honor and a code…. A code.

Slowly other memories came to him as well: Pirates stealing to ensure their families safety. Words exchanged to ensure a fair trial between pirates, a fairer trial than what the man would have gotten from their king. He remembered a fellow captain approaching him, telling him to take the Jewel and turn his back on the king and become a pirate. Liam refused, for honor and Killian sake. Slowly the picture became clearer to him. Just because he was a pirate, does not mean he became a monster, one of those kinds. That was just not in him. And he heard it in every following word. As he said he hurt others, was on a quest for vengeance for the woman he loved. Now, that was the Killian he knew, a man who knew a conscience and who protected his loved ones at all costs. Speaking of: He became a pirate, it made sense to him then. He turned from the king and that was good. Liam, had he survived dreamshade, would have been on the same path with him. It was sealed the moment they both chose to reveal the kings plans. As fiancé to Elizabeth and well respected Captain of the Navy, respected especially by the King, he had power, but not limitless powers. Had they been unlucky, piracy would have been the way for both of them, for the King would have likely wanted to kill them both. Who was he to judge, when his own path was headed in the same direction?

“You god damn, idiot, Killian!”, Liam exclaimed. He pulled him back in for another hug and then ruffled his hair as he had done when they were young boys. “And you think that bothers me? Killian, had I survived, I would have become a pirate myself and knowing you, you would have followed me into piracy. We planned on exposing the kings vile ways. Despite the power we held, despite the peoples support, we fought a losing battle that day. He would have cast us out or sentenced us to death. Piracy would have been our only option in the end, either way. And what you say, this… this is my brother.” He took a step back and placed his hand on Killians heart. “My brother loves deeply and honestly, whoever harms his loved ones has to reckon with consequences. And given your wrath, I am sure this person deserved whatever pain you caused him. I know you, little brother. Can’t you hear it? Your conscience, it tells you what you did was wrong. No vile man, no monster, no villain has a conscience like that, no clarity like that. I have every reason to be proud of you, brother. You have not failed me at all. Don’t you see? I would have turned against all the authorities in heaven and hell for you and sought revenge for you and Elizabeth, too. You retained your humanity, you made mistakes, but here you are, seeing them. You stupid idiot.” The last words were spoken with all the brotherly affection he held.


Killian Jones

Liam slowly entered the cabin, hoping she was decent. As it happened it appeared she was. He was glad about it. This marriage was probably taking a toll on either way, so he wanted to be sure to always respect her boundaries. That included being as kind and considerate as possible. And it would include lying for her, if he had to, especially about the consummation of their marriage. He was surprised though at her choice of night dress and robe. It appeared to him that she wanted to stay in here or close to the quarters. Then again she had just traveled here, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was just exhausted and wanted to rest. Liam would be perfectly fine with that. 

“There is no need to apologize, Emma. You have all the time you need here. You’re on my ship, so luckily I make the rules. If I say my wife gets to do as she wishes not a single sailor will question it, least of all me.” She’d get used to it, eventually. Eventually they’d know each other well enough for her not to apologize for something like that. Liam reached for her hand, his thumb tracing a pattern on the back of her hand, while his other hand was placed gently on her cheek.

“I can help you with that, Emma. They should be safe. They have boarded a ship after you did, heading towards the islands in the north. The kingdom of Arendelle will grant them sanctuary. The Evil Queen might try to reach it, but by the time she does, they will be warned. They are safe, for now. As are you.”


Emma Swan

“I hope so.” He couldn’t wait, but at the same time he was nervous of it. While he knew time did not leave people the way they were, he hoped his brother was still in essence Killian. Then again nothing in this world could make him stop loving the younger man. Why should he? There was something very important in their relationship, which was their past, the shared past of having to be there for each other. Their relationship was simply unique that way, with him having to be not only big brother but also some form of father – something that cause Liam to still hate the man with a passion. Leaving him was one thing, but Killian? He was so small and innocent, why would he just abandon him on a freaking ship? But that didn’t matter now. What did was to have his love back and maybe to have a second chance. Maybe they lived long enough to finally marry. She deserved it.

“Well I hope you get to meet her, love. She… she is perfect for him as far as I can tell. She is not only a curse breaker, but also the Sherriff of this town. But that’s not even what’s important to me. You should have heard her speak of him, so highly, almost adoringly. She truly loves him. And he loves her. She recognized me, Elizabeth. Can you imagine that? She recognized me, a complete stranger. Killian has spoken to her about me and you know how he is, he keeps what hurts him to himself unless he absolutely trusts someone. And he trusted her enough to tell her about me, in so much detail that she could tell who I was just by looking at me. He loves her.”


@elizabeth