#OnceUponATime #Fanfic Friday – Killian Contemplates Fatherhood

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Captain’s Choice is a fanfic made of supporting stories that take place in and around The Memory Keeper series. In this scene, Killian has just accidentally learned that Emma is carrying his child, and while Emma slumbers peacefully, he contemplates just what that means to him . . .


Holy God.

He took a moment just to let it all sink in. He’d spent so long not worrying about the possibility of ever impregnating anyone, that it hadn’t even occurred to him. There had been so many women – surely after all this time they numbered in the hundreds at the very least. A disjointed smattering of names and faces and body parts – some more memorable than others and very few worth a return visit.

Yet in all that tomcatting he’d been careful. The last thing he ever wanted was a bastard child of his out there somewhere, growing up without a father. He’d sought out a witch and paid for a spell long ago that protected him from any such eventuality. Once it took hold he would be unable to get anyone with child – unless he truly wanted to.

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#OnceUponATime #Fanfic Friday: Killian And Emma Meet Again In “Mr. Jones”

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In my latest Once Upon A Time fanfic, Mr. Jones, Killian has been thrown into an unfamiliar world – ours – but without the benefit of his memories. They’re simmering under the surface, but he’s having a devil of a time getting to any of them.

In this scene, he meets his new neighbor – someone who seems to be vaguely familiar. . .


He’d just settled down on the tattered couch with a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup when he heard the crash. A neighbor’s voice carried through her open window.

“Keep it down out there!” she yelled.

Killian set his dinner on the coffee table and walked to the door, opening it. He stared down the row, first left, then right. A box full of odds and ends – an old lamp, a digital alarm clock, some clothes, a few dishes – was scattered across the balcony walkway, but there was no one in sight. He pulled his door shut behind him and scratched his head as he stared at the mess.

“What the devil?” he muttered, glancing up to see if someone had dropped it off the roof, when suddenly the door open in the neighboring apartment. A woman – a beautiful woman, he silently amended, with the most glorious cloud of blonde hair stepped through, then froze in her tracks, startled, when she saw him.

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