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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
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- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
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- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
- 81-82
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Killian Jones
Killian smiles down at the baby in his arms, his smile widening at the giggle she gives him. He didn't know many children, but Aveena is the happiest one he's ever seen; something that both he and Milah are thankful for. "You'll have your own ship when you're older," he tells the baby in a cheerful tone reserved only for her and Milah," your own crew, and a trail of broken hearts behind you. I bet you'll be as fearless as your mother, Vee." Aveena giggles, squirming happily in his arms, bringing one little hand up to play with his lips.
"I don't think you'd let her out of your sight long enough to break a man's heart." He winks at Milah, taking one of his daughter's hands in his own. At just six months old, Aveena looked more like her father than ever and Killian took great pride in it. Who wouldn't want to look like him, he's bloody gorgeous! "Don't listen to your father, Vee, you'll just end up infuriated." Killian places the hand not full of his daughter over his chest in mock pain.
"You wound me." Milah grins, leaning in to kiss him as well as she could with the infant between them. "I love you, wench."
"And I love you, pirate."
Morgan
I stay curled up in my corner, leaning against the rough stone wall as Cora and Emma examine a still unconscious Mary Margret. I study Cora from my position, a small voice telling me that she's worse than anyone I've ever met, though I can't quite figure out why. I've never met her before, I've never even heard her name before, but she isn't someone I intend to get all buddy-buddy with anytime soon either. Papa's always told me to follow my instincts and right now they're telling me to let the magic in me gain strength because I'll need it soon enough. Maybe I could use it to get back to Storybrooke. "Why are you here," I hear Emma ask Cora, perking my interest.
"I'm here because of something my daughter did," Cora answers hesitantly," the curse that ravished this land...She cast it." Holy mother of Galifrey, this is the bitch everyone refuses to talk about? She's the one that set Regina on her path to destroy happiness and gave my father a pupil! I always assumed she was some old crone with immense power, but from what I see she's the exact opposite; while there is some magic inside her, there's not enough to worry about. Like as not, she relied on some talisman or another to really do anything before the curse.
"Regina," Emma state in disbelief. "You're Regina's mother?"
"Yes, but you've nothing to fear from me. The apple fell very far from the tree, believe me." Why should we? "You're from over there, aren't you?" Cora smiles, looking over all of us, her gaze lingering on me for a second longer than necessary. "How'd you get back?" While Emma and Cora had been talking, Mary Margret began to stir, clutching her head with her brows scrunched together as if in pain. If that lady is actually who she says she is, then things are about to get really interesting. Mary Margret slowly stands up, her dark eyes fixed on Cora with an expression of fear and anxiety on her face. "Oh, Snow," Cora smiles. "You're awake, I'm so relieved." If you're relieved Mary Margret's awake, then I'm Ciel Phantomhive. Mary Margret, takes hold of Emma's arms, pushing her back from Cora.
"As bad as you think Regina is," she tells Emma," this woman is worse. Just ask, Morgan." Again, Cora glances at me, but I avoid her gaze and look down at my shoes instead. The last thing I need right now is for Cora to find out who my Papa is because if that happens, I'm as good as dead. I know there was tension between my Papa and Cora, but I'm not certain of the reason or how deep her hatred for him runs.
"Oh, Snow." Cora's all apologetic now, all warning signs pointing towards her bad acting. "Sweet Snow, please. Believe me, whatever she told you isn't true; I just want to help you." Mary Margret has Emma positioned behind her in case Cora tried something—I also notice she's positioned them both slightly in front of me.
"Let's just hear her out," Emma whispers to her mom.
"Emma." Mary Margret shakes her head firmly, against any idea that she and Cora could get along.
"Okay, right now we are at the bottom of a hole with no other options, and Henry is back in Storybrooke with Regina." I tense at the mention of Henry, looking up at Emma like she's some new type of stupid I've just uncovered.
"Who's Henry," Cora asks. I jump up from my spot on the ground to cut Emma off.
"He's none of your damn business," I growl, not wanting Henry brought up at all in front of this hag. "Emma, keep your mouth shut; I trust this woman as far as I can throw her."
"Enough," a man from the entrance above us shouts, lowering a rope for us to climb up. "Our leader requests an audience!" Well, isn't that just lovely.
Killian Jones
Killian looks up from his work as a soft, sad voice floats on the wind towards his station, eyebrows scrunched together at the unfamiliar melody. He grabs the arm of the person walking past him, making the woman turn to face him. "Who is that singing," he asks.
"One of the prisoners, she was a court minstrel for Snow White and Prince Charming. Lancelot wanted to prove she wasn't just lying to him, so he made her sing." The woman walks on, Killian's arm falling to his side as he listens to the song. If he closes his eyes, he can almost imagine that it is Milah singing to their daughter on those nights where they slept out on the deck of the Jolly Rodger, Aveena snuggled between them. He follows the sound, maneuvering through the crowd that had gathered around Lancelot's table. Sitting there was Lancelot, a beautiful blonde woman that he wouldn't mind having a taste of, Snow White, and a girl that he didn't think he'd see for a while yet. Aveena looks nothing like her mother, the only resemblance he can spot being her singing.
"Passing bells and sculpted angels—cold and monumental—seem for you the wrong companions, you were warm and gentle. Too many years fighting back tears; why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again; knowing we must say goodbye. Try to forgive, teach me to live—give me the strength to try. No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing across the wasted years! Help me say goodbye, help me say goodbye."
He could feel tears sliding down his face at his daughter's completely helpless tone, wishing he could just run forward and embrace the girl in his arms and shout that he's here and he would never leave her again, but one glance form Lancelot—or should he say Cora—has him rooted to the spot. There's no point is risking his revenge and having his daughter with him permanently just for one foolhardy notion. There are tears on Aveena's face as well, the teen quickly wiping them away when she reopens her eyes; those eyes that are still exactly like his own.
I will have you back soon enough, Vee, I promise you that much.
A happy moment for Killian from back when he had two hands! Lol, I couldn't help giving Aveena/Morgan that cute little nickname; I figured her parents must have had one for her since Rumple does.
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