Summary: Emma is cursed with a Wakeful Curse, and needs True Love’s Kiss to save her life. When Killian tries, and the kiss doesn’t work, all hope seems lost. Or is it? CS (True Love story, s3B canon divergence-ish) oneshot
a/n: This is set during s3B, but doesn’t follow canon much. Don’t worry too much about the plot that brought them here, because I didn’t. xD
It just had to be a Wakeful Curse, didn’t it?
Killian was out of breath, lungs burning, chest tight as he ran.
Zelena had wanted Emma out of the way, but couldn't kill her, for whatever reason. So, instead, the witch decided to curse her, and send her somewhere she coined whereno one loves you, and no one can save you, so you understand what it’s like to be me, and pushed Emma through a portal back to the Enchanted Forest. Killian had barely made it to her in time to jump into the portal as well.
And the bloody witch had been right about her threat, because they might be in the Enchanted Forest, but they were in the bloody middle of nowhere, nothing but trees and trees and trees, not even a person or a hut to be found, not even after over a day of searching. Emma hasn’t slept in over forty hours, and Killian had only allowed himself four, falling asleep in exhaustion riddled with nightmares, of losing her before he even got her.
And all he could think above his panic as he ran back to her, his heart constricted because he’d left to find help and there was no help to find, was the moment they had gotten here, the moment all of his hopes and his only desire ever since he’d bloody fallen in love with her, had died.
They landed hard on the forest floor, and Killian coughed hard, immediately getting himself off the ground, to her.
She was lifting herself painfully up, and he helped her, holding her even after she was on her feet, keeping her steady, keeping him steady. “Love,” he gasped. “Are you… are you all right?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
Zelena had hit her with the curse, a Wakeful Curse, she’d called it, because she’d needed Emma dead, not asleep, the moment before sending Emma through the portal. And thank the bloody gods he’d found her before the portal had closed.
“I didn’t know they made ‘wakeful’ curses,” said Emma nervously, brows furrowed, like she was trying to feel if something inside her was wrong.
“Nor did I,” said Killian honestly. “Emma, if you can’t sleep…” his voice trailed off, panic shaking it.
