AN: This will be a short multi-chapter fic and by short I mean in chapters and in length of said chapters although I believe it doesn't lack its usual charm and style or uniqueness you've come to expect from my writing. Again, like my other fics this wasn't very well thought out before I wrote it and is a terrible idea because I have far too many projects going on and not a lot of time to write them but I really wanted to write this trope. This story will be smutty because it's me so prepare yourselves. This is un-beta'd. *exhales deeply* Here goes nothing…

Prologue

Tales of lost love have weaved themselves into the fabric of every story in existence.

Separated by forces beyond their control, parting them for all time.

Cautionary legends of tragic heartbreak and loss; deities calling out frantically to their partners from the depths of the ocean where they perished trying to reunite with their true loves that live on in the distant wails echoed in the hallowing winds as the water crests and falls in waves amongst the golden shores serve as the as a lonely reminder of their existence.

This remains true for all.

All except one-

The Pirate and the Mermaid.

This is their tale…

"Are you happy my love?" Killian inquired, a distinctive grin plastered on his handsome face, down on bended knee as Emma twirled around him.

She smiled shyly, her ruby painted lips betraying her thoughts as he stood, enclosing her back in his embrace as they continued to dance. "Blissfully." She answered whimsically as he led her in the remainder of the dance.

The pair moved with an unmistakable charm and grace in their steps, her body pulled flush to his, her dainty hand clasped in his strong one, their eyes never faltering as they lost themselves in the moment of being together.

They had both walked through hell and back to be with one another, their happy ending finally in sight when heavy gusts of wind swept through the entirety of the castle plunging everything into darkness. Panicked shrieks and cries echoed off the walls, the music fading into silence as the partygoers stilled their actions.

Emma's hands fell limply against Killian's waist and shoulder, his grip tightening in apprehension as they both scanned the crowd completely disillusioned in the wake of the impending chaos.

The distant creak of the door drew their eyes westward, their gazes trained on a heaving figure stumbling into the ball room, his eyes wide as he gasped for breath. He gripped his chest, his breath short and weak as he crumbled to the floor.

Emma looked on as her mother lifted her skirts and pushed her way through the crowd with little protest to meet the man convulsing on the ground. She knelt down beside him, her beautiful doe-like green eyes full of concern as one hand fell to his sweaty forehead, the other clasping his fist as he bit down against the pain coursing through his body.

"Your majesty…" He stuttered, his voice choked as he continued to fight for air.

The queen gave him a reassuring smile before the fear claimed her making her blood run cold. She turned her head behind her, her face giving away the severity of the situation to her husband who stood stiffly from his throne overlooking the ball.

King David set his mouth into a thin line, his knuckles turning white at his sides as his wife once again met the eyes of the weak man before her.

His face turned a light purplish hue, his body paralyzed as he choked out his warning, "she's coming," before his face fell to the same paralysis that corrupted his body.

The queen watched in horror as his skin grew cold and hard, his body taking on a marbled tone that mirrored that of the many statues gracing the castle. She quickly withdrew her hand as if burned and leaned back against her heels, her back facing her guests as her shoulders slumped in crippling defeat.

David bounded off the platform, sprinting towards the lingering couple in the middle of the dance floor and paused next to Killian, giving his shoulder a bruising grip as he dropped his voice into a low rumble meant only for his ears, "get her out of here now."

Killian gave him a single nod of understanding, the hand holding her waist now moving to her wrist in what could only be described as a death grip.

"Goodbye, Emma."

She was given no warning as she was ushered away from the party like a limp rag doll, her father's whispered words of goodbye ringing in her ears as she was distanced from her family. Tears sprung her eyes blurring her vision as she was dragged behind Killian who set his feet at a maddening pace trying to give them as much separation from everyone else as possible.

Her feet ached, slowing her down as she struggled to not trip over the train of her ball gown.

"Please love, we have to hurry." He urged on as his wary princess leaned against his side.

Muffled screams pierced the air and the doors to the ball room slammed shut ominously.

Emma slipped off her shoes, losing most of her discomfort as they ran towards the staircase, glass windows shattering behind them.

They raced up the stairs and turned down a long corridor before shutting themselves away in the room at the end of the hall.

Killian barred the door shut and rested his forehead firmly against the door, his shoulders shaking with anger before bringing his fist down roughly against it, his other hand wrapping around the vile dangling from his neck.

"Killian…" She whimpered behind him causing him to turn around.

He groaned helplessly at the sight of his beautiful princess, tears running unabashed down her porcelain face as broken sobs wrecked her body.

Killian strode over to her, closing the distance between them and captured her face in his hands, his forehead resting against hers as his face contorted into pure agony.

"I don't want to do this." She panted between her cries of despair.

"I know love, I know." He acknowledged, his voice taking on an almost pleading manner as he pressed reverent kisses to the top of her golden hair.

"I can't be apart from you." She breathed resolutely, her throat raw with emotion.

"You won't even notice. It will be as though I never existed. You can't miss someone you never knew." He tried to reassure her to little avail.

She pulled his hand toward her, setting it over her beating heart, placing her hand over his, both their pulses racing. "It can erase our memories but it can't erase this. That is something magic can't undo. I will still feel the void in my heart."

"I love you," He pressed his lips to hers for a bruising kiss, tasting the saltiness of her tears. "I love you so much."

Her eyes fluttered shut as she wept, her grief overwhelming her as she slumped against him.

He pulled away from her with all the strength he could muster letting her body crumple to the floor in a heap of scarlet fabric and turned away from her, no longer able to bare the torture of seeing her in the state she was in.

Killian uncorked the top from the vile by tugging on the chain around his neck, ripping the pieces apart and putting the bottle to his lips.

If they were to have any hope of succeeding she would need a push.

He had to go first.

It had to be him.

He tipped his head back, downing the contents of the vile before it slipped past his fingertips and hurdled towards the floor where it shattered into small unrecognizable fragments.

Emma shuttered at the sound and lifted her head to see her one true love, his blue eyes red with unshed tears.

She reached out toward him desperately, her finger tips barely reaching his as he said, "find me," before he dissolved into dust in front of her eyes.

The wind scattered his ashes out the open window, his name dying on her lips as she curled into herself.

Her fingers closed around the vile, her face ashen as she tugged it from its lid, "I will find you," she vowed before downing the liquid in one gulp.

Her body felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside out, her bones liquefying as one by one everything she knew was torn away from her leaving a hallow shell of a person she didn't know and soon enough even that disappeared.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

Regina stomped through the graveyard of stone statues, a victorious smirk painting her lips before stopping at the last person in the ball room undergoing the vicious transformation- her step daughter.

Snow coughed and sputtered, the metallic taste in her mouth leaving little to be desired but managed a hardy laugh, "your too late."

Regina's face fell and she scowled, towering over the once great Snow White as she took her last breaths before the curse consumed her.

"We will see about that." She leaned forward, her face level with Snow's, taking great pride in her enemy's less than lifelike state, "we will just see about that." She spat venomously before tugging at her cape and whirling around leaving the castle and its inhabitants in their persevered forms to only be awoken when the Princess shared true loves kiss with her love which would be extremely difficult when there was a fin involved.