ROMANCE RUMORS CONFIRMED

We have long suspected a possible romance between Kings and Queens stars Emma Swan and Killian Jones. Between the sizzling chemistry on screen and the sightings in real life, we could only assume a love affair has been going on in the months they've worked together. Now it seems our suspicions are confirmed. Emma Swan was spotted again leaving her co-star's house. Only this time, she left with a kiss (see below). Now we know they can't possibly deny the rumours. The only question is, how long will it last? We've pulled together the biggest celebrity breakups of the past few years. Take a look!

Emma snorts and places the magazine on the bedside table, almost knocking over her lamp in the process. She's too frustrated to notice. Don't the media have something better to do than stalk celebrities and shove their lives in front of everyone? Emma wouldn't care, except what they write affects not only her, but Henry as well.

"I think we'll last longer than Harry Styles and Taylor Swift, love," comes Killian's voice from beside her.

"What?"

"Harry Styles and Taylor Swift. They were at the top of the list." He chuckles at her dumbfounded expression. "You didn't read it?"

She shoots him a smile and a raised eyebrow. "You did?"

"I'm partial to celebrity gossip from time to time. You know, when it doesn't include me."

She nods, still smiling. It's amazing. She hasn't felt this happy in years. Suddenly Killian comes along and it's like she's walking through fields of flowers and dancing to songs no-one else can hear. It wasn't like this with Neal, and she doesn't think it'll be like this with anyone else ever.

"So…" she begins, suddenly very interested in her fingers. "How long do you think we'll last?"

"I think…" He pauses. She chances a glance over at him. He grins at her. "I'm not going to think about it. Hopefully, a long time. But if not… I'll be grateful for the time I've had with you. And then I'll move on to Angelina Jolie or someone who is equally delicious."

"Ha!" She aims a cushion at his head.

"Oi!" But he's laughing, his shoulders shaking.

She aims another blow but it falls short of the target, rolling across the bed. He pulls her down into the mattress so she's lying on her back. He props himself up on his elbow, gazing down at her.

"You know…" he says, trailing his fingertips down her neck. She shivers under his touch. "I actually met Angelina Jolie once."

"You did?" Her voice comes out as a strange mix of jealousy and awe.

"Mm." He catches a lock of her hair between his fingers. "She wasn't as beautiful as you, though."

She rolls her eyes. "Were you this charming to her?"

"I'm being serious."

"So am I."

He pauses, a smile playing on his lips. "No, I wasn't this charming to her. And I didn't do this to her." He leans down and kisses her on the lips softly.

She kisses him back, unable to stop her own smile. Why did she wait so long to be so open with him? She was missing out on so much, especially his kisses. These lazy morning kisses that make her feel a happy warmth throughout her whole body. Of course, that is until his kisses turn more heated and she feels another type of warmth altogether.

He pulls her further down the bed, so her head is half on the pillow and half off. It would be uncomfortable if she wasn't so distracted by his kisses, which dip down to her neck. His stubble brushes against her skin, prickly but not unpleasant. Never unpleasant.

And soon she's whispering incoherent murmurs into the pillow and curling her fingers in his hair and everything is a sweet whirl of-

"Hey, Mom have you seen my - OH MY GOD, NO."

They didn't even hear the door open.

But Henry stands in the door frame, mouth hanging open, pale with eyes blown wide. He doesn't move but instead seems frozen to the spot. He wrinkles his nose, as if slightly disgusted.

"Henry!" Emma exclaims, feeling the heat in her face. She tries to keep her voice light as she says, "Why don't you knock, kid?"

Henry doesn't answer her but turns on his heel and stalks out the room, shouting, "I see enough of that on the SHOW. God Mom."

Emma groans and falls back onto her pillow. Killian flops down beside her, neck red from embarrassment. They exchange glances, but Emma knows instantly that this is the smallest of bumps there could possibly be. After everything that happened with Gold, this is nothing. She'll just have to sit Henry down and explain the situation. Unfortunately, he's old enough to know exactly what they were doing.

So they might as well get back to it.

The doorbell rings. Emma, who's busy making pancakes, gestures for Killian to come over. He does so and takes the pan from her when she moves out the way. She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before she runs off to the door.

Henry beats her to it. And Emma's glad he does.

Elsa stands at the door, holding three plastic boxes of strawberries. They're bright red, like little hearts. She's dressed casually in jeans, her hair pulled back in a braid.

"I hope I'm not late to the party. But I brought strawberries." She holds up the boxes.

Henry doesn't speak. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. No words, not even any sounds. Like this morning, he's frozen on the spot, though Emma suspects for a very different reason.

"You're the first one to arrive," Emma says, unable to stop her smile. "Henry, why don't you step back to let Elsa in?"

Henry gives a start and quickly rushes out of the way. He's almost as red as the strawberries and he can't keep his eyes off Elsa. He tries, but they keep darting back to her.

"It's nice to meet you Henry," she says, flashing him a bright smile.

He looks like he's on the verge of fainting, but to Emma's utter relief, he speaks.

"I love you," he rushes out. Then, when realising what he's said, his eyes widen. "I-I mean I love your character. Your show. I don't love you. That- that would be silly, I-I mean…"

"I hear you," she says, with a knowing smile. "Thanks, Henry."

She kisses his cheek and moves on to the kitchen. As soon as she's gone, Henry visibly deflates, his hand moving up to gently touch the spot where she kissed. When he catches Emma watching him, he blushes again and stalks into the kitchen, deliberately not looking at her. That's when she realises she can't stop smiling today.


Everyone turns up not long after. First Graham. He walks into her house, smiling sheepishly, hand in hand with Ruby. He greets Killian like an old friend. Though Emma's never met Ruby and has often been jealous of her success, they hit it off straight away. She's funny, beautiful and very easy to talk to. A perfect match for Graham.

Next come Mary Margaret and David. They carry their new baby, Hope. She's so beautiful, even more beautiful than she looked in the hospital. Now she wears a soft pink hat which matches her pink button nose. David glows with pride. Mary Margaret looks positively radiant.

They all eat pancakes, topped with the strawberries Elsa brought and the cream Emma and Henry whipped up that morning. Mary Margaret makes her signature hot chocolate with cinnamon.

Emma glances around the room, at her friends, at her son, at the man she loves, and feels nothing but happiness. She'll have to tell Killian she loves him soon. She hasn't said it in so many words, but she's implied it in so many ways, more than he knows. How can I not love him, she thinks as she watches him, laughing and joking with everyone there.

Will they last?

Most definitely.


I cannot believe we're finally at the end of this! It's been a long haul, but I loved every second of it. Thank you to everyone who liked/ favourited this. Thank you for all your comments and all your support, you have no idea how much it's meant to me! I do actually have a sequel all planned and plotted, if anyone would be up for it? I just realise that there's a LOT more I could have done with it, and a lot more I'd like to do. So let me know if you're interested, or if you think it would be better if it stayed where it is.

But, yes, thank you guys so much! It has been so much fun.