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Hi all,

So this is indeed a Harem fic where Killian is shipped with multiple women. I'm hoping to do it in a realistic way, so that everyone can enjoy. If that isn't your thing, then please, don't read. I ship Captain Swan so much that I'm obsessed, but this idea has been gnawing at me for years.

This fic is purely fun for me and hopefully something that readers will enjoy. If you find yourself not liking it, please don't send hate. I'm really excited about this fic, and I can understand that this type of thing isn't for everyone.

Anyway, if readers do enjoy, please review and have fun reading the smut and the developing relationships in this fic.

Also if there are trigger warnings they will be in the beginning notes of every chapter, so please try and read all of the author's notes before and after reading each chapter. There's going to be angst, fluff, bonding, romance, and much more.

This is a very explicit fanfic with lots of smut. I rated it as such too as only goes up to M rating. Consider yourselves warned.

Also cross-posted on AO3.

Thanks,

Jenny

Chapter 1: Missing

Avalon, Realm of the Elves, July 7, 2013, 6:15 a.m.

Midir looked over the scrying bowl, watching the creature closely. There was nothing that they could do to stop the creature's plans now. All they could do was protect the Mac Una and his future bloodline. Measures were already in place, spells were ready, everything needed to keep the Mac Una and those that he would need together in Storybrooke.

Though Midir had to admit, he was impressed by the creature's intended plan. It took a lot of power to accomplish this and even in its weakened state, it was still powerful enough to conjure this new curse. However, the very fact that it could undo centuries of elven magic was rather unsettling. He could feel the tension rolling off of the other Watchers as they all watched the Dark One at work.

The Savior did well in weakening him, that was for certain, but the magic she tapped was nowhere near her truest potential. She had to reach her truest potential if she was going to protect the one meant to destroy the darkness for good.

"Why so serious?" Bricriu chimed, mischief in his tone.

Startled, Midir took a moment to regain his composure before turning to his younger brother. A sigh escaped him. If there was an elf no one could understand, it was Bricriu. "What are you doing here?" There was no point in explaining to Bricriu, for the thousandth time, that as a non-Watcher he was forbidden from being in the Hall of the Watchers.

"I came to watch the show." Bricriu's eyes gleamed. He knew very well that he wasn't allowed, but he did so very much love to press his big brother's buttons. Truly though, he was curious. After all, it was his family at stake too.

"You should be preparing to help Fedelm when the time comes." Midir glared at him sternly, hoping to send Bricriu on his way quickly.

Bricriu just grinned. "Don't worry, I'll be there to whisper in their ears, just as planned."

"Midir." Cathbad, the head druid of the elves and a member of the Watchers Council, glared from across the room. "What is that sprite doing here?"

Bricriu stuck his tongue out at the chief druid, whose grey eyes only grew colder at the blatant disrespect.

"He's leaving, your excellency." Midir grabbed Bricriu by the collar and shoved him out of the Hall of Watchers. "Do you respect no one?" Midir hissed. "One of these days…"

"It's going to get my head lopped off." Bricriu chuckled. "I think I might enjoy being a Dullahan."

"No, you wouldn't." Midir said, trying hard to fight his smile. Bricriu always managed to amuse him one way or another. "They can't talk, and you can't be quiet for even a moment."

That little gleam of mischief never left Bricriu's eyes.

"Midir." Áine poked her head out into the hallway. "You must come now."

Midir sighed. "You should go, Bric. Help Fedelm."

Bricriu tilted his head curiously before teleporting away in a green light.

"Please don't screw up." Midir whispered to himself before heading back into the Hall of Watchers.

Storybrooke, Maine, July 7, 2013, 6:30 a.m.

Feeling that something was very wrong, Emma Jones opened her eyes on a bright summer morning.

The sun was just peeking through the curtains, giving the bedroom some light. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, wondering what was wrong. Her husband was asleep next to her, his breathing even, his arm resting protectively on her baby bump.

Speaking of, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with the baby. He wasn't ever active this early in the morning, and Emma wondered if that meant her little boy wasn't going to be a morning person once he was here.

Killian shifted a bit in his sleep, his arm tightening around her ever so slightly, pulling her closer to him.

She couldn't help but chuckle at his actions. Even before they were married and expecting a child, Killian had always held her close in his sleep, likely subconsciously afraid that he'd lose her. Now with the baby, he was more protective and possessive, and knowing his past as she did and him being her True Love did give him a lot of leeway when it came to his protective nature.

He made a mumbling sound and Emma turned her head to look at him, finding one blue eye open, looking at her, the corner of his mouth curled upward. "Morning, love."

"Morning." Emma placed a light kiss on his nose, causing Killian to chuckle.

"You're up early." He said, his hand moving gently along her bump. He was excited to be a father to their baby. Not that he wasn't Henry's father, he was the closest father figure Henry ever had, but this baby was a new start for both of them. They would raise him together through the good and the bad. That alone was enough to excite them and terrify them all at once.

"I woke up feeling like something bad happened, but you're here and the baby is fine." Emma explained, her hand going to his hair, threading her fingers through the dark strands. She loved touching his hair, soft as it was. It was a bit longer than he usually kept it to, which Emma enjoyed, because it was easier to hold him to her whenever they were intimate.

"Perhaps it's your magic telling you something." Killian suggested. Though he was concerned, wondering if this was an omen.

"What? Like I felt a disturbance in the Force?" Emma joked.

Killian chuckled, finally knowing the reference since Emma and Henry made sure that he watched Star Wars only about a hundred times. "Maybe you did?"

Emma shook her head. "Or maybe it's a weird pregnancy thing." Though her words didn't convince her all that much either.

"Perhaps." Killian's hand caressed along her stomach.

Emma's stomach fluttered, instantly growing warm. One perks of being pregnant, which she took full advantage of now that she had Killian, was the horniness. It wasn't nearly as strong an urge when she was pregnant with Henry, but this baby had her hormones raging, and Killian was more than happy to oblige her desires.

She combed her fingers through his dark hair, drawing his face closer to hers.

His blue eyes grew darker as she pulled him in. Lips met, slowly falling into a familiar rhythm. His hand found the hem of her nightgown and pushed it up ever so slightly.

Her body instinctively pressed against him, desire shooting through her veins. "Killian."

With her soft plea, he knew what she wanted, shoving the nightgown up and off of her body, exposing her breasts to the chilly morning air. His lips pulled away from her, moving down towards her puckered nipples.

As his mouth nipped and sucked at her chest, Emma's hands tightened in his hair, a soft moan escaping her. Her skin tightened with heat, needing him desperately.

His hand and stump caressed her sides as he gently pushed her onto her back, moving his body over hers. He pressed into her, his hardening cock still confined by pajama pants, rubbing against her. A throaty moan reached his ears.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. "Killian, more."

Killian pulled his mouth from her, looking down on her with hooded eyes. "Patience, love." His hand reached for her underwear, pulling the fabric down her legs.

Emma resisted the urge to kick them off, allowing Killian to take his time. He moved off of the bed, removing his pants. Emma lifted herself by the arms to watch him, enjoying the view, immensely pleased that Killian never took to undergarments of this realm, preferring to go commando. As his thick, long cock was freed, Emma licked her lips. She wanted nothing more than to take him into her mouth and play with his balls, having him at her mercy, but they weren't alone in the house, and time was a factor.

Instead, she made a come hither gesture as Killian rejoined her on the bed. He kneeled between her legs, warmth radiating from him. His hand and stump came around her knees, pulling her legs against him, his cock sliding between her folds as they drew closer.

Sweat broke out on her skin as her entered her. "Yes." She gasped as he thrusted into her.

With a slow pace, Killian pulled out before pushing all the way back in, grinding against her clit as she took him in.

"Oh God, yes." Emma arched up into him, meeting his agonizingly steady pace, hitting her in all the right spots. Her breathing hitched when he rolled his hips into hers.

Killian's own breathing was coming out in pants as he controlled his motions, restraining his urge to plunder into her at an unforgiving speed, needing to tease her, wanting to build up her pleasure first.

Her gut tightened, the taunting beginnings of an orgasm building. Impatience surged through her, eager to come, she reached between them, cupping his balls with one hand, giving him a tight squeeze.

His eyes rolled back as he bucked into her wildly, her touch causing his control to slip. "Emma." His whine came out hoarse and rough.

"Faster." She begged. Her hand gave him a final, harsh squeeze.

Unable to deny her, Killian wrapped his arms behind her, lifting her closer, tightening the angle as he thrusted into her harshly.

Emma cried out loudly as Killian's cock fucked her mercilessly. Her arms wrapped around him, desperate to hold on to him. "Oh yes, faster." Her nails dug into his back.

Killian's heavy panting was in her ear.

His own gut tightened with need. He leaned back, pulling her up with him so that she was in his lap.

Emma's heels dug into the mattress for support as he bounced her furiously on his cock. Her mouth found his, kissing him deeply, their tongues warring with each other as her walls squeezed him. "Almost." She breathed into him.

His fingers danced along her skin, blindly finding her clit.

Her head fell back as stars exploded behind her eyes, her orgasm pulsing around his cock. She shuddered as his thrusts sped up even more, sensing his own need to come.

Killian moaned loudly as her walls squeezed him tightly, tensing up before his release hit him.

Emma sighed pleasurably as he climaxed inside of her.

They breathed each other in, foreheads touching as their muscles relaxed.

Gently, Killian laid Emma back onto the mattress, hovering over her. "Better, love?"

Emma smiled lazily up at him. "Much better." She pulled him down for another kiss, running her hand through his hair.

Killian groaned into the kiss, tempted to go another round. It took a lot of self control to stop the kiss. "As much as I want to continue this, there's probably a starving preteen awaiting us."

Emma pouted but she knew that he was probably right.

Henry tended to be a morning person, though the older he became the less inclined he was to wake up. Still, they couldn't chance going at it again and risk traumatizing their son.

She reluctantly pulled herself from his arms, pushing herself up.

Killian sat up as well. "How about you go ahead and shower? I'll get breakfast started."

Emma leaned over to peck Killian on the lips. "Thank you."

"What shall it be today?"

"Mmm how about pancakes and bacon." Emma suggested.

Killian smiled. "As my lady commands."

Snow rolled over in her sleep, her brow furrowing as she woke up.

Something wasn't right.

One green eye opened, taking in her surroundings. She was alone in bed and the apartment was unusually quiet. David was never quiet and neither was Sam, who at a year old, was usually up early and rambunctious.

It being so quiet unnerved her.

Pushing herself up, she looked over at the kitchen. There was no one there. Usually when David was up first, he'd start breakfast and take care of Sam before she woke up.

"David?" Snow threw the blankets off and walked out into the loft. "David, are you here? Sam?"

There was nothing but silence.

Maybe they went to Granny's. Snow thought, trying to ease her own nerves. She picked up her cell phone, but there weren't any messages. She shot a text off to David's cell, only to hear a ping.

In the kitchen, David's phone was on the counter.

It was odd that he would forget it, but maybe he was distracted this morning.

At least, Snow hoped that that was the case. Though really, she couldn't understand how he could be distracted enough to forget his cell when they were always having one crisis after another.

Snow tried to shrug it off, ignoring the knot forming in her stomach. Instead, she began to get dressed, planning to surprise David at Granny's, because where else would he be?

As Marian cooked breakfast in a house that was too big for such a broken family, she wondered if Robin was awake yet. When she returned, after Emma and Killian saved her, they had decided to give their marriage another try. It had been easy for her; at the time, she still loved him. Robin and Roland were everything to her.

Robin, however, was in love with Regina, and it hurt that he was only with Marian again because of Roland. It had been a year, but Robin still wasn't even trying. The first few months, they were still trying to act as husband and wife, even if the sex felt empty and desperate. After that, Robin gave up and just went along with what she wanted.

As much as that hurt in the beginning, now Marian's own feelings for him were faded. Though it wasn't helped by the fact that she had feelings for another man, who was very much taken. Leave it to her to fall for a married man while her own marriage was crumbling.

They were both trapped in a marriage that meant nothing to either of them, but it didn't sit right with Marian to let him go. Call it selfish, but she didn't want her son near the Evil Queen, regardless of her being redeemed. Roland was her son, and the protective maternal instinct was more powerful than her lack of love for Robin.

It was either Roland's safety or Robin's happiness, and Marian knew which one she would choose. Perhaps she could talk to Robin about it, but whether he liked it or not, she was going to make one thing clear and that was that Regina was not allowed near their son.

With breakfast ready, Marian made some plates and went back upstairs. She knocked on Robin's bedroom door. "Breakfast is ready." She didn't wait for a response, going down the hall to Roland's bedroom. She peaked in with a smile. "Oh little rabbit, time for breakfast."

There wasn't a response as Marian walked over to the bed. "Oh rabbit, wakey wakey." She attacked the lumpy covers, only for them to fall flat. The smile left her face as she pulled back the covers. Roland wasn't there. "Roland?" She looked around the room. "Roland, where are you?"

If he was playing hide and seek, she would hear him giggling, but there was just silence.

Marian left the room and went to her bedroom. "Roland, are you in here?" As she searched her room, her panic rose the longer Roland was quiet and hiding. Where is he?

Racing out of her room, she went to Robin's, not even bothering to knock.

Robin wasn't in his room either.

"Robin? Roland?" Marian's head began to spin.

Where are they?

Killian flipped another pancake.

There was a whole stack already made, but his son was a ravenous pre-teenage boy, and his wife was eating for two, so there was always too much food in the house. There was a pile of crispy bacon on the table. He had the orange juice out, ready to be poured, as well as some hot tea for him and Emma. He quit coffee when she did as a show of support.

Arms came around his middle, and he smiled.

Emma rested her chin on his shoulder. "Smells amazing."

Killian placed the finished pancake on top of the pile, before turning around to face his wife, pulling her into his arms. "Good. How are you feeling now?"

"Honestly, I still can't shake that bad feeling." Emma sighed, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair. She was probably a little addicted to running her hands through his hair.

His brows furrowed in concern. "You think that it could mean something?"

"Maybe?" Emma shrugged. "But let's worry about it when something bad actually happens." Reluctantly, she let go of him. "I'm going to go wake Henry up."

"All right, love." Killian watched her go, worried about her mood. Still, he had a bad feeling that whatever she was sensing was a sign of things to come.

Upstairs, Emma knocked on Henry's door. "Hey kid, your dad's got breakfast ready. Pancakes and bacon. Perfect teenager fuel." She waited a beat, but there wasn't a groan or a mumble, telling signs that her son was waking up. Then again it was Sunday morning.

"Kid?" Emma opened the door and peaked in. While they did promise Henry his privacy, she had still knocked and that should've been warning enough for Henry.

Henry wasn't in his bed, but it looked slept in. If there was one thing Henry was good at, it was making his bed, even if he still left his clothes everywhere.

"Henry?" Emma stepped into the room, but there was no sign of Henry.

Thinking that he might've gone to the bathroom, Emma headed in that direction, only to find the bathroom door already open. There wasn't a sign that Henry had been in there.

There wasn't a chance that he was downstairs. He had to pass by her either on the stairs or in the hallway, and she hadn't seen him.

That foreboding feeling of hers only grew.

She hurried downstairs. "Killian!"

Her husband looked up at her with wide eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Henry's missing."

Hope everyone enjoyed. Please review and be kind.

Thanks,

Jenny