Hi again!

I had posted this collection on AO3, but since the formatting situation is slightly improved here I'm moving them here as well haha. :D

I have been clearing out my WIPs, and I have about 50k+ of deleted scenes from my fics sitting here. (I never delete anything even if I end up not liking something I write, after one fateful day of deleting a whole chapter and then wishing I hadn't, lol. Strongly recommend to any other writer to keep a deleted scene folder haha. It's a lifesaver).

Since these are deleted scenes, they're not super cut and dry, meaning some of them are finished sections that have a beginning, middle and end, but most of them are not, and are more like glimpses of things that I tried but then decided to go in a different direction.

And it probably goes without saying, but this collection will include lots of spoilers for my fics, such as Hell to Pay, Begin Again, Lost and Found etc etc.

So, hope you guys enjoy the deleted scenes! :)

This first one is from my fic "When You Wish Upon a Star", so spoilers for that! It takes place mid-way through the story, when I initially thought about including more CS rather than strictly Captain Charming.

~cosette141

Killian slowly closed the door, looking cautiously around the house. "Emma?" he called.

Footsteps came down the stairs. A confused look on her face, she said, "Dad?" Killian sighed. "Mom's looking all over for you, she said you just took off and—"

"Emma," he repeated to stop her.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs. "What's wrong?" Before he could try, she said, "It's the whole thing with Killian, isn't it?" Killian opened his mouth to speak, but Emma held up a hand. "Dad, I love you, and I know what Killian did was awful for you—" Stark pain in his chest— "but he's sorry and he's changed and I love him and even if you don't accept him anymore, I'm still marrying him."

Killian froze in his attempt to speak, instead saying, "Really?"

"Really," said Emma. "But I really wish you could forgive him."

Killian winced. "That's a bit of the problem at the moment, actually."

Emma's brows kneaded. "What?"

He took a breath. "Emma, I'm not… David," he said carefully.

She took a sharp step backward, her hands coming up. "What?"

"It's me, Emma," he said carefully. "Killian."

Emma's eyes shot wide. "What?!" she repeated, lowering her hands a little, but he could see how rigid she was with suspicion.

"I'm telling you the truth, love," he said quickly.

Her head tilted at love. "Can you… prove it?" she asked hesitantly.

Killian hesitated. "How?"

Emma paused. Then, "On the beanstalk. What did you ask me?"

Killian smiled. "If you'd ever been in love."

Emma's face only shifted in more shock. "Killian?!" she breathed. "What—how—why do you look like my dad?!" she exclaimed in a whisper that lifted an octave.

"We… we switched bodies somehow," he said with a wince, wondering if Emma would catch the slight lie of somehow. "And I'm afraid it was… your father you woke up to this morning, rather than me."

Emma's eyes widened. Then, she ran a hand through her hair. "Oh—oh, my god. Weird. So weird. So, so, so wrong." She looked back up. "But that makes so much more sense. God, Killian, you looked like I repulsed you."

"You could never, love," he said, only making her wince.

"Okay," she said, "until we get you both fixed, you really can't call me love."

Killian grimaced, imagining what she was seeing. "Right," he said tightly.

"What happened?" asked Emma. "How…?"

"Ahhh," he hesitated. "The Crocodile says it's wish magic."

Emma suddenly smiled.

"What?"

"My dad calling Gold the Crocodile is just weird."

Killian would have groaned if had didn't love her smile. "L—Emma," he amended, "can you do anything? Make me look like me for now?"

Emma bit her lip, waving her hand over him, but with a flash, it dissolved before it did anything. Emma blinked. "Woah."

Killian groaned.

"Apparently I can't. Wish magic, you said?" she echoed, looking at him. "How is that possible?"

"Evidently the— Gold," Killian forced himself to say, "said there's enough magic in this town that if someone were to…" He hesitated again. "…to wish something badly enough, it might just… happen."

"Who wished for this?" asked Emma, brows raising.

"I think this is the bloody price of the wish," he muttered, shoulders sagging in heavy defeat.

"What was the wish?" asked Emma.

Killian held in another groan. "Last night, I… I think I wished for your father's forgiveness." He admitted. "Emma, I didn't bloody mean for this to happen!" He shut his eyes, feeling absolutely miserable.

Emma suddenly hugged him.

He held her back, tentatively, careful not to follow the urge to kiss her.

"You really are Killian," she whispered. "I can feel it."

He smiled faintly. "I'd prefer if you could see it, too."

Emma pulled back. "Let's find my dad. I'm sure he'll want to get back to normal too."

Killian winced. "Oh, that he bloody does. But I've already spoken to him, Emma. The wish requires him to mean his forgiveness and he won't give it." His eyes unable to meet hers, he said, "I can't even bloody blame him."

"I meant what I said when I thought you were him, Killian," said Emma. Making him look at her. "I'm marrying you no matter what."

"Not like this, you're not."

Emma bit her lip. "Hell no." She grabbed her coat from the rack. "Let's go find… well, you."

Killian sighed, following.