Cursed

Marleyharper asked for a oneshot of Hook's cursed hand leading him to go too far with Emma when saying goodbye. Her parents hear the commotion and come out. Warning, this chapter is on the verge of getting dark so bit of a trigger warning.

Emma leaned in carefully, with Hook eagerly meeting her lips. His hands instantly moved to her back. The kiss quickly became more passionate. His hands started to move lower. Emma smiled into the kiss, pulling them back up. But he was persistent, trying again.

"Killian," She said firmly, pulling away. "Stop. Don't ruin this."

"Come on lass," He said darkly, gripping her hips tighter than was comfortable. "You want this too." Emma looked up at him, frightened. There was something different in his eyes, like he was in a trance. It was when he pushed her roughly against the wall that she started to panic.

"Killian!" She cried out, alarmed. Her head had whacked off the wall painfully.

"It's alright." He whispered softly, kissing her neck. Emma tried to shove him off- but he was too strong. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Just then, the door to the apartment burst open.

"HEY!" Charming yelled, sword raised. Hook immediately leapt back. Emma noticed his eyes had now changed back again. He looked at his hand, horrified before looking up at Emma. "Hands off my daughter!"

"Emma, I'm sorry." Hook said before sprinting down the corridor. Charming chased after him, furious. Snow came over and pulled a shaking Emma into her arms.

"Are you alright?" She asked. Emma nodded, feeling numb. "Oh Emma." Snow said, worrying as she felt a lump already forming on her head.

"I should have been able to fight him off." Emma croaked. "I've never not been able to. I should have been stronger…"

"Hey." Snow interrupted her. "Don't even think about blaming yourself. This is his fault, not yours."

"Even still." Emma persisted. "There was something different in his eyes. Like he'd been cursed." Emma tried to explain.

"Even if he is, nobody is allowed to take advantage of you. Ever." Come on, let's get you inside and you can get changed." Emma nodded, allowing her mother to lead her inside. Emma slowly made her way up the stairs and into her room where she got changed into her pyjamas. By the time she came back downstairs her mother had a mug of hot cocoa ready (as well as some ice for her head) and her father was back. Charming pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her head, careful to avoid the bump.

"I didn't catch him tonight." He told her. "But he can't hide from me for very long. And soon as I catch him he's a dead man…Nobody does that to my daughter." Charming growled. Emma pulled back from the hug.

"No, this isn't his fault. Gold's done something when he's reattached the hand, I know it." Emma said firmly.

"Emma, I don't really care. There is no excuse for hurting you."

"Speaking of which." Snow cut in. She took Emma's hand and got her sitting down in an armchair. She then got her the mug and handed it to her before wrapping the ice in a tea towel and placing it on her lump. Emma winced at the cold contact. "Sorry honey." Snow said sincerely. "But it will help."

"I'll kill him." Charming reiterated. "I'll cut him up piece by piece then burn the pieces.

"Dad stop." Emma said quietly. "Don't hurt him. I could tell by his face when you yelled at him before, something's not right. I'll talk to him tomorrow…"

"No." Both parents said together.

"Emma, even if you are right he could still be dangerous." Snow pointed out. "If you have to speak to him tomorrow then call him. I'd rather you didn't meet with him, just in case. Besides, I don't think you should be moving much with this lump anyway." Emma sank back into the chair accepting that they were right. She brought her legs up onto the chair pulling them up around her chest. She thought she'd found love. But again it seemed it was just bound for failure.