Even though we haven’t gotten to see it too much, never hesitate to let your heart get all squeezy over the fact that Emma and Killian DO live together.
~ Emma falls asleep in Killian’s arms each and every night. ~ Killian has pyjama bottoms that Emma bought him. He loves them. ~ Emma loves to trace patterns over Killian’s stump after he takes his brace off. ~ Killian tells Emma stories about his adventures at sea. ~ Emma sleepily tells Killian she loves him, right before she falls asleep. ~ Killian always wakes up first. He lays in bed watching Emma until she wakes. ~ Emma hates Killian’s heathy breakfasts, but would never tell him that. ~ Killian is meticulous about stuff being put away in the right place. ~ Emma never laughs as hard as when Killian tries to program the microwave. ~ Killian loves movie nights and rubs Emma’s feet while he learns about the Millennium Falcon. ~ Emma has nightmares sometimes. Killian comforts her. ~ Killian has nightmares sometimes. Emma comforts him. ~ Emma almost has a stroke one morning when Killian asks if she’d prefer he didn’t wear eyeliner. ~ Killian almost has a stroke one night when Emma asks if he’s happy here, or if he misses sleeping on the waves. ~ Sometimes they watch the sunrise in the morning on the back porch swing. ~ Sometimes they watch the sunset on the front porch with steaming mugs. ~ They both love living together and can’t imagine ever having to live apart.
Even though we don’t see it with our own eyes, we know these two. These things are happening. Even though we don’t get to see. They’re happening.
Companion piece to this post, because one person asked, and because this kind of thing is so much fun to write.
It’s funny to think back now, but Killian is actually a big part of why I started with OUaT; somebody I follow kept reblogging gifs, and my curiosity was piqued. Once I actually watched the show, of course, Emma captured my heart, and my love of CS is founded in my love for her, but Killian is also one of my favorite characters in his own right.
Why is that?
First of all, he has impeccable taste in women. A++ choices in selecting those to receive your lifelong devotion, will applaud forever.
The portal is closed and Regina has found Robin again and Emma, well, Emma needs a drink. Or seven.
There are better things, more constructive things, she could be doing with her time rather than moping in the corner of a tavern with her hands curled loosely around a tumbler and the bottle left on the table. But her mind is busy trying to differentiate between what’s real and what’s fantasy, coming to terms with the version of herself that collapses onto the floor weeping and she just –
The soft pink dress with a long train replaces her regular attire of shirts and jeans. It’s worn underneath the matching fur cloak resting on her shoulders, which is in place of her leather jackets. And her beautiful blonde locks that are usually left alone are done in a simple style. It can be seen in the way she stands and holds herself.
A real princess indeed and she was a vision.
“Swan? I’m sorry sir you must have me confused for someone else,” she replies in a voice so familiar, yet so different.
He notices he’s been staring at her for far too long when she clears her throat. He breaks out of his thoughts and smiles at her.
“Apologies, love. Just a moment, I need to speak to someone on my talking phone.”
He searches his pockets and can’t seem to find it. It probably wouldn’t work here anyway. He must have left it at home. Bloody hell, he thinks. Now what was he going to do?
“Sir, I haven’t a clue what this talking phone you speak of is, but perhaps I may assist you in finding it if you describe it to me?”
He’s internally laughing, but doesn’t let it show. Now there are two things he’ll tease her about once they find a way to release her from this “wish realm.” First, she speaks like him and now the tables have turned and she doesn’t understand the modern references. Oh, he’ll be holding her to this for a while.
“No need to worry yourself, darling. I’m sure I’ll find it,” he replies. He bends down to pick a flower and makes his way toward her.
“A flower. For your collection,” he says when he’s standing in front of her, placing the flower in her basket.
“It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, milady,” he says in a low voice, no more than a whisper. He takes her hand and places a soft kiss on her glove-covered skin, never breaking eye contact and she doesn’t either.
“The pleasure was all mine,” she replies in a wavering voice. “Sir,” she adds.
He can see the blush on her cheeks and the fluttering of her eyes. He smirks with the knowledge that he still has this effect on her even though she doesn’t remember him.
Later, when she is brought home and they are lying comfortably in bed he decides it’s the best time to bring it up again.
Emma is checking something on her talking phone and it seems it’s giving her trouble.
“Do you need some assistance with your talking phone, love? Perhaps you’ve forgotten how to use it.”
Everyone has their opinions I just shared mine and my initial reactions. They could change.
Killian could put the fucking stupid scissors on the kitchen table at breakfast and come clean immediately in the next episode for all we know and this is all a non issue.
I might just need to stay away from the fandom for awhile because I can only take so much condescending, holier than thou metaish twaddle about “You don’t understand guys this is perfectly in character!” Or “I’m so here for this because of this blah blah blah blah.”
No one is ever allowed to react to anything without a bunch of people telling them they are wrong for doing so and why or making them feel bad about it.
Like at least Colin will always play his part to perfection and look fine as fuck doing it. I’ll still stick around for that but sorry I’m not here for an episode where they barely have a conversation about anything, and then he does something that directly opposes both storylines for the previous season just because we need some angst and drama.
Rumple tried to kill everyone except Belle, Henry, and Neal
Hook (arguably) tried to kill Emma
Regina tried to kill Hook
Snow killed Regina’s mother
Rumple killed Hook’s girlfriend and his own wife
Regina killed Emma’s potential boyfriend and her own lover
Archie killed Marco’s parents
Charming killed Hook
Arthur killed Hook
Emma killed Hook
Snow and Charming almost killed Regina
Emma almost killed Lily
Lily wanted to kill Snow and Charming
Henry inadvertently almost got Snow, Charming, Hook, and Zelena killed when he destroyed magic
Zelena indirectly killed Neal
pretty much everyone has injured, or tried to injure, each other, including True Love couples; Snow scarred Charming, Emma knocked Hook out, Rumple manhandled Belle
Emma locked Hook up, Hook locked Emma up, Rumple locked Belle up, Regina froze Robin, Snow trapped Charming in a net, Regina locked Emma up, Graham locked Emma up, Emma locked Snow up
in conclusion, no one should be friends with anyone, everyone should be alone and/or in prison forever, the only healthy relationship is Henry x the storybook and even that is slightly obsessive, the end
A/N: Here it is! My first CS ff!! Just a little thing. I hope you like it!
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rating: T, I guess?
Emma yawned as she tiptoed downstairs, a hand tangled in her messy hair, the shirt that she’d stolen from Killian’s dresser swishing delicately across her thighs. She had woken a few moments ago to find her pirate’s side of the bed empty, and clanging noises going on downstairs, so she decided to investigate. Peeking around the entryway to the kitchen, Emma at last laid eyes on her True Love, who was standing at the stove, and she licked her lip as she took in the backside of his shirtless form, flannel pajama pants hanging low on his hips, and his back muscles flexing as he worked. Although she was very much enjoying her current view, Emma’s curiosity as to what Killian was doing got the better of her, and she leaned forward in order to see what exactly he was attempting at the stove. He had his brace on; something he usually forgoes on their quiet mornings, and when Emma say why he had it her hand flew to her mouth in a failed attempt to suppress a giggle; Killian was cooking eggs and had shoved a plastic spatula into the brace where his hook would normally attach. At the sound, the shirtless pirate jumped, turning toward her. Upon meeting her gaze, Killian’s eyes went wide and a blush appeared on his cheeks as he scrambled to pull the makeshift apparatus out of his brace, throwing it onto the counter nearby. “Swan! What are- I was just- I thought you might like breakfast in bed.” Emma’s smile widened and she made her way up to him, circling her arms around his neck, his own arms instinctively coming to rest at her waist. “You’re sweet,” she murmured, leaning up slightly to touch her nose to his, ”but honestly I’d much rather have you in bed.” Killian’s still slightly embarrassed expression turned deliciously dark, a smirk appearing before he captured her lips with his own. Turning, Killian pressed Emma back against the counter, briefly breaking their kiss to support her as she jumped up so she was sitting on the countertop, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling them as close together as possible as she kissed him again, her hands moving up to tangle in his hair. Emma elicited a small moan as she felt Killian’s hand make its way underneath her –his– shirt, her head falling back to allow his lips to move to her neck, her heartbeat rising rapidly. All of a sudden a sharp beeping violently jerked them back to reality; the smoke alarm was going off due to the now burnt eggs still cooking on the stove. Killian groaned and rolled his eyes as Emma erupted into laughter. As he pulled away to fix the situation, Emma licked her lips and hopped off the counter; turning to head back upstairs, purposefully adding an extra swing to her hips. “Once you’re done,” she crooned, turning back to look at her pirate, who was attempting to scrape the burnt lump into the trash, “how about you join me and we can pick up where we left off?”
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