Summary: Big changes are made up of little ones. G-rated CS fluff and feels around Killian moving in. 1500 words.
Long after the dust of the day had settled, after the bodies had been taken away and the deck cleaned, after Belle had been resettled at Granny’s for the night – after all of that had been dealt with and darkness had fallen, Killian heaved the chest onto his shoulder and climbed the stairs.
Emma opened the front door. Light spilled out onto the porch, along with faint music and the smell of food.
“My parents left a casserole,” Emma said. “Several, in fact. Also a lot of fruit. I get the feeling that my dad is terrified we’re going to starve now that they’re an entire half mile away.”
He
didn’t sleep much the previous night, his senses on high alert, fearful that a
villain could be lurking around the corner. His back aches, the chair he’s been
lounged in for the past few hours uncomfortable and hard. But, his discomfort
is a small price to pay for the gift he’s been given.
Killian watches as Emma cradles their newborn daughter in her arms, the
infant’s lips latched onto her breast. If he thought her brilliant before, it
was compared to his awe in seeing her carry their child, admiring as her body
developed month-by-month, and standing by her side and holding her hand as she
delivered their daughter into the world.
“You’re
amazing,” he tells her, pushing himself out of the hospital chair, ignoring the
ache in his bones as he moves forward toward the hospital bed where his two
loved are positioned. “You both are amazing.”
He
presses a kiss to Emma’s temple, and she leans toward him, sighing in comfort.
“You aren’t so bad yourself.”
Tentatively,
he reaches his hand out to trace the crown of their child’s skull, admiring the
light dusting of dark hair. Her eyes are closed as she feeds herself, finger
clenched tight into a small fist. “She’s perfect.”
“Even
more perfect now that she’s out of me,” Emma tells him with chuckle. She looks
up at him, green eyes luminous with unshed tears. “She’s here. She’s finally
here.”
“Aye,
love.” He reclines against the bed, and wraps his hooked arm against Emma’s
shoulders, hand still caressing their child.
He has his two True Loves in his arms, and Killian Jones couldn’t be happier.
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.”
I saw someone say emma and killian should have kid right away and dress them up for Halloween. I am over here like “No! Let them get a cat and dress it up!” Personally, as a mom of a 3 year old, I find dressing a cat is a close experience to dressing a toddler. We can call it “practice”. I looked up pirate cat then. I was not disappointed.
It had been right before Killian left on another one of his weekend long fishing expeditions with Henry when Killian had given her Goose
“What?” she had said, staring at the ball of fur trying to escape the pirate’s leather clad arms.
His had mouth dropped open in his shyness as it slowly turned to panic, if his hand hadn’t been busy Emma had known it would’ve been scratching behind his ear
“Well Swan, you often complain about not a certain lack of cuddling when I am away, and I thought you would appreciate another little rascal,” he had stopped to scratch under the cat’s chin, which appeased the feline as it started to purr. “Until I can make it back safely into your warm embrace.”
Emma had rolled her eyes playfully at his flowery language. She smiled, it really had been sweet of him to think of her. “OK, fine. Let me see him.”
Killian had known that his idea had been a good one when he had come home a few days later with Emma sleeping on the couch with the cat at her side. The freshly painted bowl that said ‘GOOSE’ didn’t hide anything either.
What hadn’t been Killian’s idea, however, was the cat’s Halloween costume.
Killian didn’t go as a pirate, much to his dismay, even though he already had everything he needed. No, he went as Han Solo. A movie marathon that ended up spanning the entire day had left his pop culture education much better for it, and he couldn’t complain too much about how Emma insisted that he dress up as a dashing captain who steals the heart of an unconventional princess. Naturally, she was Princess Leia and Henry was their very own Luke Skywalker.
They had been about to go to Granny’s to the party, when Emma suddenly stopped him.
“Wait!” she said, racing to shut the door. “You haven’t seen Goose’s costume!”
Henry, clutching his lightsaber, tried hiding his grin, but really couldn’t, as he knew what his mother was about to show Killian.
“I’m sorry, what?” the pirate mumbled, trying to shake his head for information on what the devil his Swan could be talking about this time.
Emma went to retrieve the cat, a hop in her step as she hurried to find Goose. “I knew you would be upset if someone didn’t go as a pirate this year, so I got something for Goose.” She came back from the kitchen and looked to where the cat was approaching from.
Just then the blasted blanket hogging cat sauntered in. His costume made it appear as if he was standing on two legs and had two arms protruding from his neck, one of them having a hook at the end of it and a captain’s hat sitting atop his head.
He chuckled. “Well isn’t he handsome?”
Emma kissed his cheek and beamed at him. “Of course he is, he’s the cat version of you.”
Small things like Halloween costumes reminded the Swan-Jones family that Happy Endings were the little things that made up every day, and that they made it all happen by refusing to settle for less
It’s hard not to headcannon Granny as a CS shipper when this gif exists. And so this was born..
Tagging @queen-mabs-revenge for reminding me about the scene in Shakepeare In Love which I had forgotten about!
Unbeta’d, as is, take it as you find it. First thing I have finished in a long time so I just needed to to get it out.
1200 words of fluff
The Lookout
It always surprised her how easily they forgot.
It was a lot more than a half-decent lasagna that kept Granny’s top of the food chain, so to speak, in Storybrooke’s dining landscape – knowing your customers went a long way towards keeping them happy. And being able to overhear ninety percent of their conversations helped significantly on that front.
But not every snippet of conversation that drifted past her was food-related. And some of those were the most telling of all.
Hurried words through gritted teeth as yet another crisis overwhelmed them – we’re finishing what we started at home later, pirate – or whispers shared as blue eyes flashed dark with need – I swear I’ll run your father through myself if he interrupts us again Swan – these were the stolen moments that tore at her heartstrings.
Or at least raised some concerns about what she might come across in the back corridor unexpectedly.
God knew she had a soft spot for the pirate – he’d lived here long enough to make himself part of the furniture, his early morning company every bit as welcome as his doubloons, though she’d continue to deny it vehemently every time Leroy started belly-aching about it. And Emma – well, the girl deserved some happiness after all she’d done for this town.
Happiness – and a bit of “alone time” with a certain dashing pirate.
A/N: Here it is! My first CS ff!! Just a little thing. I hope you like it!
words: 519
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?”
This is a follow-up to Shopping Assistant and contains content influenced by S6 shooting spoilers, so SPOILER ALERT (nothing I would consider earth-shattering, mind you, but I’m warning for it). AO3 link
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 6222
Pairing: Captain Swan; a tiny glimpse of Henry/Violet and Ruby/Dorothy
There were days where her alarm clock woke her immediately, and there were days when she was so tired that she didn’t even register the noise and Killian had to shake her awake. This morning fell into the second category.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, fresh from the shower. His dark hair was damp, and droplets of water were still clinging to his shoulders, a towel carelessly slung around his waist. “Your alarm is getting rather insistent, love.”
With a groan, Emma reached out and hit it, almost knocking it off the table. “Shit, I’m late.” She dragged herself up into a sitting position only to be pulled into Killian’s chest, and she leaned willingly against him.
“What time did you come to bed last night?” he asked her.
“I dunno. After one, I think. Regina and I were working on those defensive spells again.” She glanced up at him and smiled. “You were snoring by the time I crawled into bed.”
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