The first few days are a haze of sleep and soft sheets and making love and fucking (Emma’s noticed a distinct difference between the two depending on how desperate they are for each other at any given moment and relishes them both). They hardly come up for air at first, scarcely leaving the bed for the odd shower or trek to the fridge, but it never lasts long before they come together again in a dance of lips and tongue and skin.
The fog slowly lifts. They drink in their fill of each other again and again and again until it’s nearly been a week and they realize they haven’t really seen the sun in days, only soft light filtered through heavy curtains. As loathe as she is to leave their house (their house – it’s such a big idea that settles so easily in her heart) there’s something to it, walking down the street hand-in-hand to meet her family at Granny’s and then a detour to the grocery store on the way home.
It’s so simple, family lunches and perfunctory shopping with the man she loves.
She’s waited 28 years for this, to do these things. It’s been far longer than that for Killian and her heart aches at the happiness on his face, at how he’s relaxed and easy in a way she’s never seen before, his kisses no longer desperate, his hand at her back less protective and more content.
It’s like they can finally breathe together. It’s like they were meant for this.
9. Drunk Kiss (requested by @deathbycaptainswan and a nonnie) This was too much fun and this goes out to anyone who just might need a little fluff and a smile.
“You don’t have to, Swan.”
“Hey! I can handle it. I just need a miment!”
“Miment, love?”
“…a monent, oh just shut up.”
He knows what she’s trying to say even if she doesn’t have a bloody clue. Five shots of his most potent rum in(the stuff he’s had hidden in his cabin for decades) has rendered Emma completely inebriated, whether she is prepared to admit or not. Centuries of practice has him only mildly affected, the warmth buzzing through his veins more from his enjoyment of Emma’s adorable stubbornness than the alcohol itself.
As she lifts the shot glass once again to her lips and winces as the liquid burns her throat, he grabs the bottle and corks it before she can protest. Her thumb is sticky from the rum when her hand shoots out to close around his over the bottle.
“I’m not done…”
“Aye, love…just thought we should pace ourselves. Perhaps some water is in order?”
The telltale sound of wood scratching wood pierces the air as her chair slides back and she rises to stand.
“I’ll get it…whoa…” As she sways on her feet, his first instinct is to catch, but she does just fine on her own (that’s his Swan), bracing both hands on the edge of their kitchen table to regain her balance.
@tnlph I dunno how this happened? I saw your post about your neighbor’s alarm driving you insane and then I wrote this on my phone. It’s pretty silly. And probably could be better, but I hope it helps with your sanity.
Summary: Emma’s hot neighbor leaves town but accidentally forgets to turn off his alarm, leading to drastic action.
Some pointless CS fluff for tnlph.
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The twenty-four hour corner drug store sold
earplugs, which was both new and welcome information at three in the morning
when she was on the edge of complete and utter insanity.
The clerk gave her an understanding smile but
didn’t comment as he rang up her solitary purchase, taking in her bleary eyes,
snarled hair, and half crazed countenance and correctly assumed small talk was
ill advised.
Four days.
Four days of constant intermittent beeps, loud
and shrill and barely dulled by the paper thin shared wall of her apartment.
Four days of beep, silence, beep beep, silence, beep beep beep, silence.
Repeat. Over and over, on an endless loop, all day long.
Her hot neighbor in 3B obviously preferred a
standard alarm clock to his phone to rouse him each day, and while she had
noticed its dulcet tones through the drywall before (hot neighbor was a
ridiculously early riser), she had not been subjected to it for so long, and so
continuously.
Hot neighbor was out of town, and had apparently
failed to realize that neglecting to shut off his alarm clock prior to leaving
would slowly and methodically drive her completely and utterly insane.
It had been fine for a day or two, the noise of
the television more or less blocked it out during the day and her nights had
been filled with surveillance on Lucas Whitmore, a probation violator who loved
the ladies and also credit card fraud.
Here, have a sweet and hopefully funny little piece inspired in part by @penandinkprincess ‘s ask from yesterday.
It wasn’t until Emma reached for her glass and accidentally knocked it over for the third time that Killian realized they had something of a problem.
Emma Swan was drunk.
She apologized profusely to Granny, who had at first been amused – because Emma Swan getting tipsy at her counter was not something that happened every day – but was now skating toward lovingly annoyed. “I’ve half a mind to make you wipe up the counter yourself, girl,” she said, her no-nonsense tone cutting through the rum-induced haze in Emma’s mind enough to make her sit at attention. “One more spilled glass and I’m cutting you off.”
“Sorry,” Emma repeated, her cheeks flushed as Granny wiped a rag over the counter to sop up the spilled drink. The woman gave her a curt nod, accepting her apology, and ducked out back to put the glass in the wash.
Emma turned on her stool and smiled sheepishly at Killian. “I think I got us in trouble.”
This piece of fluff is for @thisisevenharderthannamingablog‘s birthday. She said a while back she just wanted those two crazy kids to have some piece and quiet. I’m not normally a domestic fluff writer, but for this, I happily make an exception.
As many of you who follow her know, she does like to bake, so I used that as my starting point. I chose bread because I’m pretty sure that’s one of her favorite things to make. I even used her go-to bread recipe for the story. (You can find the recipe here but she doesn’t use the nuts.) I promise I’ll be making it myself, too.
Hopefully I haven’t ruined her bread-making experience with this unbeta’d story. It’s done with love. 🙂 Happy Birthday, my friend!
Word Count: ~2500
Summary: Killian and Emma make bread and innuendos.
Rating: D for doughy goodness
Killian Jones was a man of many, many talents, some of which Emma had become intimately acquainted with just in the past couple of weeks. But she never could have prepared herself for the scene that greeted her when she returned home from the Sheriff’s station that afternoon.
There, at the large farm table in their kitchen, was Killian, setting out a glass bowl and several ingredients he’d emptied from the grocery bags piled on the counter behind him.
Emma paused in the doorway, mouth agape but eyes narrowed. Slowly, she shut the door behind her and stepped into the living room.
“Ah, Swan! Just in time!” Killian called out, his warm smile impossible not to return.
Emma said “ I will sleep for weeks as soon as we defeat Hades, I promise.”
I believe it’s time, don’t you think?
I made this a while ago for the finale and it seems to work for this and thank you @ahookedhero and everyone for all the messages. I’m really grateful and I hope to continue to spread laughter and joy throughout the fandom. 🙂
The Night Before (Their Wedding)Just something i had to get out of my system once again lol Headcanon: Emma sees the Captain Hook plushie at the Disney store one day when Killian and Henry are out sailing and she buys it. Killian says its not fair and wants a plushie that reminds him of Emma and he ends up with the Rapunzel one.
Thank you @seizeeachmoment and @geekalogian! For tattoo ideas (Its a sextant with dreamshade around it ( I know i’m not good with tattoo designs, another reason i never want to do them lol)) And thank you @waiting-for-autumn for the art vibes! 😀
I’ve had a rough draft of this tucked away for a super long time, and I finally got around to finishing it 🙂
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She really shouldn’t be doing this at Granny’s, Emma thinks,
with everyone right outside. Have they noticed that she slipped down the hall?
Did Killian realize she was gone yet?
He probably has.
Oh God.
Her heart is hammering, beating so hard that it hurts as she
watches seconds tick down on her phone screen, one by one. After what seems
like the longest last five seconds, her timer hits zero. She puts her phone
down on the counter, and moves her gaze to the object in her other hand.
The object with two tiny lines on its tiny screen.
After discovering her pregnancy, Emma vows to make the most of things, not just with her pregnancy, but also Killian.
A/N- This prompt actually came from my husband, who prompted me to write about Emma discovering she was pregnant for the entirety of 5b. So, here’s to you, panda bear.
“…and Prince Charles and Princess Leia danced around the ballroom, both forgetting their mission in hopes of spending another minute in each other’s arms.”
Emma felt a flutter in belly as she recounted the story of her and Killian’s first dance, the once recorded in Henry’s storybook. She’d read that at around twenty-five weeks, the fetus would begin to respond to familiar voices. She was delighted to find it to be true, her developing daughter moving about with each word she read.
When Emma had been pregnant with Henry, she’d done her best to ignore those sort of developmental milestones, unwilling to grow further attached to infant she knew she would be unable to keep. She didn’t read pregnancy books, and paid little attention to the ultrasounds she’d received when ushered to the prison’s infirmary. Over the years, Emma grew to regret that ignorance, especially after Henry reemerged into her life.
She vowed not to make the same mistake the second time around.
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