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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 3 years ago

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Fridays—Chapter 167: Black Friday, pt. 4

Pairing: Captain Swan

Summary: A series of unrelated, fluffy one shots featuring Killian Jones and Emma Swan and the relationship that makes us all swoon. Will contain both canon and AU stories. My contribution to Operation Rainbow Kisses and Unicorn Stickers (aka, my attempt to drown out the season 4 finale angst with ridiculous levels of fluff.)

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Emma got the book for the first week, and it warmed her heart to see how unbelievably happy it made Henry.

She'd been afraid he'd be disappointed about the arrangement she made with Killian, disappointed that he'd have to share the storybook that he'd wanted so desperately, but she needn't have worried. Far from being upset at the arrangement, he'd been delighted, assuring her that he liked Alice Jones and her dad and he was glad if he had to share the book that it was with them.

If she hadn't known better, she'd think he was happier things had worked out this way than he'd have been if she'd gotten the book outright.

In fact, he was so alright with the arrangement that he badgered her about setting a date for the exchange...and he insisted they have the Joneses over for dinner.

Emma stirred the pasta sauce, feeling like she needed to do something with her hands. Killian and Alice would be here any minute, and Emma felt the nerves bubbling up as strong as the water she was boiling for spaghetti.

She hated herself for her reaction--for the fact that she was so nervous about something as simple as having a couple of people over for dinner.

Not to mention the fact she'd taken special care with her hair and make up, and she'd spent far longer than she'd like to admit selecting a sweater and a pair of jeans for the evening. If anyone asked, she'd gone to the extra effort simply because she was feeling festive. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was having a handsome single dad over.

But if Emma was being honest with herself she knew the truth. Killian Jones had invaded her thoughts more, much more than she would have liked, and every time he did, her heart skipped a beat, her breath caught, her stomach swooped.

It was all so cliche that it made her want to groan. She was not cliche. She was not a love-struck teenager. She'd done the whole falling in love thing, and it had bitten her in the ass in a major way. She knew how this went. She'd have a few months of breathless excitement with her new infatuation, and then it would all hit the fan, and before she knew it the pain would be nearly unbearable. No thanks. The highs were not worth the lows that would follow.

Nope. It didn't matter how hot Killian Jones was. Didn't matter how charming. Didn't matter how much his love for his daughter warmed her heart. She would keep her wits about her and fortify the walls around her heart that had kept her safe all these years since Neal.

But when her door buzzed ten minutes later and she opened it to see a rakishly handsome Killian in a deep blue button up, short leather jacket and tight black jeans--smiling knowingly as he held out a bottle of wine to her–her heart lurched, and Emma acknowledged to herself the fact that she might be in real, serious trouble.

*****

Two hours later Emma was beginning to wonder if it was already too late for her. Dinner had been surprisingly enjoyable. The Swans and the Joneses alike had talked and laughed and generally enjoyed each other’s company.

After dinner, Henry had pulled Alice toward the living room to try out a new video game he was rather obsessed with.

"Let me help with the dishes, Love" Killian offered, gathering up plates from the table and heading toward the sink. "Least I can do after such an extraordinary meal."

Emma felt her cheeks warm at the compliment. Generally speaking, whatever talents she had did not extend to the kitchen, but pasta was one thing she could make and make well. In the secret recesses of her heart--in the place she barely even acknowledged to herself--she'd wanted to impress him, and his praise warmed her like a blazing fire on a cold winter's night.

Together they cleared the table and set to work washing and drying the dishes. Working together like this, he was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His scent of leather and a hint of rum invaded her senses and it made her want.

Not just on a carnal level. That she could handle. That was something she could take care of. A quick scratch of an itch and he'd be out of her system, but no it wasn't just the physical want.

She wanted all of it--the conversation, the companionship, the family. She wanted this little domestic situation to be real, to be permanent.

As Emma closed the door behind the Joneses--after making arrangements for the next book exchange--and as Henry wandered off to bed Emma felt the tears at the back of her eyes.

She didn't want to want this. Didn't want to want him. The pain when this inevitably went south was going to be terrible.

She had a week until the next book exchange. She needed to use that time fortifying her defenses against Killian Jones before she reached the point of no return.

*******

"Just a little more to the left," Alice said, taking a step back to look at the giant fir tree in their living room the following week.

Killian made the requested adjustment, and then got an enthusiastic "It's perfect" from his enraptured little starfish.

Seeing the holidays through the eyes of his daughter was magical. She was such a sensitive soul. She found delight in the beauty around her--and she had the unique ability to see beauty everywhere she looked.

Every holiday was a time of exceeding joy for Alice, but this particular Christmas season seemed to hold a special place in her heart, and Killian suspected he had Emma and Henry Swan to thank for that.

They'd only had the one meeting for dinner a week ago, but just the memory of it warmed Killian and made him smile. Emma Swan was such a contradiction. She'd been so prickly, so standoffish at their first meeting at the bookstore, but he'd seen a different side of her at home with her son. She'd been relaxed, happy, smiling and laughing and delighting him with her witty banter.

She intrigued him more than any woman had since Milah. She'd been beautiful at their first meeting, but at dinner--dressed in a red v-necked sweater that hugged her curves in all the right places--she'd nearly taken his breath away.

He sensed it would be quite a challenge to win her heart--should he choose to pursue it--but he rather liked a challenge.

At the end of dinner last week they'd decided to meet today for the next exchange, and Alice had started in right away to plan the next Swan-Jones get together.

"We need to decorate the tree together," She'd insisted on the way home from the Swans' abode. "Maybe even get a start on some Christmas cookies."

Never one to deny his daughter anything if he could help it, he'd agreed to her plan. Accordingly, they'd spent the ensuing week digging Christmas decorations from the attic, testing twinkle lights, and making multiple trips to the store for tree-trimming essentials.

This morning was the last piece of the puzzle--the tree itself. They'd made their way to Tiny's Christmas Tree Lot and been fortunate to find and cut down one of the handsomest trees Killian had ever seen.

Now all that remained was to wait until Emma and Henry arrived.

*****

Reaching up on her tiptoes, Emma placed the final ornament--a ceramic candy cane--on what was surely the only bare branch of the entire Christmas tree, and then she stepped back to survey her work.

"Pretty, isn't it?" She asked.

Killian looked over at her, taking in her cheeks flushed with exertion, her glossy blonde curls falling gently over her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling with happiness and felt his heart turn over.

"Beautiful," he breathed, never taking his eyes from her. "Absolutely stunning."

She looked over at him, hearing the adoration in his voice, and her breath caught as she noted the intensity in his eyes as he looked down at her. Their eyes locked, and the color on her cheeks deepened.

He couldn't look away. Wouldn't want to if he could. She was so bloody gorgeous it almost hurt to look at her. Slowly, inexorably he began to lean down, his eyes focusing on her lips.

For a split second she leaned toward him, and briefly, oh so briefly, he thought she'd allow him to sample those ruby-red lips, lips that he was sure would be far sweeter than the mulled cider he had waiting for them on the stove.

But then she seemed to come to her senses, shaking her head slightly and taking a step back. She chuckled a bit nervously. "We did a good job on the tree, if I do say so myself."

For a moment the disappointment flooded him, but ever the gentleman, Killian took his own step back, muttering an agreement with her statement. He knew enough about her history with Neal Cassidy to understand her fear, her hesitancy, but he was a patient man. He could take all the time she needed to convince her that he was in this for the long haul and that she could trust him to cherish her heart should she one day give it to him.

"Aye, that we did," he replied genially. "What say we adjourn to the kitchen to see what those two young scamps are up to?"

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Emma scooped up a fist-ful of snow as she hid behind a large oak tree. Forming it into a ball, she stepped out and took aim.

Bull's eye! Her projectile made contact right between Killian's shoulder blades. The man himself turned on her with a delighted grin that belied his growl of outrage.

"You'll pay dearly for that Swan!" He promised in a low, menacing voice that made her shiver in anticipation.

She imagined him using that tone of voice under different circumstances. What would it be like to hear him growl at her like that without their children present? In a far more private setting? With a lot few clothes between them?

She blinked and shook her head. What was she doing fantasizing about Killian Jones? Bad enough they had to see each other every week without her way-too-fertile imagination helpfully supplying images that made her want to fan herself, even in the midst of a polar vortex.

The next snowball hit her directly in the forehead, and Henry bent over amidst gales of laughter, pleased with the hit he'd scored for the boys' team.

Emma smiled at her son's antics as Alice pulled her back behind their oak tree home base.

"Don't worry," she said. "I'll take care of Henry. You go get my Papa again."

Get him, drag him someplace private, kiss the daylights out of him…

Her inner voice really wouldn’t shut up today!

"Sounds good, kid," Emma said. "Let's go show them what Team Girl is made of!"

Three weeks after Thanksgiving, with Christmas fast approaching, and with six inches of new snow falling overnight, the Swans and Jones had decided to take their book exchange outdoors. Together they'd made a little snow family and then decided to commence a snowball battle for the ages--Killian and Henry versus Emma and Alice.

Emma had no idea who was getting the best of the battle--each side had managed to log several good hits, but what she did know was that she had no idea when she'd had nearly this much fun.

Gathering up another huge handful of snow, Emma stepped from behind the tree...and right into the path of a snowball, lobbed with unerring accuracy, by a man who was grinning ear to ear, clearly quite pleased with both his stealth and his prowess on the frozen field of battle.

Gods, that grin did things to her. Terrible, terrible, delicious things.

"Oh you did not just ambush me!" She said, gripping her snowball more tightly.

"Aye, that I did," his grin impossibly widened, "What are you going to do about it?"

The way he popped that final "t" made her stomach swoop. Emma's breathing quickened. "You're about to find out!" Emma said, beginning to advance on him.

The force of Emma's next snowball knocked Killian to the ground, and the momentum carried Emma forward as well--until she landed directly on top of him.

His breath left him in a whoosh at the contact, and Emma meant to roll off of him, she really did…

But then her eyes met his. Green eyes connecting with a sea of blue. It was as though she was frozen in place, drawn inexorably to him like a moth to a flame (gods, another cliche!). He didn't move, merely looked up at her with eyes filled with surprise and desire.

Almost against her own will, her gaze drifted down to settle on his lips. It was too strong, too much. She could no more stop what was about to happen than she could have stopped the snow from falling last night.

Lowering her head, she took his lips with a hunger she hadn't felt in years...maybe ever. He groaned and then surged up to meet her, lips parting, hand tangling in her hair. It was too much, and not enough. Far from quenching the fire, this kiss seemed to only be fanning the need into flame. Her hands gripped his collar pulling him even nearer.

"Did you get her, Killian?"

The sound of Henry's voice was as effective as a bucket of ice water poured over her head, and Emma got to her feet so quickly her head swam (or was that from the mind-numbing, toe-curling kiss she'd just shared with Killian?). Behind her, she heard the rustling sounds that told her Killian had done the same.

The children came into view just as their parents got to their feet. Oh gods, how much of that did they see? Emma wondered as embarrassment covered her like a cloak.

"Aye, that I did," Killian said in a voice that was far from steady, "but then she returned the favor with interest. I suspect we'll have to call this particular battle a draw."

"That's okay!" Alice said, bouncing on the soles of her feet in her excitement. "It's getting cold anyway. How 'bout we all go to Granny's for some hot cocoa?"

She'd kissed him. Oh gods she'd more than kissed him. She'd full on made out with him right there in the snow with such wild abandon she'd lost all sense, all awareness of where they were and with whom. If Henry hadn't interrupted she legitimately had no idea what might have happened next.

Her embarrassment morphed into shame and disgust with herself.

And fear. So much fear.

Killian and Alice both were becoming so very important to her, she knew it would hurt like hell when they left her.

No, far better to nip this in the bud before she got in any deeper.

Emma took a step back. "Sorry, kid," she said Taking in both Alice and her father as she continued backing away. "We've got to get going."

"But mom!" Henry protested.

"Give Alice the book and let's go!" Emma answered in a tone that brooked no argument.

Turning, she nearly sprinted back to her bug, hoping Henry would follow quickly behind.

What had she done?

She'd ruined everything, and now all she could hope was that she'd make it to the privacy of her own room before she broke down.

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"What happened?" Alice asked on the other end of the phone later that night.

"Don't know," Henry answered miserably. "Everything was going so good, and then…I just don't know!"

"Didn't you say they were kissing when you found them?" Alice asked. "Why would your mom get so upset?"

Henry shrugged before remembering she couldn’t see him over the phone. "I don't know. Sometimes I don't understand adults at all."

"All I know is my dad has been sad ever since," Alice said. "Somehow, you've got to make sure your mom comes over on Christmas Eve like we planned!"

******

"Mom, come on! We've got to go take the book to Alice!" Henry said. "If we don't hurry we'll be late for Christmas Eve dinner with them!"

Emma groaned. She forgot she'd agreed when Killian asked them over for tonight. But that was before. Before a certain kiss for the ages, one she simply couldn't stop thinking about while she was awake or dreaming about when she slept.

His lips were so warm, firm yet gentle. The wet smacking sounds their mouths made as they turned one way then the next trying to go deeper, get closer, meld into each other. The taste of coffee and mint on his tongue. The way her body burned at every point of contact. The way she wanted more, so much more. The way she wanted EVERYTHING.

And that right there was the crux of the problem. She didn't just want his body. She didn't just want a quick roll in the sheets. She wanted a white picket fence life. She wanted their kids growing up together. She wanted him, and it hurt so much she didn't know how she would deal with it.

"I'll drop you off there, kid," Emma said, "but I think I'm gonna have to pass. I'm just...I'm just not up to it, okay?"

"Is it 'cause I saw you kiss Mr. Jones?" Henry asked with a frown, "'cause you're afraid I'd be upset? I'm not upset! I promise! I like Mr. Jones and Alice. I'd be happy if you went on dates with him and stuff."

Emma closed her eyes, feeling the pain well up again, and then she sat on the couch patting the seat next to her, waiting until Henry sat. "It's not because of you," she assured. "It just….wouldn't be a good idea. These things just don't seem to work out for me."

He was silent for a minute and then he took her hand. "Mom, not every guy's gonna be like my dad. Not every guy's gonna leave us. I know Killian really likes you, and I know you can trust him."

Emma wanted to believe that, wanted it more than any Christmas gift she'd ever gotten, but the fear was so strong, like a living clawing at her. "I don't know if I can take that chance."

"Please, Mom?" Henry pleaded. "It's Christmas! You can't just drop me off! We need to spend Christmas together! It's what families do!"

And really what could she say to that? How could she deny her kid his family at Christmas?

"Fine," she said on a sigh. "We'll go to the Jones's, but I don't want you to get your hopes up about anything happening between me and Killian."

****

Killian more than half expected Emma to cancel their Christmas Eve plans. He felt as disoriented after that kiss as he would if he'd gotten whiplash.

They'd been having such a nice day--talking, laughing, flirting, playing. And then she'd kissed the life out of him, leaving him feeling somehow both weak and boneless...and on fire with need for more.

And then the kiss was over and she was running away from him as quickly as she could manage. He wasn't stupid; he understood her like the open book she was to him. She was afraid. Her past had scarred her so badly he didn't know what it would take to heal her again.

Not for the first time, Killian wanted to hunt down Neal Cassidy and pummel him within an inch of his life.

Of course he was frustrated on his own account--his and Alice's, but even more so he ached at Emma's wounds, the ones that had yet to heal, the ones that were holding her back from happiness and love in her life.

She deserved better, she deserved so much better, but Killian knew she was afraid to reach for it.

He'd wanted to call her so many times over the past week, but he was afraid she wasn't yet ready to speak to him.

No, Killian certainly didn't expect her to keep their Christmas Eve date.

And so when he opened his door later that night to reveal not just Henry but Emma as well, his heart lurched in the pleasantest possible manner.

"Swan! Welcome!" He stammered as Henry pushed past them and the two children went off to amuse themselves elsewhere. "I was a bit afraid you wouldn't show up."

She glanced aside, everything about her looking uncomfortable. "I almost didn't. Henry can be very persuasive, though."

"Swan, can we talk about the elephant in the room?" He asked after a moment. Was it better to dance around the subject or attack it directly? He didn't know, but what he did know was that their kiss had sealed it in his mind.

He'd fallen deeply, passionately and irrevocably in love with Emma Swan. What manner of man would he be if he let the love of his life out of his life without even a fight?

"Killian, it was only a kiss," she said, crossing her arms protectively over her chest. "How is that an elephant in the room?"

"It's what the kiss exposed," he answered, looking at her earnestly, willing her to see his sincerity. "I never thought I'd be capable of letting go of my first love, my Milah, to believe I could find someone else. That is until I met you."

Her eyes widened and she sucked in a deep breath as the impact of what he'd just said hit her.

"Killian…" she said warily. She wanted to run; he could see it in her eyes. He stopped her with a gentle hand to her arm.

"Emma, I don't say this to make you uncomfortable or to trap you into something you're uncomfortable with."

"Then why do you say it?" She asked, the anger heavy in her voice. He knew her well enough to see the fear and pain beneath the anger.

"Because you deserve to be loved," he said simply. "You deserve a man who will cherish you with every beat of his heart. If you don't wish that man to be me, I'll of course honor your wishes, but don't close yourself off from love, Swan. It's worth it."

"Is it, though?" She asked in a voice that ached. "I can't fall for you and then lose you. I can't. I can't lose you too."

His heart hurt at the pain in her voice, and almost unconsciously he rubbed at her shoulders. "I don't know what the future will bring," he said "no one does. What I do know is that I'd never leave you. I'd never willingly hurt you. Search me out. See if I'm lying to you."

He forced himself to stay still, open and honest while she stared into his eyes. After a moment she shook her head, something suspiciously like hope coming into her eyes for the first time all night. "No, I don't think you are."

"I'm not," he said firmly. "So what do you say, Emma? Will you take a chance on me? Take a chance on us?"

For a moment more she merely stood there, looking at him, and then she stepped forward kissing him slowly, gently.

From behind them came the sound of cheering. They broke apart, laughing at the sight of their two kids standing behind them jumping up and down and high-fiving each other.

"I told you it would work!" Alice said.

"You aren't mad at us for being sneaky, are you?" Henry asked.

Emma laughed before reaching down and threading her fingers with Killian's. "Nope. I think we are all gonna be so happy together there won't be any room left for anger, kid."

Notes: Happy New Year’s Eve! These last two years have been challenging, to say the least, but I hope your 2022 is the best year yet!

–With this update, this particular story is at an end. Where Fluffy Fridays goes next, I don’t know, but I’ll see you in 2022 for more fluff and romance!

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happytobecambridge · 10 years ago

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It Must Run in the Family

Always a great way to end the week with Captain Charming Friday! What happens when fluff takes over?

Title: It Must Run in the Family Word Count: 2,000ish Summary: The first day of school makes everyone nervous- even the son of Captain Hook. An early riser, long before his days as a Captain now allows him the chance for a regular morning routine- to sit at his kitchen table, his hands wrapped around the mug of coffee, as he listens to the ripples of the seas and the chirps of the morning birds. But on this particular morning, his routine is disrupted when he feels a tug on his flannel pajama pants (he’s picked up a few things from the prince and they’re warm which is nice against the Storybrooke chill), before he’s joined at the table by his youngest son.

The young boy looks lost in thought, his eyebrow furrowed in the same manner that mimics his father, his chin resting on the edge of the table. Much to Emma and everyone’s amusement, the young boy (from birth) has turned out to be Killian’s mini-me, both in physical appearance and mannerisms.

“Hot chocolate, son?”

The young lad shares his mother and his half brother’s love for the heart-warming, sweet-tooth drink, dashed with a sprinkle of cinnamon.

Liam nods his head vigorously, whatever troubling him quickly forgotten with the words of his favorite drink. Killian stands up from the table and grabs some milk from the fridge before heating it up on the stove. From behind him, he can hear the quiet hums of the old sea-faring tunes he used to sing to Liam as lullabies. He glances over his shoulder and finds the young boy softly singing as he stares outside the window, his small feet dangling from the chair as he swings them back and forth.

Once the milk steams, he grabs the cocoa powder and begins stirring it in, as he questions his son. “Something on your mind, lad?

He’s met with the sound of silence, one he knows quite well- similar to Emma (and himself,but he won’t admit it) young Liam’s quietly brood quietly brooding over the troubles that seem to be turning and tumbling around in his mind. Killian isn’t one to push and he’ll gladly wait until Liam seems ready to talk. He pours the steaming chocolate drink into a mug, similar to his, and sprinkles a dash of cinnamon on top, before carrying it over to the table. Placing it in front of his son, winks, “Drink up me hearties-”

“Yo ho!” Liam chimes in, wrapping his fingers around the mug- the same way he’s seen his Papa done innumerable times. Killian chuckles at the young boy’s enthusiasm for piracy (taken after his old man) and takes a sip from his cup, before gazing out at the water, the calm dance of the waves as they hit the rocks against the shore.

“Papa?”

Killian turns his gaze from the water to the young boy sitting in front of him. “Aye?”

“Is it okay if I stay home and go with you to the docks today?” The young boy hesitantly asks his father- his hopeful look tugging at Killian’s heartstrings. It’s almost enough to sway Killian to acquiesce, but he pauses, knowing that Emma wouldn’t be too pleased with him.

“Hmmmm….but what about your school?”

“That’s okay, Papa! I can just go tomorrow!” Liam offers as a compromise, his little head nodding at the brilliancy of this plan.

“But, lad, your first day of school is today. Not tomorrow.” Killian sets down the mug, his perceptiveness did come in handy when it came to reading people, but most especially his family. He can sense that perhaps young Liam is feeling less enthused about the docks and more anxious about heading to school.

Liam stares down at his mug, watching the swirls of chocolate as they mingle with the sprinkles of cinnamon. He doesn’t want to look up because he knows that when he does and he meets his father’s eyes, he’ll start crying. He doesn’t want to do that because he’s supposed to be brave- like Henry, like Mama, like Papa.

“Liam..” Killian’s soft voice, gently coaxes the young boy to reveal what’s on his mind, his true intent of wanting to go to the docks today.

He’s never been able to hide anything from his Papa, even times when he knows that he’s bound to get in trouble. He hasn’t been able to sleep the past two nights, turning and tossing around in his bed, reciting the names of the constellations in his head (Papa and Henry taught them to him while sailing), his little stomach fluttering with more nerves than excitement. All of his feelings have finally caught up to him in addition to his lack of sleep and the tears just spill forth as the cries wrack his little body.

Killian’s heart aches at the sight of his son sobbing- even when the young lad was a little babe, he found it heartbreaking to let him cry. He gently moves his chair over to Liam’s side and rubs the young lad’s back, whispering words of reassurance, in hopes to provide some comfort to his son’s ails.

Once Liam’s cries turn to whimpers and soft hiccups, he looks up, meeting Killian’s concerned gaze. Killian tugs on his right ear, the little motion between the two of them they share that says I’m listening, and tilts his head and waits.

All of Liam’s fears come rushing out, quickly, his words blending in together- he doesn’t stop to even take a breath, until his father tells him, to stop and breathe.

His worries about not making friends, about being away from mama and papa, about what if the teacher doesn’t like him. His voice breathless once again as he relays this all to his father. Once he’s finished all that he’s wanted to say, Killian hands him his mug of hot chocolate, no longer steaming, but still warm, and gestures for him to drink. All the crying and the explaining have made him quite thirsty so he takes a long and large gulp.

“Liam David Jones. Do you know who you were named after?” Killian leans forward, resting his chin in his hand.

“Liam for Uncle Liam, your brother, Papa. And David for Grandpa, Mama’s Papa,” Liam answers slowly.

“Aye. And both of those men are two of the strongest, bravest, most pure of heart men I know. But do you want me to share with you a secret?”

“Aye.”

“They’ve been scared and nervous before too. It’s a normal feeling lad, when you venture into uncharted and unknown lands. Your uncle was nervous and scared for his first day on the Jewel of the Realm. Way before he was the captain, when he was a young lad, a bit older than Henry, working as the ship’s swabbie. Likewise, your grandfather too felt the same when he was a shepherd, who had to muster up the courage and fight off what would his his first or many dragons. So you see lad, even the bravest have their own fears they have to confront.”

“So you’re saying it’s okay that I’m scared?” Liam asks softly.

Killian nods, as he watches his son take in all that he’s just told him.

“But just like Uncle Liam and Grandpa, I’ll be okay?” Liam quietly ponders.

“Aye, more than okay, son.” Killian’s smile is enough to appease the young boy’s fears and his heart feels lighter once he sees the young boy relax and go back to drinking his hot chocolate.

It’s a bittersweet moment for him. His happiness is met with a small hint of sadness that his young boy is about to make his first venture into the world and that Liam won’t always need him.

As he stands with Emma, before they wave him off into the classroom, Liam reaches his arms out for a hug, which he gladly accepts. He ruffles the young lad’s hair and reminds him to practice good form, which Liam whispers back.

-/-

Leaning against the side of the car, David hears the school bell ring and he waits to see the moppy black hair amongst the school children exiting the building. He sees Liam bound out of the building, waving goodbye to the new friends he’s made on his first day, and he greets his grandson with a fierce hug.

“Hey buddy! How was your first day of school?”

His simple question is met with the chattering of an excited five year old, ready to share every detail of his day. Leading them to the car, he listens as Liam sprouts off different facts about his teacher, the class pet (a bunny, how cute), the people he sits with, the craft they did. He buckles Liam in, before they make their way to Granny’s to meet up with the rest of the family.

As they drive over, he notices a hush come over Liam. Glancing in the rear view mirror, he sees Liam staring outside the window, so he asks if everything’s alright.

“Grandpa. I gotta tell you something.”

“All ears, buddy.”

“This morning, I didn’t want to go to school. I was scared and wanted to stay home with Papa. But he said that it was okay to be scared because Grandpa, you once were scared, but you’re- you’re one of the bravest men Papa knows! You’re Prince Charming!”

David laughs at the awe that goes along with Liam naming his enchanted forest moniker. “You know Liam, your Papa’s one smart guy. It’s okay that you were scared and that you didn’t want to go at first, but you know what? I’m proud of you because even though you were scared, you found the courage to go and face your fears.”

“Grandpa, do you ever think I can be as brave as you?” Liam asks hopefully.

“As brave as me, and your Uncle Liam, and your Papa combined!” His reply must be pretty good because it’s met with laughter from the backseat.

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Once they enter Granny’s, Liam immediately runs over to his parents and his grandmother. His excitement barrels him forward and he’s swept up into a hug by his mother and father. Later that evening when Liam is in Emma’s arms as they head out of the diner, Killian runs up to David and thanks him for picking up the young boy from school.

“You know, Liam mentioned something to me on our way home. He said you told him that I was one of the bravest men you know. I told him I always knew his father was a smart cookie.”

“Smart what, mate? Did you say cookie?” Befuddled at how a sweet delicacy can be deemed as intelligent, the expressions in this world will always puzzle him to no end.

Waving him off, David explains. “It’s an expression. Doesn’t matter.” The sincerity that overtakes his voice speaks volumes. “ Anyways, I’m really honored that you think of me in that way.”

“I once told you when we were back in Neverland that you would get along well with my brother, Liam. I truly meant it, mate. You both are two of the most stubborn arses I know.”

Killian looks over at Liam up ahead with Emma before he continues. “But you also are brave, and strong, and loyal. You fight for what’s right and I want my son to grow up and be like that.”

“He will be. He has you to look up to, to guide him, and show him the way.” Killian nods, humbly, as David claps him on the back.

“If you two are done your little bromance moment, anyone mind getting the door for me?” Emma teased from in front of them, head tilted to the side, a content smile gracing her face, her son in her arms, snoring softly on her shoulder.

“Come on, ol’ man, we gotta get the little pirate to bed.” David would never hesitate for the opportunity to tease his friend of his advanced age.

A small smile, one of fondness and nostalgia, softly lit up Killian’s face as he watched David jog up to Emma.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if his son ended up being a little prince. Perhaps even a pirate prince- but with a name like Liam David, one thing’s certain- his son will definitely be one stubborn arse.

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Because who doesn’t need some fluff to end their week: popculturesalad, potentialheartofdarkness, ive-always-been-a-pirate, we-should-buckle-some-swash, katnipswan.

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edgeofrealms · 10 years ago

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Attention shipmates!

Do you love Captain Swan? Do you love writing or reading fluff featuring these two adorable idiots?? Do you love making gifs or graphics of Killian’s amazing smile or Emma’s general preciousness? Well, I say we start a new tradition in fandom: Fluff Fridays! It’ll be every Friday from now through the end of hiatus, and on those days, you can send your fave writers some fluffy prompts, or as a writer you can write a short fic, or make a graphic or gifset. There’s only one requirement: Make our babies HAPPY! (They deserve it). I really want to see how ridiculous we can get. I WANT YOU TO ROT OUR TEETH OUT WITH THE SWEETNESS, PEOPLE.

Since the season 4 finale brought us angst in the worst best way possible, I think we need a chance to lighten the mood a bit, wouldn’t you say?

This is open to any and everyone who wishes to participate :) All you have to do is reblog to spread the word and use the tag #csfridayfluff so we can keep track of it all!

(Need some prompts to get the muse going? Check here - i’ll be updating this list as I find more!). You can also track the #csfridayfluff tag to find more prompts!

#csfridayfluff #captain swan #csartistsnetwork #cs ff #spread the word!#colormyheartred

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wait-for-the-snitch · 10 years ago

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Just Us

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A full orchestra, a feast so large it needed to have entertainment breaks to allow time for the food to digest between courses, a mini ballet performance, and inviting the entire bloody town. And this was just what Emma’s mother had come up with so far for her wedding.

When Killian had proposed to her, it had been during their one year anniversary. He had taken her out on the Jolly Roger and under the stars they had shared a beautiful candlelit dinner which he had personally learned to cook all her favourites; including grilled cheese, onion rings, and a chocolate cake. He had even substituted out the rum for a bottle of her favourite wine. The two of them had eaten on the deck of the ship, sitting on a blanket, as he played her favourite songs on a playlist she suspected her son had helped him with. And later, they had danced, just as they had during their first ball together in the Enchanted Forest.

As the music died down, he had pulled away from her, as he began to fiddle with something in his pocket. And before she had known it, he was down on one knee, holding her left hand in his.

“Emma Swan,” he had murmured as he pulled out a ring that he once explained had belonged to his mother. “You are my entire world. You are the stars that shine brightly through the darkness that help me find my way, and you are the compass that guides me through the night. I love you more than the entirety of all the realms, and my love for you cannot fade or be broken, as it grows with each day. I want to always fight for you even if it means standing back and proudly watching you brilliantly fight as well. I want to spend every moment of the rest of my life with you. Emma, will you marry me?”

She would have been lying if she said she didn’t shed a few tears as she accepted.

They had spent that night together on the ship, as he told her stories about the stars, before the two of them lulled off into a deep sleep.

Her mother had spent a fifteen moments crying when they told her the following morning. Granted, they had all known he was proposing, but it didn’t stop the waterworks from appearing on her mother’s face.

But suddenly it was like a switch turned on in her mind, as her mother had gone into straight on wedding planner mode. It was almost as if she were trying to make up for every single thing Snow had missed in Emma’s life; all the birthdays and the coming of age ball, and was attempting to throw a huge celebration to make up for all those lost moments.

And it was turning into a huge nightmare.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just run away with me?” she asked Killian, for the hundredth time. She buried her head into her fiancé’s chest and his arms wrapped her comfortingly. She had come home after a long session of Ruby and Snow trying to figure out if her dress should be pearl white, stark white, champagne, or ivory. “We could always drive out of town and straight to Vegas and elope in a small chapel.”

He laughed slightly as he kissed her forehead, “As much as I would love to run away with you, we can’t. Not because I don’t want to be married to you already, because if it were up to me, I would have married you the day we got engaged, but because you would feel guilty. Despite the show your mother is putting on, you want your parents there with you, alongside your son.”

She sighed, “I know,” she surrendered, closing her eyes. “I just wish it didn’t need to be so fancy. All I need is you there, and nothing else. I don’t even care if I were to get married wearing my red jacket and skinny jeans.”

“You would be the most beautiful woman in the room,” he told her sincerely, as his cerulean eyes met hers.

A thought crossed her mind, “Killian, you know in this realm Captains can perform wedding ceremonies?”

His right eyebrow raised as he looked at her, “Aye? As they can in the Enchanted Forest.”

“How about we get married right now; just the two of us? It’s small and quaint, and then we can have a big ceremony later,” she asked quietly.

His eyes twinkled at that, “Emma Swan, I promise to love you and cherish you for as many years as I live. I promise to always follow you, through realms and times, through times of darkness and light. I promise to fight for us and our family. Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“I will,” she smiled. “Killian Jones, I promise that I will always open up to you about what I am feeling, and if I can’t, I promise to never completely shut you out. I promise to love you and I promise that I will try and protect you to the best of my abilities. Will you do me the honour of becoming my husband?”

“I do,” he said with a grin. “By the powers vested in me, I pronounce us husband and wife.”

She let him finish his words, before kissing him tenderly as she cupped his face, and his arms circled her body.

Of course her mother was none too pleased when she found out that night at dinner, despite Emma and Killian trying to keep it under wraps.

“But why?” Snow asked her with misty eyes, sitting down at one of the kitchen stools. “I was trying to make everything perfect for you!”

“Because I just wanted him,” Emma said simply. “I don’t care about the flowers or the feast or the ballet or the orchestra. I just wanted Killian. We can still have the ceremony for everyone to witness, but none of that ever mattered to me.”

Her father cut off Snow before she could say anything, “Snow, it wasn’t as if the two of us didn’t have our own tiny ceremony. You can’t blame our daughter for doing the same.”

“But that was for your mother!” Snow argued, before deflating, “I suppose I can reel in the wedding,” she said softly.

“Good,” Emma smiled, as Killian held her hand. “I know how much it means to you, Mom, and I didn’t want to take it away from you.”

Snow pulled her in for a hug, “Oh, Emma,” she said softly. “How about we go through everything and you tell me exactly what you want? I know you didn’t think much about this sort of thing growing up, so how about we make it a ceremony you want and have a part planning? No matter how small it may be.”

“Thank you,” Emma smiled. “I’d like that.”

“As long as I still get to walk her down the aisle, I don’t care what happens,” David inputted, slightly glaring at Killian. She figured it was because her husband had asked Henry to be his best man as David already had a role in the ceremony as father of the bride and Snow was her maid of honour. On top of that, the two of them had become thick as thieves and whenever they were off whispering she knew she should be wary of what was happening.

“We’ll see,” Snow teased her husband, causing him to pull her into a kiss.

“And on that note, Killian and I are heading home for the night,” Emma announced, as she practically pulled Killian out the door.

He stopped her as they closed the door, and pulled her in closely.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“Kissing my wife,” he said with a smile, as his lips touched hers. As her fingers ran up his chest, she used her magic to poof them to their shared apartment, right into their bedroom. “Impatient, aren’t we, Love?”

“Shut up,” she groaned, pushing him onto the bed. She smiled down at the sight in front of her; it was most certainly going to be a pleasant night.

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 4 years ago

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 112: A Way Home

Pairing: Captain Swan

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CS Genre: Canon divergence (2x9)

“So any ideas where Cora might have gone?” Emma asked as she, Snow White and Captain Hook convened a mini strategy session while Mulan and Aurora went off to look for ways to save Philip from the wraith.

“She believed Lake Nostos would be the ideal location in which to open the portal,” Hook said. “It’s a place of great magic, and it’s thought to be the place by which all the realms are connected.”

Snow gasped, and Emma looked toward her, curious about her reaction. “What?”

“It’s just…” Snow said, looking suspiciously at Hook, “yeah, Lake Nostos has powerful magical properties, but there’s a bit of a problem. It’s gone.”

Emma’s brows furrowed. “Gone? What do you mean it’s gone?”

Snow explained of a time she, Charming and Lancelot had gone to the lake in order to cure his mother. They’d found only one, tiny snail shell full of the precious water. Now the lake bed was completely dried up.

Emma whirled and glared at Hook, arms crossed. “What would Cora want from a lake that’s no longer there? You sure you’re not leading us astray?”

Killian frowned, taking a step forward. “And what the bloody hell would I have to gain by lying to you? If you’ll recall, Cora has the compass and the ashes. By leading you on a merry chase I’d merely ensure I missed my opportunity to travel to the Land Without Magic where I can finally skin my crocodile.”

He had a point. Emma may not totally trust the too-hot-for-his-own-good pirate, but she did trust that he wouldn’t work against his own self-interest.

“Fine,” Emma said. “Lead us to Lake Nostos. We can work out a battle plan on the way.”

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

Emma was the first to spot Cora just as she waved her hand and water began to sprout from the dry ground like some kind of geyser.

“There!” she pointed. “Quick! We’ve got to stop her before she opens the portal.”

The three of them took off running, but before they were able to reach the witch, she poured the sparkly wardrobe ash into the pool of water, and a swirling vortex opened up. They were going to be too late! Any moment Cora would drop the compass into the portal and leave them high and dry.

“Don’t worry, Emma,” Snow said, pausing long enough to grab her bow, “I’ve got this.”

Emma watched in amazement as her mother fitted an arrow into the bow, took aim, and expertly knocked the compass from Cora’s hand into the sand on the far side. Cora retaliated immediately, tossing a fireball in their direction. Snow dove to the ground just in time.

“Mom!” Emma shouted.

“Don’t worry, honey,” Snow said, getting to her feet and reaching for another arrow, “she missed. I’ll keep her occupied. You go get the compass.”

Emma hesitated another moment, but then nodded and headed in the direction of the compass, feeling Hook fast on her heels. The sounds of the battle could be heard behind them, and Emma tried desperately to put it from her mind. The only chance they had was to get the compass and get through the portal before Regina’s bitch of a mother, and she couldn’t do that if she was worrying about her mom.

“Don’t worry Swan, we’ll find it, and your mother will be fine. She can take care of herself,” Hook muttered as he sprinted past her.

It was kind of unnerving just how well he could read her mind.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Captain,” Cora called as a blast of magic knocked Snow off her feet and she crumpled to the ground unconscious.

“Mom!” Emma shouted.

“Get the compass, love!” Hook shouted.

Emma swallowed down her panic, and scanned the sand around her once more. Suddenly she saw a glint of something metal in the distance. She’d found it! She dove to the dry lake bed and reached out for it. Hook, looking back to keep an eye on Cora, tripped over her, and fell to the ground, landing atop her.

The breath left Emma in a whoosh, as the heavy pirate landed on her. Hook froze for a moment, shock evident on his face, and Emma was suddenly uncomfortably aware of how very blue his eyes were, how very good he smelled, how right his heavy presence atop her felt, how easy it would be to lift her head and find out if those full red lips were as soft and luscious as they looked.

For a moment they lay there, frozen against each other, the danger around them fading away, but then Hook blinked, shook his head, and reached above her head, snagging the compass. In a single, fluid move, he got to his feet, reached down with his hook and helped her up.

“Excellent job, Captain,” Cora said with a nasty smirk. “It seems you’ve served your purpose after all. Now, hand over the compass and we can be on our way.”

Emma’s eyes widened, and she felt her stomach plummet. He’d…he’d been playing them? The betrayal rose strong and almost tangible as she whirled on him. How had she let herself be such a fool as to believe a handsome, charming pirate could actually be worth their trust?

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

Hook watched as the betrayal and pain crossed the Swan girl’s face. Damn Cora and her manipulative ways! He’d only just won Emma’s trust, and now the bloody witch meant to destroy it.

Precisely why it was he craved Swan’s trust, he didn’t wish to contemplate too deeply. It was simply because, as he’d told them at the first, the princesses were far safer company, and he needed to retain their trust long enough to get to Storybrooke. That was all.

Or so he told himself.

He took a step back. “Oh, I think not.”

Cora took a menacing step toward him. “Excuse me.”

“I said, your majesty, I think not,” Hook said firmly. “I’ve tossed my lot in with the heroes, and with them shall I travel to this Land Without Magic.”

For a moment, he thought Cora would curse him on the spot, but suddenly her face softened. “Come now, Hook. You’re an intelligent man. I know the Swan girl’s lovely, but you’re far too cunning to be swayed by a pair of green eyes and a head of blonde hair. These princesses may possess the ability to get you to Storybrooke, but only I can help you accomplish your revenge once you get there.”

For a moment Hook hesitated. Cora did make an excellent point. He knew hero types. They tended to frown upon the kind of cold-blooded murder he had in store for the Crocodile.

But his hesitation was over as soon as it began.

“You locked me in the Crocodile’s bloody cell,” Hook said, taking a step back, a step closer to Swan. “I’d be a fool to trust you again. No thanks, Cora, dear. The compass will remain with me, and you can remain in the Enchanted Forest and rot.”

For a long, heavy moment there was silence as the thunderclouds gathered on Cora’s brow, and then she struck, as quick and deadly as a snake. With one wave of her hand, the compass flew from his grip directly toward her.

“That was most unwise, Captain,” Cora said, her voice low and menacing. “And for that, you shall pay. Dearly.”

Her hand shot out toward his chest, and for one horrifying moment, Hook knew exactly what was about to happen. He vividly recalled the sharp, white-hot gripping pain as Cora plunged her hand into his chest and squeezed his heart. He braced himself for impact.

But it never came.

Hook’s eyes widened in alarm as Swan stepped in front of him just as Cora struck. “No!” he shouted as the witch’s hand plunged into Emma’s chest. He couldn’t watch another woman murdered before his eyes via heart crushing. He couldn’t! Killian reached for his sword, but before he could pull it from its scabbard, Cora shot him with magic, freezing him in place.

“Oh you foolish, foolish girl!” Cora said with a sickening smile. “Don’t you know? Selflessness is weakness.”

“No,” Swan said, suddenly standing straight. A beam of pure light shown from her chest, blasting Cora off her feet. “It’s strength.

Cora jumped to her feet, and before any of the rest of them could make a move, she tossed the compass into the portal and jumped in after it. It was all over in but a moment. The portal closed, and they were left standing by nothing but a placid pool of water.

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

“No!” Emma shouted, running toward the lake. Cora couldn’t have taken their only ride home. She couldn’t! That wasn’t how these stories went! The good guys won; the bad guys got left behind.

Emma felt a comforting arm go around her waist, and looked over to see her mother standing at her side.

“Mom, we failed,” Emma said. “Now we’re stuck in this God forsaken realm forever while Regina’s freaking mother has free range to terrorize everyone we love!”

“We’ll find another way,” Snow said firmly. “We always do.”

Emma growled deep in her throat. “You know, Mary Margaret, sometimes your optimism is infuriating.”

Hook swaggered forward, cocky grin in place. “Now love, I’d give your mother more credit if I were you.”

Emma crossed her arms and glared at him. “Yeah? You have some sort of, I don’t know, magic…whatever…up your sleeve that can suddenly get us home?”

He swaggered into her space, so close she could feel the heat radiating off of his ridiculously exposed chest. “You’ve no faith in me at all, do you, darling? As it happens, I do have a method to transport us to Storybrooke.”

“Yeah? What exactly is this ‘method’ that you suddenly have?”

Hook reached around his neck and grabbed the small, brown shriveled bean he’d placed there. “The bean that the giant kept.”

“You mean the one that’s dried up, dead and useless,” Emma said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

“Ah, but you forget, love,” Killian said, pulling the chain over his head. “As your mother said, Lake Nostos has curative properties. It can make new what once was old.”

For just about the first time since she and Mary Margaret had landed in this stupid realm, Emma felt a shot of pure, unadulterated optimism. “You really think that could work?”

“Of course it could work, Emma!” Snow said, brilliant smile draping her face. “Hook, you’re a genius!”

“Aye,” he said with a grin. “There’s more to me, my lady, than my devastatingly handsome looks.”

With that, Killian stepped forward, submerged the bean in the water, and then turned back toward them. Where once was a shriveled, lifeless thing, now was a bright, sparkly bean, glowing with life.

They’d done it! They’d found a way home.

“And that’s it? No need for a compass or…some kind of portal jumping GPS?” Emma asked.

Hook’s brow furrowed. “GP…what?”

“Nevermind,” Mary Margaret said. “That bean’s all we need Emma. It’ll get us wherever we want to go, no matter the realm.”

And as Killian took Emma and Mary Margaret to his ship, tossed the bean into the sea and then sailed them through, Emma felt a smile creep up. They’d done it! Despite all odds, they’d made it home, and it was in large part due to the handsome pirate at her side.

Maybe, just maybe she could take a chance that her instincts had been right about him all along.

Notes:

--Sorry for no update last week. The muse just wasn’t cooperating with me. I knew what I wanted to happen, but the words just weren’t there.

--Happy Once Day! I’m not as crazy excited about the start of this season as I have been in the past, but OUAT is still my favorite show, so I’m happy to see its return!

--And there ends my season 2 canon divergent scene. Up next: Adam and Eddie have insisted we don’t want to see a show where our faves are just happy doing regular things, but I, for one, would like to disagree. I think I’m going to write a deleted scene/future fic that just chronicles an ordinary week night in the Swan/Jones household.

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#cs ff #csfridayfluff #cs fluffy fridays #cs canon divergence #my fanfiction #fluffy fridays #not a new post #for some reason ch. 112 disappeared #and no matter what I could I couldn't get it back #so had to make a whole new post #still #it's an old story #if you haven't read it #or haven't read it in a long time #enjoy!

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 6 years ago

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 149: Living With Hope

Pairing: Captain Swan

Other Chapters: ( 1) (2) ( 3) ( 4) ( 5) (6) ( 7) ( 8) ( 9) ( 10) ( 11) ( 12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31) (32) (33) (34) (35) (36) (37) (38) (39) (41) (42) (43) (44) (45) (46) (47) (48) (49) (50) (51) (52) (53) (54) (55) (56) (57) (58) (59) (60) (61) (62) (63) (64) (65) (66) (67) (68) (69) (70) (71) (72) (73) (74) (75) (76) (77) (78) (79) (80) (81) (82) (83) (84) (85) (86) (87) (88) (89) (90) (91) (92) (93) (94) (95) (96) (97) (98) (99) (100) (101) (102) (103) (104) (105) (106) (107) (108) (109) (110) (111) (112) (113) (114) (115) (116) (117) (118) (119) (120) (121) (122) (123) (124) (125) (126) (127) (128) (129) (130) (131) (132) (133) (134) (135) (136) (137) (138) (139) (140) (141) (142) (143) (144) (145) (146) (147) (148) (150) (151) (152) (153) (154) (155) (156) (157) (158) (159) (160) (161) (162) (163) (164) (165) (166) (167) (168) (169) (170) (171) (172) (173) (174)

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Living with Hope

CS Genre: Deleted Scene from 7x22

“Swan!” came Killian’s panicked shout up the stairs, “have you seen Hope’s favorite pacifier? Love, you know we’ll never make it through the ceremony without it!”

Emma groaned, running a quick brush through her hair and artfully tousling her curls. They didn’t have time for this! The coronation was in fifteen minutes and she still needed to feed the baby before they left.

“Try the bassinet in the nursery, babe,” she called, riffling through her makeup bag. “Killian? Did you take my eyeliner again? We talked about this!”

She heard him lay the baby in her little bouncy seat, murmur some nonsense to her, and then go in search of her pacifier. “This time, I’m innocent, darling,” he called, as he rushed toward the nursery. “Try the top drawer of the vanity. It seems to me I saw it there.”

This was what her life was now. Constant rush and chaos trying to get ready to go…well…anywhere. No one warned her she’d need to bring half the nursery every time she and Killian took Hope anywhere. And then there were feeding schedules and diaper changes. Naptime had to be strictly observed. If the baby didn’t get her morning and afternoon naps, she’d scream like a banshee all evening. If she got her naps too late, she’d be up half the night.

Life with a baby was crazy.

Life with a baby was the most beautiful, fulfilling adventure she could have ever asked for.

Emma smiled as she applied her mascara and then heard Killian’s shout of triumph when he finally found the pacifier. Twenty-eight year old her would never have believed this life she was living, but she loved it with every fiber of her being.

“No!” Killian groaned from downstairs.

“What is it, hun?” Emma asked, fluffing her hair one last time and then rushing out of the bathroom.

“The little lass has soiled herself again,” Killian lamented. “Perhaps you’d best grab another garment before you head down, love. She’s soiled her entire dress. How can so much excrement come out of someone so small?”

Emma groaned. Oh they were definitely going to be late to Regina’s coronation now. It would probably take both her and Killian to get the baby cleaned up and presentable again.

But in the grand scheme of things, it was all worth it. Emma wouldn’t trade a moment of her messy chaotic life. She had her husband, she had her son back, and she had Hope.

Life was good.

Notes:

--So this isn’t a new story. This was actually written to fulfill a prompt sent to me by @sherlockianwhovian just after the OUAT finale, and it’s really short, but life has been crazy lately. I’ve been under the gun at work all month to finish a project for work that is taking basically every moment of my free time, so fandom things have had to take a backseat. I didn’t, however want to delay posting for yet another week, so I decided to go with this one. But hey, it’s fluffy, and it’s mommy Emma and daddy Killian so that’s good, right?

--Next up: fingers crossed I can finish this for next week! I have an outline finished for a season 7a series of short deleted scene vignettes about CS throughout Emma’s pregnancy with Hope.

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 147: The Groom’s Side, pt. 1

Pairing: Captain Swan

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The Groom’s Side—pt. 1 of 2

CS Genre: Deleted scene (pt. 1) and Canon divergence (pt. 2) from 6x19 and 6x20

Killian laid back upon his small bunk in the captain’s quarters and closed his eyes, hoping the gentle swaying of the Jolly would sooth him to sleep. So many emotions swirled inside as his mind played over the events of the past weeks and as he looked forward to the events of tomorrow.

Tomorrow he married his True Love, his soul mate, the love of his life, and the one to whom every beat of his heart belonged.

Killian smiled to himself, thinking of the way Swan would gently tease him for using such “sappy” language, and yet the look in her eye would prove she loved, craved every moment of it.

Turning over and punching his pillow, Killian tried to find a comfortable position. He and Swan had only been sharing a bed for a few weeks now, but he was surprised at how hard it was to go to sleep without her beside him. Her warmth, the softness of her hair tickling his chest as she pillowed her head against him, the delicate scent of vanilla from the shampoo she preferred, the rhythmic sound of her breathing as she slumbered. He missed it all.

Killian heaved out a frustrated sigh. One night. He could handle one night to appease superstition, and then he need never be parted from her again. She would be his wife, and he her husband. They would be bound together for all eternity. (He rather liked the version of the vows Archie had proposed.)

So aye, he felt joy, excitement, anticipation, but he could not deny that a small, niggling part of him felt something resembling melancholy as well.

A wedding was a family affair, a chance for two families to come together and celebrate the way they’ve now become connected. Emma had a family and an entire town behind her, and Killian couldn’t be happier for his fiancée. The lonely lost girl had finally found her home and her family, and it warmed Killian more than he could say.

He only wished he had more than Smee and the handful of his remaining crew to be seated on the groom’s side of the wedding venue.

“How I wish you could be here, brother,” he murmured.

He was grateful beyond words he’d been able to see Liam once more in the Underworld, to bid him a proper farewell and see him sail off into his eternal reward, but somehow seeing him again brought his current absence into stark clarity in a way it hadn’t in centuries.

Aye, Liam had been more than suspicious of Emma at first, but he’d come to accept her place, her importance in Killian’s life, and Killian believed if the two people he loved most in all the realms had had a chance to truly come to know each other, they would have become fast friends.

But it was not to be. Liam and their parents were gone, Nemo and Liam the younger beyond the reach of communication. Killian took a deep breath and slowly let it out. It mattered not if his loved ones were not present at his wedding. It would still be the single happiest moment of his life.

Best he dwell on what he did have—which was a far sight more than he felt he deserved after his centuries of villainy—rather than on what he didn’t

Riiiiiiiiiiiing!!

Killian jumped at the sudden wailing of his talking device, his heart racing in his chest, and his hand instinctively reaching for his discarded hook. He laughed to himself as he took the small phone in his hand instead and peered down at the display.

Henry.

Killian smiled to himself, swiping across the green circle on the screen as Swan had showed him.

“Lad?” he asked loudly, “what brings you to the talking phone at this time of the evening?”

Jeez, Killian! Henry replied, You know you don’t have to shout into the phone, right? And it’s just phone. Not talking phone.

Killian rolled his eyes good naturedly. “Aye, so you’ve said. Repeatedly. Anything I can help you with tonight?”

Henry was silent for a moment.

No. Everything’s fine. It’s just weird without you here. Somehow the house feels huge with just me and mom.

“I miss you and your mother as well,” Killian said, “but traditions must be kept. No sense in inviting bad luck to our marriage by seeing the bride before the wedding.”

So, I was thinking, Henry said, after the honeymoon and everything, maybe you and I can have a guy’s day. I was hoping maybe you could teach me more about your ship and sailing and stuff. Then maybe we could order pizza and I could beat you at a few video games.

Killian grinned. “I’ll have you know, I’ve improved tremendously at that device. Don’t be surprised if it’s I who emerges victorious.”

Henry laughed on the other end of the line. Dream on, Killian. You don’t stand a chance.

“We shall see about that.”

Anyway, then maybe Mom can join us, and we can start that Star Wars marathon I’ve been wanting to do. I mean…that is if you want to. I know you and mom will want to have your alone time and stuff, and you won’t want an annoying kid hanging around…

Killian shook his head vehemently, even though the lad couldn’t see. “That’s where you’re wrong, Henry. Aye, I love your mother more than my very life, and we’ll wish to spend some alone time together, but tomorrow I’ll not only be gaining a wife, I’ll also be gaining a stepson, and I couldn’t be more delighted that that stepson is you. Don’t ever think I consider you an ‘annoying kid’. I’d be honored to spend a guy’s day with you.”

Cool! Henry answered. Well, I guess I better go. Big day tomorrow; I should probably head to bed.

“Goodnight lad.”

Killian swiped the button that would disconnect the call and then placed the device on his bedside table, a grin on his face.

Laying back down, he attempted to get comfortable.

He’d just begun to drift off when the blasted talking phone began wailing once more.

“Aye?” he bit out, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice. These ‘cell phones’ were useful inventions, but they could also be bloody annoying.

Killian! Good, you’re still up, came the chipper voice of the Lady Snow. You got time to talk a few last minute wedding details?

Killian blew out a breath. Snow had taken her role as mother of the bride seriously, and the last few days had been a non-stop parade of preparations. She wanted her only daughter’s wedding to be perfect. Killian couldn’t fault her for that. After all, Swan was the most bloody brilliant woman in the world; she deserved the best. And though she had grumbled a bit about all the fuss Snow was making and how inconvenient it all was, Killian knew his future wife well. He knew she secretly loved every moment of it, loved the fact that she had this moment that for nearly three decades she believed she’d never have.

“Aye,” Killian said finally. “I’ve the time. What more needs to be done?”

Well, I was looking for my wedding dress, hoping Emma would choose to wear it for the ceremony, and it suddenly occurred to me. What are you planning to wear to the wedding?

Killian shrugged. “I hadn’t thought much about it. I suppose I’ll wear my pirate leathers. Perhaps I’ll pair it with the red brocade vest Emma seems to prefer.”

Prefer it she did, Killian recalled with a smile. She called it his ‘red vest of sex’, and days on which he wore it always seemed to culminate in quite enjoyable activities.

That won’t do at all! You can’t wear your pirate outfit for your wedding!

She sounded as scandalized as she would if Killian had suggested he attend his wedding in the nude. “I’m afraid I’ve very few other clothing options befitting a formal occasion.”

Well, you’re in luck. I found the perfect suit for you. I’ll put it in your cabin tomorrow morning before I head over to Emma’s to help her get ready.

“My thanks,” he said gratefully.

It’s what a mom does, Snow said. So how are you feeling tonight? Any pre-wedding jitters?

He shook his head. “Not a one. If I’d had my way, I’d have wed your daughter the moment we landed back in Storybrooke after our adventure in Neverland.”

He heard her utter a soft “Aw!”

Killian, she said, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve never seen Emma as happy as she’s been with you. I’m honored that tomorrow you’ll be an official member of the family.

His heart warmed. “I doubt you’d be saying the same when we first met,” he quipped.

She laughed softly through the phone. Who would have thought that flirtatious villain, only out for himself would turn out to be one of the most honorable men I know, save for my own husband, of course.

Killian laughed and then sobered. “You’ve no idea how much it means to hear you say that, Your Majesty.”

Stop with the Your Majesty stuff, she playfully chided. Come tomorrow, I’ll be your mother-in-law.

“Well then, you’ve no idea how much it means to hear you say that, Mummy.”

She laughed again. “Good night Killian. Get some sleep; big day tomorrow.”

“Aye, aye.”

Killian had barely replaced the talking phone on his bedside table when it began ringing again. He sighed. For someone who’d been nothing but an outsider for centuries, he certainly had a lot of people wishing to talk to him tonight.

“Aye?” he asked.

Killian, came the clearly exasperated voice at the other end of the line, I know Snow’s going to call you tonight about a tux for the wedding, just, ugh! You don’t have to wear it, okay? It’s awful.

Killian grinned. “Well hello to you too, Dave. I’m doing splendidly. Thanks for asking.”

David blew out a long breath. Sorry, it’s just…I love my wife with all my heart, but sometimes she can get an idea in her head and she’s like a dog with a bone. There’s no talking her out of it.

Killian laughed. “I suspect it would be rather bad form to comment upon that, mate.”

David barked a laugh. Probably so.

“So what exactly is so terrible about this garment your wife wishes me to wear for the wedding?”

You see, Snow had this big idea, David began, about what you wear to the wedding being symbolic, a sign you’ve change and become a good man. That sort of thing. So she stopped by The Brave Little Tailor’s, and found this entirely white tux. It’s terrible. Not you at all.

Killian winced. “It does sound rather unpleasant, but if it’s what I need to do to marry your daughter, I can bear it, I suppose.”

See, that’s just what I’m saying, David said, the annoyance clear in his voice once more. You don’t need to wear it. It’s your wedding. Yours and Emma’s. You should be allowed to wear anything you want. Just wanted to let you know you don’t have to feel like you need to appease Snow.

“Many thanks.”

There was a pause on the line, and Killian was about to bid the prince goodnight, when he suddenly spoke again, softly, almost hesitantly.

Killian…

“Aye?”

Look, I know we kind of had a rocky start, but I feel like we’ve become friends through the years.

Killian smiled. “Glad to hear it, mate. I feel quite the same.”

I just wanted to let you know tomorrow doesn’t have to change that. I know I’ll be your father-in-law, but I want you to know we can still be friends. You know kick back at The White Rabbit every now and then. Hang out, that sort of thing.

“I would like that,” Killian said, realizing that he meant every word of it. Save for Emma, David was probably the best friend he’d ever had.

Good, and if there’s anything you want to know, you know, about married life and stuff, well, I’m not the expert, but I’d be happy to give you whatever advice I can.

Killian grinned wickedly. “Why Dave, are you offering to give me pointers for the wedding night?”

At the other end of the phone, David (predictably) sputtered irately. NO! Gods, no! Killian, I’m telling you right here and now I never want to hear about what you and my daughter do behind closed doors. In fact, I’m gonna pretend you do nothing more than play scrabble. Yep, that’s it. Emma is still pure as the wind driven snow.

Killian laughed heartily. “How precisely do you think she came to have Henry, then.”

David laughed. Hey, we’re from a magical realm, live in a magical town right now. Who’s to say Henry wasn’t the result of Neal giving Emma some sort of…magical flower or something? That’s what happened. You won’t convince me otherwise.

Killian laughed again. “Very well. I shall dispense with sharing details with you that will disprove your magic flower of fertility theories.”

David laughed.

“In all seriousness, though, thank you. I’ve no doubt I will benefit from your advice as the years go on.”

After a few more pleasantries the call came to an end, the smile still firmly plastered across Killian’s face. He felt better, much better. Perhaps he wouldn’t have his blood relations present at his wedding, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be surrounded by family.

Killian considered placing the phone back on the bedside table, but then thought better of it. There was yet one more person whose voice he simply must hear before he could sleep. If he couldn’t spend the night with her, perhaps he could at least fall asleep to the beloved sound of her voice. He tapped on his phone for a few moments, and then hit the “Emma” button.

Notes:

--Okay, this chapter didn’t have much CS, and even less with them actually interacting, but it’s the night before the wedding, and Killian is thinking about how much he loves her, so I figured it still counted as a CS Fluffy Fridays story.

--One thing about the CS wedding that disappointed me was the fact that Killian had almost no one important to him present. Not even his one remaining family member. I know Killian’s used to being alone, but I can’t help but imagine the fact that his family was not present at such a family event as a wedding caused him a little bit of pain.

--Up next: (Next week, fingers crossed!) The wedding day with a bit of canon divergence—mainly the fact that The Black Fairy has really been defeated and doesn’t, you know, cast a curse in the middle of their reception. Beyond that, Killian’s future in-laws have a surprise up their sleeves.

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 148: The Groom’s Side, pt. 2/2

Pairing: Captain Swan

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The Groom’s Side—pt. 2

CS Genre: Canon divergence from 6x20

Emma smiled a she leaned back against the door, her heat lighter than she remembered it ever being. She was so in love she nearly ached with it, and tomorrow she got to declare that love before all of her family and friends, she got to make a commitment to the man she loved that would last for all eternity. A few years ago she wouldn’t have believed a love like this existed, she wouldn’t have believed happiness like this existed, but a surprise visit from Henry several years ago had changed her entire world. Now she had love, family, a home, a place to belong, a place that not only tolerated her presence but actively wanted her.

It was almost too much to take in.

“You must be thinking about Killian,” Henry said, rolling his eyes as he stepped up before her.

She grinned at him before ruffling his hair. “What makes you say that kid?”

“That look on your face,” he said. “If it were any more sickly sweet, I’d probably get tooth decay just from looking at it.”

Emma laughed. “Hey, can I help it that I am so happy I’m about to explode?”

“Yeah, don’t do that,” Henry sassed, “it would be a pain to have to clean up.”

They were silent for a moment, before Henry abruptly reached up (not so far up anymore) and hugged her. “I know I complain about you and Killian being all lovey-dovey and everything, but I’m happy too mom, and I’m really glad to see you happy.”

Emma kissed his forehead before letting him go. “Thanks kid. I really am. Anyway, we better both head to bed. Big day tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Henry said, turning toward the stairs before abruptly turning back. “Oh, I almost forgot! I heard back from them a little while ago. Operation Groom’s side is a go.”

Emma’s heart swelled. About a week ago, Henry had met with her and her parents to discuss an idea he had for a wedding gift for Killian, a gift from all of them. It had been unorthodox, to say the least, and something that no one in the world but Henry could have done, but they’d all enthusiastically agreed. After all, everyone deserved to share their most important moments with the most important people in their lives, didn’t they?

“He’s going to love it, Kid,” Emma said, emotion in her voice.

A few minutes later, Emma laid in her bed, hoping to fall asleep right away. The sooner she got to sleep, the sooner she’d wake to her wedding day. But after tossing and turning for fifteen minutes, she finally gave up, turning on her bedside lamp.

It was just no use. Without Killian here, the bed was too big, too cold, too lonely. It should scare her how important he’d become to her, but it didn’t. If Killian had shown her anything, it was that he was never going to leave her. Even death hadn’t succeeded in keeping him away.

The only thing, apparently, that could keep him away from her was a stupid wedding superstition. Emma huffed out an exasperated breath as she reached for her phone and swiped at it until she’d reached his phone number. Her finger hovered over the little phone icon, indecision filling her. She wanted to talk to him, needed to talk to him, but should she call him? Did talking to the bride before the wedding risk bad luck too or was it just seeing?

Before she could make up her mind, her phone began to ring, and the butterflies fluttered around Emma’s stomach as she looked down to see the photo she used as Killian’s contact. Apparently she and her True Love had the same idea.

“Hey,” she said. “I was just thinking about you.”

He chuckled. Hello love. As it turns out, I’m always thinking about you.

“So apparently we’re not risking bad luck by talking?” She asked.

Wouldn’t matter if we were. He said. I just needed to hear your voice, needed to be near you, even if it is just through this talking phone.

Emma laughed. “Killian, have I told you lately how much I love you and your old man ways?”

As they continued to talk, Emma settled back in her bed, smile back on her face. The thought that she had an entire lifetime to spend with this man was quite possibly the best thing she could imagine.

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Killian’s wedding day dawned crisp and clear and utterly beautiful. He took a brisk walk along the shore before heading to Granny’s for his morning repast. He was happy, happier than he’d ever been, but try as he might, he couldn’t banish the small kernel of sadness in his heart when he thought about how much he wished Liam might be with him today.

He took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he boarded the Jolly and headed below deck to his cabin. He wouldn’t dwell on what couldn’t be changed. He had to believe his beloved brother was looking down on him today, was with him in spirit. That was enough. That had to be enough.

He’d been in his quarters for no more than fifteen minutes when he heard a quick knock. “Killian, can I come in? Gramps sent me over with a tux for you to try.”

Killian grinned, letting his soon-to-be stepson in. “Aye? And does your grandfather have better taste than your grandmother? That white monstrosity the Lady Snow left for me this morning was truly an abomination.”

Henry laughed, hanging a garment bag on one of Killian’s cabinets and unzipping it to reveal a fully black tuxedo. “This more to your taste?”

Killian looked it over carefully, before turning back to Henry. “Aye, that will do nicely.”

“Thought you might like it,” Henry said, his voice a bit distracted.

Killian noticed that the lad kept looking to the stairs. “Anything the matter Henry?”

“What? No! Why should anything be the matter?”

“You look quite agitated, lad,” Killian said, placing his good hand on Henry’s shoulder.

Henry shrugged, looking to the stairs again. A moment later, there was the sound of footsteps nearing, and Swan’s lad visibly relaxed. “Nothing’s wrong, Killian,” he said with a smile. “In fact, everything’s right. I was just afraid the wedding gift Gram, Gramps, Mom and I got you wouldn’t get here in time.”

“Wedding gift?” Killian asked, brow furrowing, “what wedding gift?”

“Permission to come aboard, Captain?” came a booming voice from above. If Killian didn’t know he was in a far distant realm cut off from communication, he would have thought it belonged to…

“It’s Nemo!” Henry said, sounding more like the excited child Swan talked of meeting when he was ten-years-old than the teenager who stood before him now. “Nemo and your little brother Liam!”

Killian’s eyes widened as his eyes sought the lad. “Nemo and...and Liam?” he breathed. “But how?--”

Henry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Ah, there was the teenager he knew and loved. “You gonna let them board or not?”

Killian pushed aside his surprise, a smile covering his face as he called up. “Aye! Permission gladly granted.”

A moment later the tall, lanky form of his younger brother bounded down the stairs before Captain Nemo followed at a more sedate pace. The men greeted each other with much laughter, handshaking and the affectionate clapping of hands on shoulders, before Killian pulled back, looking at his recently found family.

“You’re here! You actually came!” His voice was small, filled with wonder.

“Of course,” Liam said with a grin. “I wasn’t about to miss my own brother’s wedding, especially after how desperately you fought to get back to your lady love after our last adventure together on the Nautilus.”

“But how?” Killian pressed, looking toward the captain for answers. “Swan and I tried to contact you, but you were beyond the reach of even our magic. How did you know to come?”

Nemo nodded toward Henry. “For that, you have your lad to thank.”

Killian glanced over at Henry, who was beaming with pride. “Henry? I’m grateful beyond words, but how did you manage a feat even both your magical mothers were unsuccessful in attempting?”

Henry rolled his eyes good-naturedly, pulling a pen from his jacket with a flourish. “Duh. I’m the author, remember? The rules say I can’t write my own happy ending and stuff, but they don’t say anything about using the pen to get a message to hard to reach people.”

“And this was the wedding gift you say your mother and grandparents and you put together for me? My family present for my wedding?”

Henry shook his head. “That’s only part of it. Captain, did you get the other part?”

Nemo nodded and reached into the satchel on his shoulder, pulling out a large flagon of some kind and handing it to Killian. Killian turned it over in his hand, felt its weight, and then turned confused eyes at first Henry and then Nemo and finally Liam.

“Spirits? Your wedding gift to me is spirits?”

Henry barked out a laugh. “In a manner of speaking.”

The furrow in Killian’s brow deepened. Swan’s boy was talking in riddles, but all three men looked intently at him as though they expected his understanding, so he mumbled out a confused “Thank you?”

“There was one other thing I wanted to talk to you about, Killian, though, before the wedding,” Henry said, an odd, almost expectant glimmer in his eye. Killian was tempted to pinch himself. This conversation was so odd he felt he must be dreaming.

“Aye?” he said hesitantly, noting the broad grins on both Nemo and Liam’s faces, “and what might that be, Lad?”

“I’m sorry but I can’t be your best man anymore.”

The statement was swift, to the point with no explanation, and Killian felt as though the proverbial rug had been pulled from beneath his feet. “You…you don’t wish to be my best man? Have I, have I done something to offend you?”

Henry quickly stepped forward, placing a hand on Killian’s arm just above the brace for his Hook, the smile slipping from his face. “No! Nothing like that! Of course I’d be honored to be your best man, I just figured there was someone else you’d want to have that honor. The person who’s been the best man in your life since about two-hundred years before I was born.”

Was he suggesting…? Surely he couldn’t mean…? It was impossible! Killian had seen him move “on” with his own eyes! How could Henry…?

“You can’t mean…?” Killian whispered, feeling the tears prickle at the back of his eyes.

Henry nodded emphatically. “I do mean. You see, that ale Captain Nemo got you isn’t just any ale. It’s magical ale from Dunbroch. I asked the captain and your brother to get some from the witch there on their way back. You pour it on the ground, and you can bring back one person who’s already passed on. It’ll only last a few hours, but I figured there was someone you might want to bring back for your wedding.”

The tears truly filled his eyes this time, and one escaped its banks and trailed down his face. “You mean, I can bring Liam here? I mean the older Liam,” he clarified with a nod in his younger brother’s direction.

“Uh-huh,” Henry said. “He’ll have to go back at the end of the reception, but he can be here for all the main events.”

“And you and your mother and grandparents wished to give me my brother as my wedding gift?”

Henry shrugged again. “Yeah. I mean, everyone should have their closest family members with them for their wedding.”

Killian felt as though his heart would burst. It was everything, everything he’d ever wanted. There was not a thing in the world that would make this day more perfect. “Come here, lad.”

Henry came willingly, leaning into the hug, returning it in equal measure.

When Henry finally pulled away, he looked up at Killian with an excited sparkle in his eyes. “So, what are you waiting for? I think it’s about time Uncle Liam got here!”

Killian smiled. “Aye, I believe you’re right.”

Uncorking the flagon with trembling hand, Killian poured its contents upon the floor of his quarters and watched as a fine mist rose from the liquid. When the mist cleared, there was Liam, his brother, his hero, his whole world up until Neverland stole him away. He stood tall in his naval blues, proud delighted grin on his face.

“You look a damn sight better than you did the last time I saw you, little brother,” Liam the elder said, by way of introduction.

“Younger,” Killian corrected automatically before pulling his brother to him in a crushing hug.

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Several hours later

Killian took Emma’s hand, lacing their fingers before leading her out the door onto the secluded balcony off of the ballroom of the sorcerer’s mansion, where their wedding reception was underway. She looked up at his beloved face with questions in her eyes.

“Why are we out here?” She asked.

Killian gave her a wicked grin before swooping down and capturing her lips in a kiss that threatened to make her knees buckle. They’d been together for more than a year now, but he still had the ability to make her feel like she was about to melt into a little pile of goo at his feet. Finally he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.

“Well, wife,” he caressed the word in a way that made her toes curl in her ridiculously uncomfortable heels, “I thought it was high time we have a moment to ourselves. It seems the entire town is conspiring to keep us from each other.”

Emma laughed and looped her arms around his neck, bringing his head down for another kiss, this one slow and deep, her tongue swiping at the seam of his lips seeking entrance, a request he readily and eagerly granted. Reluctantly, very reluctantly, she pulled back several moments later as hands began to wander. “Think we’re gonna have to hit the pause button for now, sailor. Married or not, I have a feeling my dad would murder you for having your way with his daughter out in public where anyone could walk in on us.”

Killian grinned and then shrugged. “It’s not as though I’m unacquainted with the prince’s wrath. He has, quite literally, stabbed me in the back before.”

Emma laughed and reached up to peck him on the lips once more. “You’re really never going to let my dad live that down, are you?”

“What kind of a pirate would I be if I let an advantage like that slip through my fingers?”

Emma laughed, cupping his face in her hands and caressing his scruff with her thumbs. “Was this day everything you hoped it would be?”

He kissed her again, this time making sure to keep it short. “No, it was much, much more. I have no words strong enough to express my thanks for bringing Nemo and my brothers here tonight. You’re a marvel, love.”

She beamed up at him. “Hey it wasn’t all me. It was Henry’s idea, actually. He wanted you to feel as loved and surrounded with family as I do.”

The skin around his eyes crinkled as he smiled tenderly at her. “I already did, Emma. You, your lad and your parents made sure of it. Nevertheless, the fact that I got to spend this most important day of my life with Liam…I am blown away that you would do this for me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Killian,” she said, feeling the truth of the statement to the marrow of her bones.

She saw his eyes mist with emotion before he leaned down and captured her lips once more. She had no idea how long the kiss lasted, it could have been moments, it could have been hours, but eventually they were interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

“I don’t wish to interrupt,” Liam the elder said, grin on his face suggesting he found a good deal of humor in doing just that, “but my time is nearly at an end. I can feel the other side pulling me back.”

Emma heard Killian’s quick, indrawn breath, and she squeezed his hand sympathetically before letting him go.

“So soon, brother?” Killian said, “It seems as though you just arrived.”

“I’m afraid so,” Liam said. “I sense Zeus already gave me more time than I deserved, but it’s time I get back to my ship and my crew.”

Killian stepped forward and hugged him, burying his face in his brother’s neck as he used to do as a young child in need of comfort. “And you’re happy there, Liam?” he asked in a choked voice. “In that great beyond?”

Liam laughed. “Happy doesn’t begin to describe it. Killian, it’s perfect happiness all day every day. It’s fair winds and blue skies, perfect sailing weather. There’s not a thing I’d change about it, save for the absence of my younger brother.”

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” Killian said in a small voice.

“Nonsense,” Liam said. “You deserve this time of happiness, this love and family and joy. We’ll be together again someday. Until then, I’ll be watching over you from above.”

Emma felt the tears blur her vision as she watched her husband hug his brother one last time, before stepping back and watching Liam disappear into a bright, glowing light. Stepping forward, she took Killian’s hand and laid her head on his shoulder.

“You okay?”

He turned his head and kissed her forehead. “Aye, love. More than okay. Having him here with us on this day, even only for a few hours, it made what was already a perfect day bliss.”

She kissed him one more time and then grinned at him wickedly. “Speaking of bliss, how about we officially take our leave and then get started on the honeymoon?”

Notes:

--So there you go, the rest of the CS wedding fluff!

--It probably won’t be next week, but the next installment will take place during 7a. We’ll get to see what is happening back in Storybrooke while Henry’s off living through curses in Hyperion Heights. Specifically, I think I’ll focus on something related to Emma’s pregnancy with Hope.

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 146: After the Kiss

Pairing: Captain Swan

Rating: T (This chapter rated M)

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Note: A canon divergent take on what might have happened after the Neverland kiss if Emma hadn't walked away and insisted Killian take five minutes. Rated M for almost smut. This story doesn't quite venture into smut territory, but it comes about as close as you can get without actually going there.

--Because of the almost smut, I’m rating this chapter alone M. If you aren’t interested in/comfortable with reading smut, you can skip the section near the bottom between the two ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ signs. You won’t miss any important plot points.

Enjoy!

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Pulse pounding, Emma pulled her lips away from Hook’s and then rested her forehead against his, fighting with everything within her not to go in for seconds. It was harder to pull back than she’d expected it to be, and that alone freaked her out.

Kissing Hook wasn’t supposed to be like this. Kissing Hook wasn’t supposed to happen at all. It’s just that he made her so crazy with his stupid eyeliner and his stupid leather pants that left little to the imagination and his stupid shirts that might as well have not even had buttons.

Not to mention the stupid feelings he’d started to make her feel over the last few days on the tropical hell hole that was Neverland. He’d come back with the bean, willingly taken them to the last place he ever wanted to return, been her constant support and help, her cheerleader. He’d believed in her in these last four days more than anyone in her life had ever believed in her.

And then he’d gone and saved her father’s life. For her. He could say what he wanted, but she knew he’d done it for her.

He was a different man than she’d believed him to be. He had a depth and loyalty and devotion that she couldn’t have imagined.

And it didn’t matter how hard she tried to refortify the walls around her heart. The walls that had kept her alive and functioning since Neal broke her heart were slowly eroding under his onslaught.

It was terrifying.

“That was…” Killian said in a voice as breathless and wrecked as she felt.

“A lot,” Emma said, taking a step back, needing to put some distance between them so she could think straight again. “That was a lot.”

He chuckled. “Aye, it was. Darling you can thank me in that manner anytime you want.”

He was just as affected, just as off kilter as she was; she could tell in the way he determinedly put the flirtatious note in his voice. They were both out of their depth here.

“I…um…” she began, not even knowing what she was going to say. She took another step away from him and then another.

And then the guilt set in. What the hell was she doing making out with Captain Hook when her son was being held captive by a teenage psychopath somewhere on this island? He was alone and scared, and though they’d managed to get the message to him that they were there, there’s no telling what Peter freaking Pan was doing to him. And instead of looking for him, she was standing in the middle of the jungle kissing someone. What kind of a mother was she!

“I’ve got to go…” she said, abruptly turning away.

“Emma wait!” Hook said, taking a step forward and gently snagging her arm with his hook.

She stopped but didn’t turn around.

“This was a mistake,” she said, hating the tears in her voice. “I need to be out there looking. I need to find my son.”

Hook stepped around her so that he could look her in the face. “And you will.”

He looked so sincere, so convinced, like he knew it as well as he knew the sun would come up in the morning (at least in all the places that were not this God forsaken jungle).

“You really think so?” Her voice was small, and she hated the vulnerability in it, but she needed this. She needed someone to believe in her.

He smiled gently, took a step closer, and then cupped her cheek with his good hand. “I know it, Swan. I’ve yet to see you fail, and when you do succeed, when we do get back to that Storybrooke of yours….well, there’s no telling what may happen then.”

Her heart pounded as her thoughts ran toward forbidden territory. Her, Killian, privacy, clothes discarded in haste, lying everywhere, kisses, caresses, passion so hot they might suddenly combust….

Emma closed the distance between them once more, letting her lips caress his, letting her hand fall to the open v of his shirt.

“Swan,” he breathed as he wrapped his hooked arm around her waist and brought his hand up to tangle in her hair.

This kiss was far different from the one they’d shared only moments before. This one was soft and sweet and thorough. So very thorough. Killian turned his head, angling to better deepen the kiss. When she felt his tongue swipe against the seam of her lips, she opened for him, letting him in, letting him explore, letting her own tongue tangle with his.

He groaned as his grip on her tightened and Emma felt the slow burn between them flare up, turn to a raging wild fire. She let her hands roam as the kiss grew more passionate, slipping beneath his shirt, tangling in his thatch of chest hair.

He responded in kind, moving his hand from her hair slowly down her back, until he was cupping her backside. She brought her legs up to wrap around his waist, her feet hooking behind him as he propped her against a tree with soft, smooth bark. She could feel the hard length of him against her steadily dampening center.

They were both rapidly approaching the point of no return.

Killian broke the kiss this time, breathing as hard as if he’d just sprinted a mile. “Tell me to stop, Emma, and I will. If you don’t want this…”

“I want this,” she said, tilting her head back to look up at him, “it’s just…Henry. I shouldn’t be taking time away from looking for him…”

Hook’s eyes gentled, as he brushed a tendril of hair from her face and hooked it behind her ear. “Love, I know you’re concerned for your boy, and I can’t tell you your concern is unwarranted…”

“But…”

“But you know as well as I that there’s nothing more we can do for him tonight,” Hook said. “We all need rest, a chance to regroup and replenish our strength. Our search in the morning will be all the better for it.”

He was right; she knew he was right, but still… “I know,” she said, “But this, what we’re doing now…how can I be so selfish, thinking about my own wants when I could be with the rest of the family planning our next move?”

He leaned forward and kissed her gently, just a ghost of his lips against hers. “If you wish, we can stop now, return to your family and discuss strategy until fatigue takes us, but Emma, don’t for a moment think you’re selfish. There’s not a selfish bone in that delectable body of yours. You are permitted to take a moment for yourself. And who knows? Maybe blowing off a bit of steam with a devilishly handsome pirate will help to clear your mind and give you a fresh perspective.”

She let her legs fall back to the ground and stepped away from him. His eyes fell, disappointment he refused to give voice to covering every feature.

Emma laughed. “Don’t look at me like that,” she said, raising her hands and concentrating on the warm, electrical feel of magic just below the skin. “I’m just putting up a shielding spell. Things might get a little…awkward and murdery if my dad were to walk in on what’s about to happen.”

His eyes sparkled with delight as she turned her back to him, let the magic flow from her fingertips, trapping them in their own little bubble.

“Now,” she said, stepping back toward him and wrapping her arms around his neck, “where were we?”

His grin turned wicked before he surged forward, kissing her with a heat and passion she’d never felt before. “I believe, love, you were just about to let a pirate have his way with you.”

She laid on the soft jungle grass, pulling him on top of her as she smiled. “So stop talking about it and get started on the pillaging and plundering.”

“With pleasure.”

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She brought his head down for another long, heated kiss, as their hands began to roam, hers pushing the heavy leather coat from his shoulders and going to work on the clasps of his vest, while he slid a hand beneath her shirt, caressing her skin as he moved toward his prize, cupping a breast, letting his thumb glide over the hardened tip.

Emma groaned at the sensation as she sat up and slowly pulled her gray tank top over her head and tossed it to the ground before shimmying out of her boots and pants.

The way he looked at her when she was finally bare to his gaze brought a rush of heat straight to her core, made her feel as though she was the most desirable woman on the planet.

“You are…” he began, ghosting his hand across her bare flesh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Beautiful isn’t a strong enough word, nor exquisite. You are perfection itself, my Emma.”

Her heart pounded at his words. She felt a rush of lo…well, strong affection…for him as she brought him in for another kiss, pushing his vest from his shoulders and pulling his billowy black shirt from his pants.

“What I’m wondering,” she said as she pulled back again, “is why I’m the only one who’s naked here?”

He chuckled, an indecent sound that made her anticipate things to come. Sitting up, he pulled his shirt over his head and reached for the laces of his breeches. “It is something I plan to remedy right away love.”

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A long time later Emma and Killian returned to the camp, hair mussed, clothing a bit rumpled, a delicate blush painting Emma’s cheeks.

David knew better than to ask what took them so long to come back to camp when the rest of them had been there for a good forty-five minutes.

The pirate had saved his life that day, after all. It would be a shame to have to kill him.

Notes:

--As stated above, this is a “rerun” of sorts. It was written last year and posted on Tumblr.

--Up next: (in 2 weeks) 6b deleted scene (plus a bit of canon divergence) that will take place just before the CS wedding. Emma can’t sleep on the night before the wedding, because she’s no longer used to sleeping without Killian. (And Killian can’t sleep for a vast number of reasons that will be explored.)

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 145: Moving In (ch. 2 of 2)

Pairing: Captain Swan

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Moving in (2/2)

CS Genre: 6a canon divergence

Emma looked at her reflection in the mirror the next morning. She looked happier than she’d looked in years. Maybe ever.

This morning, she’d woken in the warm, comforting embrace of Killian’s arms, her head pillowed against his chest, the reassuring thump of his heartbeat in her ear. She’d looked up to see his blue eyes on her, a soft smile on his face.

“Good morning, love,” he’d said, voice gravelly with sleep. “How was your night?”

She pushed herself up, and gave him a quick kiss. “Perfect. How about yours?”

He pulled her down for another kiss, and she reveled in the feel, the taste of him. “I can’t imagine anything better,” he said, gently cupping her face and hooking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Even the most brilliant of sunrises couldn’t compare to your beauty.”

Emma laughed. “Killian my hair is a tangled disaster, I probably have pillow creases on my face, and I know I have dark circles under my eyes. Beautiful I am not first thing in the morning.”

He gave her a mock frown. “Swan, are you calling me a liar? I cannot accept such an affront to my character.”

She laughed, reaching up to play with the strand of dark hair that insisted on falling into his eyes. “Yeah? Just what are you going to do about it, pirate?”

In a swift move, he flipped them so that she was on her back and he hovered above her, hand and stump braced next to her head. “Oh I have some ideas, that I suspect we’ll both find quite enjoyable.”

And had she ever. He was a fantastic lover, gentle and tender and so thorough. He seemed to anticipate her every desire before she even fully realized she wanted it. They’d emerged from their passion filled haze only long enough to move to the shower.

After all, why waste water on two separate showers when one would suffice?

When they’d finished the shower, Emma had shooed Killian back to the bedroom, insisting he get dressed before they get carried away and round two blended right into round three. He’d pouted adorably, bemoaning how cruel she was, and she’d laughed, playfully shoving him toward the bathroom door.

“Henry’s stopping by this morning to pick up his geometry book before school, and if he walked in on some of the activities we’ve been up to this morning, we’d never hear the end of how traumatized he is for life.”

Killian had grinned, walked back to her, kissed her hard and deep and passionately. “Just a preview for tonight when the lad is once again safe from the psychological scarring our insatiable need for each other might cause.”

And with a wink, he’d disappeared back into the bedroom, leaving her contemplating the need for another shower. This one much colder.

Emma had finally dressed and then finished her hair and makeup. This was…this was all she’d ever wanted or hoped for. Is this what her parents’ lives were like every day? Living with your true love was far better than she’d even imagined it could be.

Giving her hair one last toss, she turned off the light and then made her way downstairs, grinning at the sounds of her two true loves talking as Killian puttered around in the kitchen.

“And then Mr. Smee, acting as decoy, led away an entire battalion of the king’s guards, leaving the shipment of gold bars free for the taking,” Killian said, his hook holding the skillet steady, while he stirred the cooking eggs with a spatula. “I was rather proud of that operation. Not a single man injured, either on my crew or among the king’s men.”

Henry laughed. “I bet the soldiers’ pride was wounded, though. Five pirates managed to defeat a whole battalion.”

Killian laughed with him. “Aye, that they were. We had to make ourselves scarce for a time after that incident. We were perhaps the most wanted fugitives in all the kingdom because of that venture.”

Emma quietly slipped into the kitchen and poured herself a steaming mug of coffee, nearly moaning at the strong, hot flavor. It had taken Killian some time to learn the proper proportion of water to coffee grounds required for these modern “coffee preparing devices” as he’d called her coffee pot, but ever since he’d figured it out, he made some of the best coffee Emma’d ever tasted.

The guys hadn’t noticed her yet, and she took the time to lean against the kitchen table, just enjoying the camaraderie between two of her favorite people on the planet.

“So you didn’t always, you know, hurt and kill people on your missions?” Henry asked.

Killian’s back was to her, but she could tell from the sudden hunching of his shoulders, the subtle dropping of his head that if she could see his face, she’d see shame written across it.

“I was not a man to look up to in those days, lad. In my rage and hatred I did many a thing I regret with everything in me. I injured and killed more men than I can count, but I attempted to always hold on to a sliver of the good form my brother instilled in me. I avoided unnecessary bloodshed whenever I could.”

Henry was quiet for a moment, and then he laid a hand against Killian’s shoulder. “I know you did bad stuff, but you’re different now. You changed. And just so you know, I’m glad mom has you, and I’m glad you live here with us.”

“I…I hope to be worthy of your faith in me, lad.”

Emma decided it was time to make her presence known. After giving Henry a quick, side hug, she stepped up behind Killian, wrapped an arm around him and kissed his cheek. “I have no doubt whatsoever you’ll do just that, babe.”

Killian turned in her embrace and kissed her properly—which quickly morphed into not-so-properly.

From behind them, Emma heard Henry groan. “Teen in the room guys!”

Emma pulled back and sent her son a smile. “Sorry kid. We’ll try not to scar you for life.”

The three of them worked together to finish getting breakfast on the table, and then had eaten among pleasant, mundane conversation about plans for the day.

It was so normal. So routine. Emma could get used to starting every day for the rest of her life like this.

For a moment, her heart ached remembering the prophecy, remembering that according to the oracle her days were severely numbered, remembering the vision of the man in the hood running her through with a sword.

But after a moment, she shook off her melancholy thoughts. Now that she’d found happiness, she’d fight like hell to keep it, oracle or no oracle. They’d made it through worse situations before; they’d find a way around this one as well.

And until then, she had a good moment, and she was damn well going to enjoy it.

Notes:

--Okay, so I lied in the last notes section. This one contained no more angst than the last one, just teeth-rotting fluff. What can I say? The muse wants what it wants and who am I to deny it?

--Up next: A rerun of sorts (aka it was written for Tumblr several months ago) set during the Neverland arc. Warning: the rating will be bumped up for this chapter alone. While it doesn’t contain full-on smut, it gets about as close to it as possible.

--5 chapters left of this looooooooooong anthology!

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 144: Moving In

Pairing: Captain Swan

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Killian hoisted his trunk on his shoulder and walked down the gangplank ready to start his new life. He spared one last concerned thought for Belle still on his ship, unable to leave thanks to her miserable husband. Killian knew from painful, agonizing experience just what the Crocodile was capable of when his wife refused to fall in line and bow to his whims.

With a sigh, Killian put the matter aside. Belle assured him she’d be fine, and he had to take her word for it. Besides, had she need of him, she had the shell to call him. One thing was for damn sure; Belle would not face the same fate as his Milah, not while he still had breath in his body to prevent it.

But now was not the time for such painful thoughts. Now was time for the joy of beginning the next phase of his life with Swan. Now was the time to go home.

Home. It was such a foreign concept. How long had it been since he’d had a home to call his own aside from the Jolly? Centuries.

Yesterday Swan had asked him to move in with her. Just a simple request with little pomp or fanfare, but it filled his entire being with a warmth and exhilaration he hadn’t felt in ages. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman, and the fact that she seemed to want the same was pure bliss.

Killian knew something was still bothering Swan. She was an open book to him after all, and something besides commitment jitters caused her to hesitate in asking him to take this step with her. Something sat heavy on her heart, and he hoped she’d confide in him soon.

Until then, he’d simply focus on savoring the fact that at the end of the night he no longer need part from her, he no longer need go home. With her he was home.

Killian bounded up the front steps of the house, hesitated for a moment, and then knocked on the door.

She opened it a moment later, a joyous, carefree smile on her face. “Welcome home.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her, couldn’t help it. “There’s no place I’d rather be, love.”

Emma ushered him inside, and gestured for him to set his trunk aside. Killian sniffed the air, noting the scent of tomato and spices and meat. “Have you prepared dinner, love?” he asked. “It smells delectable, though you needn’t have gone to such trouble.”

She laughed, taking his hand and pulling him with her to the couch. “I ‘prepared’ dinner if you can call buying one of Granny’s frozen lasagnas and popping it in the oven preparing it. And it’s no trouble. I just wanted to make your first evening here, you know, special.”

Killian leaned down and kissed her again, a long, slow, lazy embrace this time. “Swan, had you fed me nothing but those noxious PopTarts of which you’re so fond, tonight would be special. Tonight I am the luckiest man in Storybrooke.”

Emma pulled him in for another kiss, this one tinged with enough passion to make Killian feel as though he would catch fire. When she moved to straddle his lap and card her hands through his hair as she continued her assault on his mouth, he felt himself respond, his thoughts roaming to the many ways he wished to make this first night living together one to remember.

Suddenly the timer on the oven buzzed, and Emma pulled back with a groan. “Ugh! That would be the lasagna. I better get it before it burns.”

Killian made a feeble attempt to pull her back. “I think I’d rather devour you at the moment, Swan.”

She swatted at him playfully, her face tinged a delightful pink. “Patience pirate. You better believe we’re going to pick this up where we left off later tonight, but I worked hard defrosting and baking that lasagna. Let’s eat and get you settled in, and then you can pillage and plunder to your heart’s content.”

“Shall we wait for your lad to begin our repast?” Killian asked, following Emma into the kitchen as she grabbed a potholder and opened the oven.

She shook her head. “It’s just us tonight, babe. Henry said Regina’s having a rough day today, missing Robin and he wanted to spend the night and keep her company. Besides, he said, and I quote, ‘No way I’m staying with you and Killian on his first night home. You two would probably scar me for life with all your PDA.’.”

Killian laughed. “Though I have great affection for your son, Swan, and I look forward to living with him as well, I can’t complain about a night alone where I can show you in exquisite detail just how grateful I am that you’ve asked me to reside with you.”

He shot her a heated look, his eyebrow raised in flirtation. He grinned seeing the red flush on her cheeks deepen as she set the bubbling casserole dish on the stove.

“To hell with the lasagna,” she said in a low, breathy voice, dragging his mouth back to hers as she maneuvered him toward the stairs.

By the time they finally ate their lasagna it was just on the wrong side of lukewarm, but Killian couldn’t, for the life of him complain as memories of the last fevered, passionate hour filled his mind.

After dinner, Emma waved her hand and lit the logs in the fireplace as they cuddled together on the couch. “So, how was your day?” she asked, laying her head against his shoulder.

He smiled, idly caressing her shoulder, turning to plant a soft kiss against the top of her head. “Aside from a rather unpleasant encounter with the Crocodile, it was lovely.”

She sat up and gave him a concerned look. “What’s Rumple done this time?”

It warmed Killian’s heart more than he could say that without hesitation Swan assumed the altercation had been the fault of his enemy rather than himself. She’d once told him that she would choose to see the best in him, and though he still occasionally struggled to see the best in himself, she was keeping her word admirably now.

“Well, there was a little matter of him imprisoning his own wife aboard my ship…” Killian went on to detail the entire sordid affair.

Emma’s brow furrowed. “You know, I think we would have all been better off if we’d just left him in the Underworld.”

Killian laughed. “Quite right.”

“Do you think we should check on Belle before we head to bed?” Emma asked. “Just to be sure everything is alright?”

Killian thought for a moment and then shook his head. “She’s been so tired lately due to the child growing within, I’d hate to wake her if she’s gone to bed.”

“We’ll keep your shell phone handy in case she needs us,” Emma said finally, getting up and stretching. “Well, it’s been a long day, and tomorrow’s sure to bring us more issues with Hyde...or the Evil Queen...or Rumple...or, with our luck, some other nasty big bad who hasn’t shown themself yet. I think it’s time we get some sleep.”

“Oh, I quite concur it’s time we adjourn to the bedroom,” Killian said with a smirk, “but perhaps sleep can wait for a bit.”

Emma grinned giving him her hand to help pull him to his feet. “You know, you always have the best ideas.”

Notes:

--Sorry it’s again taken me forever to update. The muse just hasn’t been cooperative.

--This is the first half of a 2 part story about Killian moving into Emma’s house. Obviously we know Killian had to go back and save Belle from Jekyll later that same day, so this is, of necessity, kind of canon divergent, but I wanted to give CS a day or two of normal happy domesticity together without the need for plot!plot!plot!

--Next week (the muse willing), we’ll get the second part of this story. This time from Emma’s POV. This one will have a touch more angst, but don’t worry. This is Fluffy Fridays after all! Things are bound to end on a happy note.

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 142: The Ice Wall

Pairing: Captain Swan

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CS Genre: Canon divergence from 4x2

Cold.

It was the first thing Emma noticed when she came to. It was cold. The kind of cold that reaches down your throat and freezes your lungs. The kind of cold that seeps into your very bones. The kind of cold that convinces you you’ll never be warm again.

Emma groaned, reaching behind her to gingerly prod the knot on her head as the ringing in her ears gave way to frantic shouts of her name.

“Swan! Wake up love! Say you’re alright!”

Emma groaned again, finally opening her eyes to look into the terrified face of her….well, whatever Killian was to her now.

“What happened?” she asked, her words slurred, as she continued rubbing at her aching head with hands that were starting to go numb with the cold.

Killian sat on the ground beside her and gently pulled her into his warmth. “That woman we saw, she trapped us in the ice wall.”

It all came back to her at once. The town power going out. Her and David investigating. The ice wall. Killian showing up, swaggering over to them. His quip about their second date. The woman with the icy blue dress and pale blonde braid watching them. Her going to investigate. Killian following. The woman pointing a hand at them, fear on her face. The deafening roar of falling ice…

Emma got quickly to her feet, swaying a bit as her head protested the quick movement, and rushed to the wall.

It wouldn’t budge. None of them would.

They were trapped in a space roughly the size of her parents’ living room…a space completely made of ice.

No wonder she was cold.

“Killian, we’ve got to get out of here!” she said frantically. “We’ll freeze to death!”

Killian put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, Swan,” he said in a soothing voice. “I’ve already tried digging us out with my hook. It’s no use.”

“Calm down?” she asked, hearing the hysteria starting in her voice. “You just told me we’re stuck in ice that we can’t dig ourselves out of and you want me to calm down? We can’t just give up!”

Killian pulled her into a hug. “We won’t. Your father called us on your talking device. He’s gone for help.”

Emma remained tense in his embrace for a moment, but then the warmth of his body, the comfort his reassurances always brought began to seep in. She relaxed in his hold letting the panic bleed away.

Emma looked up at him. “How long was I out?”

“Perhaps a minute?” He said. “You were hit quite hard with a shard of ice, love.”

“That why it feels like Grumpy and all six of his brothers are using their pickaxes on the back of my skull?”

He laughed. “I’d assume so.” His face became serious. “Are you sure you’re alright, Swan?”

She waved him off. “Concerned I’m going to freeze to death, but otherwise nothing more than a little headache.”

Killian didn’t look entirely convinced, but after a moment, he let the matter go with a small nod.

“You sure there’s no way to dig ourselves out?” Emma asked.

He gave her a quick, assessing look. “I’m quite sure we have no hope of digging ourselves out via natural means, but perhaps…”

“Perhaps what?”

Killian took both her hands looking intently at her. “Perhaps your magic…”

Magic. Right. She was still getting used to the fact that she had magic. (How did a normal person get used to a fact like that?!)

Emma nodded firmly (and then immediately regretted it as her head throbbed) and raised her hands before her. She closed her eyes, concentrating. Thinking about the wall melting. Thinking about saving herself and Killian. Thinking about saving Henry and the rest of the town from whoever this new threat was.

Nothing happened.

She tried again.

Still nothing.

Emma growled. “I’m sorry Killian. I don’t know if it’s the cold or the bump on my head or what, but I just can’t summon my magic.”

Killian led her over to a wall and urged her to sit. “It’s no matter Swan. As I said, your father has gone for help. It’s simply a matter of waiting this out.”

The ice wall was cold behind her, below her, her body heat melting it just enough for icy water to seep onto her jeans. She shivered, teeth chattering with the cold. Why hadn’t she thought to bring a parka when she left the house this evening?

Killian glanced over at her, noting the way she shivered so much her teeth chattered. Shrugging out of his heavy pirate duster, he draped it around her shoulders. The warmth, the smell of leather and him, it was immediate and quite possibly the best thing she’d ever felt.

Emma luxuriated in comfort for a moment before turning back to him. “Killian, I can’t take your coat! You’ll freeze in nothing but that vest and shirt that makes me think you’re allergic to buttons.”

He laughed and then gave her a teasing grin. “Perhaps you’ll need to warm me up, then.”

Emma looked into Killian’s face and an intense feeling of affection, maybe…maybe even more…washed over her, warming her as much as his coat did. Turning to him, she reached up, tugging at the back of his neck until she’d brought his lips to hers.

The kiss was long, slow, infinitely tender, Killian reaching up to cup the back of her head, let her hair slip through his fingers, much like it had when she’d kissed him outside Granny’s the other day.

Whatever this was between them it was real, and it was happening. Emma waited for the fear to come, but it never did. This felt right. Maybe even with all the crap that always went down in this stupid town…maybe even though she was the savior…maybe every once in a while she could just enjoy and take advantage of the good moments.

Killian moaned deep in his throat (the sound positively indecent) and pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

“As much as I’d like to follow this to it’s logical conclusion, darling,” he said, his voice hoarse, “and gods know I do, we are in a room entirely made of ice and there are simply some places a man does not wish to get frostbite.”

Emma laughed, pulling away. “Good point.”

“Besides,” he continued, draping an arm around her and nodding in contentment when she laid her head against his shoulder, “your father should be arriving momentarily, and if he’d interrupted us, I suspect frostbite would be the least of my concerns.”

Emma laughed again. “Good thing I’m a big girl and I can make my own decisions about who I kiss…and do other things with.”

His grin was wicked. “Indeed. I suppose we’ll simply need to wait for a more auspicious time to engage in our more enjoyable activities.”

Emma leaned over and kissed him again, a quick, but thorough thing. “You’re cute when you use big words.”

“If they earn me kisses like that, I’ll make use of the entire dictionary,” he said, grinning at her.

Sudden static came over Emma’s walkie talkie.

“Emma? Hook?” David asked. “Everybody doing alright in there?”

“We’re fine, Dave,” Killian answered. “Your daughter and I are quite enjoying ourselves.”

There was a beat of silence.

“You better not be enjoying yourselves too much.”

Emma rolled her eyes, taking the device from Killian. “As Killian said, we’re fine dad. What’s the status on Operation Dig Your Daughter and Her Boyfriend Out of the Ice Wall Before They Become Human Popsicles?”

“Just hold tight for another couple minutes,” David said. “Long story, but we should be able to break through momentarily.”

After signing off with her dad, Emma settled back into Killian’s embrace as they waited for David to execute whatever plan he had. “Killian?”

“Hm?” he asked, idly rubbing her arm.

“If I had to be trapped in an ice wall, there’s no one I’d rather be trapped with.”

He smiled, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. “I feel quite the same.”

Notes:

--Sorry for the long posting hiatus, but January’s been a rough month—between being sick myself a few times and then my grandma having a stroke, which brought with it a lot of stress for the whole family (she’s doing better now, although it will be a long road to recovery, and she’ll probably never fully get back to where she was before), I just haven’t had the motivation to write at all. Feels good to get back to it, even just a little.

--I don’t know how the weather’s been where you live, but the Polar Vortex in my neck of the woods has made it cold beyond cold this week…which is what inspired me to write this story. If I’m going to be cold, I might as well inflict the cold on my favorite characters as well, lol.

--Up next: I hope to update every other week going forward (barring any other illnesses or family emergencies), so next up will be something for Valentine’s Day

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 143: Cupid’s Grenade

Pairing: Captain Swan

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CS Genre: Canon divergence from early 3b

He crossed the town line into Storybrooke late on the night of February 12th. He walked for half a mile before he reached anything resembling civilization, wanting nothing more than a place to rest and regroup, a place to plan his next move.

It had been an extraordinarily bad year. So much discord, so much division everywhere he turned. It drained his energy, his very life source like nothing had since the last Ogre War. He needed an infusion, and he needed one fast. Thank the gods Valentine’s Day was little more than a day away.

He passed a shop, dark and closed, caught his reflection in the picture window and jumped back, startled, bringing one wrinkled, bony hand to his equally wrinkled, bony face. He was even further gone than he’d previously believed. He could only hope the rumors about this sleepy little town were true.

“Storybrooke, that’s where you want to go,” the seer had assured him. “Not only is it the only source of magic in this land, but it’s brimming with True Love, both that which is acknowledged, and that which is denied.”

If he had any hope to survive the week, he needed that True Love.

If this world had any hope to survive, they needed him just as badly.

He walked slowly, laboriously, looking for the most opportune place. Town hall? No, it emitted angry energy, a place of discord. A brick building with a sign over the door calling itself The Rabbit Hole was promising, but still not quite right. Finally, he arrived at an establishment with tables and chairs on the terrace, a bright, neon sign proclaiming Granny’s.

Perfect.

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

The next morning, Granny’s

Killian stepped from his room in the bed and breakfast and headed downstairs to the cafe where he was to meet Swan and her parents for a quick strategy meeting while they dined on Granny’s delectable fare.

He smiled to himself, an extra spring in his step as he walked. The situation in which the residents of Storybrooke found themselves was, once again, less than ideal. An unknown, unnamed villain had cursed them back to Storybrooke and wiped their memories of the past year, and no one had any idea why. He should be concerned; he knew he should, but he couldn’t stop the joy that bubbled up within his heart.

Selfish though the thought was, he was grateful for the villain’s machinations, grateful for the curse.

For it was the curse that allowed him to cross worlds, the curse that allowed him to be reunited with his Swan, the curse that ended the hell that had been the last year without her.

Oh, he’d tried to convince himself that he’d merely needed to return to his pirate lifestyle, but every step he took away from her, away from the hero he’d tried to become for her, had felt wrong, made him feel her loss even more acutely.

Slowly, but surely he’d come to realize that it was more than just the loss of the love of his life that made his pirate activities lose their luster. He’d changed. Not just because of her, but because of himself. He wanted to be a good man, a hero.

Killian stepped into the cafe. Early though it was, the sun had barely come up, the establishment was already brimming with business. He scanned the tables until he saw her sitting at a booth across from her parents.

His heart turned over. She was so bloody beautiful, so bloody precious to him.

He knew she was hesitant to embrace life here in Storybrooke once again. She loved her parents, held at least some amount of affection for him, but the weight of being The Savior hung heavy on her. He couldn’t blame her for wishing to retain the seemingly peaceful existence she’d lived with her lad in New York.

Still, she’d come back with him, had agreed to help her family, the whole town, defeat the newest threat to their safety. He could only hope to one day exhibit half her courage and selflessness.

“Hook, you finally made it,” Swan said, scooting over and patting the seat next to her. “After all your talk about being a pirate and rising with the sun I thought I was going to have to go up and drag your butt out of bed.”

Killian gratefully took the seat next to Emma, using all his willpower to avoid imagining Emma coming to his bed.

“I rise with the sun, darling,” he said with a grin, “but it would seem you lot couldn’t wait for that auspicious occasion.”

Emma looked down, playing with the handle of her mug of cocoa. “Yeah, well we wanted to make sure and meet early enough that we could talk before Henry wakes up. Don’t want the kid to get freaked out with mentions of curses and villains and whatever other crap we need to discuss. He doesn’t have his memories, after all.”

Snow White reached across the table and covered her daughter’s hand on her mug. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll find a way to bring back Henry’s memories. Somehow. And until then everyone here has agreed to live like that sleepy, normal town we thought we were during the curse.”

Emma glanced aside, a look of guilt on her face, and not for the first time, Killian wondered if she even wanted her son to regain his memories. He could feel the turmoil coming off of her in waves and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and sooth the tension away.

But he knew his Swan better than that. She’d rebuilt the fortress around her heart over the last, long year of separation, and it would take him some time to help her disassemble it; some time before his advances were once again tolerated, let alone welcomed.

“Okay,” Emma said, after a deep breath, “so we know someone cursed you. We know a year has gone by that you don’t remember. We know crossing the town line turns people into, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, flying monkeys. Anything else I’m missing?”

“I had a conversation with the dwarfs,” David answered, “and after their latest patrol at the town line, they found…”

Suddenly the door to the diner was slammed open, the bell above ringing angrily. The entire diner went silent, still, as the oldest man Killian had ever seen walked slowly in until he was standing in the very center of the room. Dressed all in red, quite the dapper tuxedo and top hat at that, the man walked, hunched over, leaning heavily on a cane. Every eye was on him as he stopped, looked at the gaudy Valentine’s Day decorations Granny had hung, shaking his head at the Cupid with his bow and arrow, and then reached into his breast pocket.

Killian watched, fascinated as he pulled out a small red object in the shape of a heart, pulled a pin from its center, tossed it to the floor and then slowly began walking away.

“Grenade!” Leroy shouted as the object began smoking.

Chaos ensued as the cafe’s patrons scrambled to reach the exits, but it was clear they’d never be free of the building in time. Killian reacted on instinct, moving to cover Swan’s body with his own just as a large “boom!” filled the diner as the heart-shaped object exploded.

He waited for the shock, the pain as the explosive blasted him, but it never came. He looked up to see nothing but a pink, shimmering cloud billowing from the heart, suffusing the diner, and then dissipating.

For a moment he felt an intense burst of love and longing for the woman beside him, and he instinctively looked down into her startled eyes, but then she blinked, and the spell was over. Killian shook his head and sat up, resuming his own seat on the bench.

For a moment, a shocked silence fell over the room, and then an excited buzz began as Granny’s patrons realized they had indeed survived the...whatever the blazes that had been.

“What the hell was that?!” Emma ground out.

“I don’t know,” Dave said, “but I have a feeling we really need to find out.”

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Later that afternoon

“Cupid? You’re telling me that old guy was Cupid?”

Emma ground her teeth in frustration, keeping her hands resolutely in her jeans pockets lest she do something stupid like grab her pirate (no! Not her pirate) and kiss the daylights out of him.

What was wrong with her?

After the heart grenade had gone off in Granny’s this morning, she, her parents and Hook had found Belle in Gold’s shop to pick her brain, see if she had any idea who the mysterious old man was.

Of all the answers Belle could have given them, “It appears Cupid has come to Storybrooke,” was the last one Emma had expected.

Of course Cupid was real too, because...of course he was.

Belle reached under the counter and retrieved an old book decorated with flowers and hearts. Flipping through several pages, she turned the tome toward them, pointing to a photograph of a very old man.

“That’s him,” Snow said, “that’s the man who...did whatever he did to us.”

“Like I said,” Belle said, turning the book back toward her. “It seems we’ve been visited by Cupid.”

“Who and what is Cupid?” Killian asked from her side. (Emma ground her teeth again, determinedly ignoring the way his velvety voice made the butterflies in her chest flutter and come to life. Ignoring the intense affection she suddenly felt for him. Ignoring the sudden desire to lace her fingers with his.)

“Best I can tell,” Belle said, “he’s a deity of some kind. He, for lack of a better word, feeds on love. It’s his source of sustenance. The more the world around him is depleted of love, the older, frailer he becomes.”

“And what does that have to do with the grenade or whatever that he tossed at us?” Emma asked.

Belle flipped a couple of pages, and then pointed down at a passage of text. “That’s the interesting part. You see, February 14, Valentine’s Day is his big day of love harvest every year. His grenades contain a powerful spell that...encourages love and affection in everyone on which the spell falls. It reaches its peak in 24 hours, which makes today, February 13 the perfect day to launch it.”

Emma groaned. “A love spell? Are you telling me freaking Cupid cast a love spell on all of us? One that won’t wear off until tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid so,” Belle answered.

Well, that was just...just…

Actually that was kind of reassuring.

From the second that damn grenade had gone off, Emma had been feeling things she couldn’t explain, things she didn’t want to feel, things she’d been working hard at denying ever since Neverland, maybe even before.

As soon as the spell had cleared, she’d looked up into Killian’s intense blue eyes and felt wave after wave of want, of longing, of...of...love crash over her. She wanted to hold him, kiss him, hold his hand, touch him.

But that wasn’t the worst part. Physical attraction she could handle. Hook was hot, there was no denying that. Feeling a physical pull to him, that was understandable. If she didn’t think it would give him the wrong impression, she’d have no problem giving into her urges. She’d had plenty of one-nighters in the past.

But it wasn’t just physical attraction she felt following the pink, sparkly cloud. No, it was emotions as well. She had the sudden need to talk to him alone, to tell him that she’d somehow missed him during the last year, even though she didn’t remember him. That some part of her had been so intensely happy to see him there at her apartment door that she could hardly contain herself. That his attempted True Love’s Kiss...she didn’t knee him because he’d assaulted her, she’d kneed him because it felt right, like she was coming home and that totally freaked her out. She wanted to tell him she was glad he’d found her, glad he was by her side, glad he’d brought her home.

But that, all of that, was crazy. She didn’t do emotions, didn’t let herself be that vulnerable with another person, someone who could destroy her if she let him.

So all things considered? Finding out she was feeling all this due to a stupid love potion was a relief.

All she had to do was grin and bear it until the spell wore off tomorrow and then everything would be back to normal.

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Granny’s Bed and Breakfast, February 15, 2 hours before dawn

Emma tossed and turned, her fitful sleep punctuated by dreams. Disturbing, troubling dreams.

Dreams where she walked with Hook, hand in hand, down by the docks. Where they talked and kissed. He smiled at her and she smiled back. They were both radiantly, blissfully happy. He led her back to his ship (where was his ship, by the way? She was pretty sure she hadn’t seen it since they’d come back to Storybrooke), down to his captain’s quarters.

She teased him about his tiny bed, he’d laughed along with her, wiggling his expressive eyebrows in that ridiculous way of his, joking that it wasn’t the size, it was what you did with it. He’d swaggered to her, invaded her space, threaded his fingers through her hair as he leaned down and captured her lips….

Henry mumbled something in his sleep, and Emma woke with a start.

The dream had been so damn lifelike. She could still feel Killian’s hand in her hair, feel his lips against hers. Bringing a hand to her chest, Emma willed her heart rate to slow. Why was this happening to her?

The last 36 hours had been torture. Pure, beautiful, intense torture.

Her feelings for Killian had grown and strengthened as the 13th and then the 14th wore on, and though she knew they weren’t real, knew they were caused solely by Cupid’s stupid love spell, more than once she’d almost cracked, almost thrown caution to the wind and bared her heart to the man who was constantly in her thoughts.

Emma had been half sure Hook would use the curse to try to get close to her. She was afraid he’d declare himself again, try to force her into an awkward conversation about the feelings they held for each other, but she needn’t have worried. Killian seemed no more eager to explore the effects of the love spell than she was. He’d left the library soon after Belle explained their predicament, and he’d kept his distance ever since.

He’s giving you space. He doesn’t want to pressure you, to take advantage. He’s always a gentleman.

Emma felt a rush of affection yet again, and that alone frustrated her beyond belief. It was February 15, the day after Valentine’s Day. Why hadn’t the spell worn off?

Emma groaned, getting up and tossing on a sweatshirt and slippers. Clearly she wasn’t getting anymore sleep tonight. Better she go down to the diner and get some cocoa rather than risk waking Henry with her frustration.

“Hey, Ruby,” she said on a yawn, settling on a stool at the counter. “Hope I didn’t startle you. I know you’re not exactly open yet.”

“Emma!” she said, stepping around the counter and giving Emma a quick hug. “I’m a wolf, remember? Heard you tossing and turning half the night. Something on your mind?”

Emma buried her head in her hands. “Got any cocoa?”

“Uh oh,” Ruby said, turning to give Emma her full attention. “Is this a regular cocoa with cinnamon conversation or a cocoa with rum conversation?”

“Rum,” Emma mumbled. “Definitely rum.”

Ruby tossed her a sympathetic smile, and then turned toward the kitchen. A few minutes later she returned with a fragrant, steaming mug of cocoa. Sliding it Emma’s way, Ruby leaned on the counter. “Okay, spill. What’s going on?”

“So who was it with you?” Emma asked. “You were here the other morning when Cupid dropped his bomb. Who’d it make you think you love?”

Ruby gave her a strange look. “Who’d it make me….? Emma, what are you talking about?”

“You know, the grenade thing,” Emma said. “I figure it made you think you were in love with the closest person to you. Something like that? I was just wondering who it made you love.”

“Emma, you know magic can’t make you fall in love with someone, right?”

Emma shrugged, then took a sip of her cocoa. “I know it can’t create real love, but I mean, it was a spell, right? Maybe it makes people think they’re feeling things they aren’t.”

Ruby’s smile was far, far too knowing. “Hook right?”

“What?”

“After the whole love cloud thing, it was Hook that you fell for.”

Emma groaned, making Ruby smile all the wider. “Knew it! Knew the hot pirate had your panties in a twist.”

“Ruby!”

“Sorry,” she said, looking anything but. “I just call ‘em like I see ‘em, and from what I see of the two of you around here everyday? Yeah the sparks flying from the two of you could start a forest fire.”

Emma felt her cheeks flush and buried her face in her hands again. “Ruby, it was just…”

“Don’t even think about saying it was just Cupid’s grenade,” Ruby said, “because, one, I’ve seen the two of you together since long behind that old man dropped his love bomb on everyone. Two, like I told you, no magic can create love. And three, you know who I suddenly fell in love with?”

Emma looked up, one eyebrow raised in question.

“No one,” Ruby said. “Nothing changed for me at all. You know why that was? It’s because if there is a person for me out there, they’re not here in Storybrooke.”

“But the cloud…”

Ruby shook her head. “Emma, you and your family aren’t the only ones who talk to Belle and do research, you know. After Cupid’s little stunt I paid her a visit too. Wanted to know what was going on as much as you guys did. I discovered that Cupid feeds on love. Real love. True love. Fake, artificially created love would do nothing for him. So his spell doesn’t make people feel things they don’t; it just helps people focus on the things they actually feel.”

Emma’s heart pounded. “So you’re telling me, the hell I’ve been going through for the past day and a half…”

Ruby grinned again. “Yep. You, Emma Swan, have the hots for Killian Jones. Cupid or no Cupid. Besides, Cupid’s spell wore off several hours ago. If it was fake, you’d have gone back to normal by now.”

Emma took one last swig of her cocoa and then carefully placed the mug back on it’s coaster. “So what am I supposed to do with this now? How am I supposed to proceed?”

Ruby shrugged, walking to the diner’s door, turning the lock and flipping the sign to open. “That’s totally up to you, but my two cents? Go talk to him. Tell him what you’re thinking and feeling. That unsettling feeling isn’t going to go away until you do.”

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Killian heard a soft tentative knock on his door and he groaned, swimming reluctantly from the depths of sleep. He’d been having such a good dream, such a beautiful dream. He’d walked with Swan by the docks, taken her aboard the Jolly (how he missed his old girl, though he’d barter her away a million times if it meant he could be with Swan). She’d joked with him about the size of his bunk. He’d kissed her….

Knock, knock, knock

Killian groaned, noting from the pitch black of his window that it was not even dawn yet. He hoped whoever was out there had a bloody good reason for disturbing him.

Tossing on a white undershirt and flannel sleep pants, Killian padded to the door and threw it open.

His irritated “What?” died on his lips when he saw his visitor. Bathed in the soft light of Granny’s hallway, her hair soft against her shoulders, Swan looked like an angel. Killian resisted the urge to pinch himself, half convinced he was still dreaming.

He swallowed hard.

“So, um, can I come in?” she asked with a self-conscious little smile.

Killian snapped his mouth shut and quickly stepped back, gesturing with his hook for her to enter while he flicked the switch that bathed his room with light.

“Of course, love,” he said quickly. “Please, have a seat.”

She looked around and sat on the edge of the second double bed in his room, the one he had not used, and then looked down, picking at a loose thread on the counterpane.

She’s nervous.

Killian’s curiosity was piqued. Why had she come to him at this time of the morning? What could have her so rattled?

“So,” he said finally, when it was clear she wasn’t going to speak first, “what brings you to my room, love?”

“It’s just…” She started, before abruptly standing and turning toward the door. “Ugh, this was a mistake. I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have disturbed you.”

He rose quickly, stepping between her and the door. “Please, Swan. Something’s obviously on your mind. Share your burden with me?”

She took a deep breath, and then nodded.

“It’s the whole Cupid love spell thing,” she said finally.

Killian suddenly looked aside, hand absentmindedly coming up to scratch behind his ear. “Love, you needn’t say anything. I’ve no wish to pressure you, no wish to hear a declaration bourne artificially out of a spell…”

“That’s just it,” she said, stepping into his space, placing her hands on his arms. “I...I...it didn’t go away. The spell wore off yesterday, right? I’m still feeling everything I was feeling then.”

He looked at her quickly, eyes widened, hope blooming within him in spite of himself. “What are you saying, love?”

“I’m saying...look, I don’t know what I’m saying,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him until they were seated, facing each other on his bed. “But there’s, there’s something there between us. I’m really glad it was you that found Henry and me in New York. I’m glad you came back to Storybrooke with me. I, I feel better with you beside me. I’m grateful that you’re there to listen when, you know, things get to be too much. I can’t guarantee I won’t get scared again, and I can’t guarantee I won’t, I don’t know, build walls again, but I just wanted to let you know, at least once, that if we ever just have a peaceful moment in this town...maybe I’d be willing to see where things could go.”

His heart turned over, and he reached up to cup her cheek, couldn’t help himself. Smiling gently, he leaned down and kissed her softly, almost reverently. “Swan,” he breathed on a sigh. “You’ve no need to thank me. By your side is where I’ll always wish to be.”

“Good,” she said softly before leaning in to return his kiss with interest.

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He stopped outside Granny’s Bed and Breakfast and looked up at the single illumined window. Breathing deeply, he smiled to himself. His harvest was complete, and what a harvest it had been!

Passing the same shop he’d passed on his way into town he took a look at his reflection. He stood tall and strong, skin smooth and youthful, hair sandy and neatly combed. He was young and handsome once more.

He started walking toward the edge of town but then stopped, thinking better of it. It was true what they said about this town; it was overflowing with love. Perhaps he’d stick around for a while.

Notes:

--Whew! That was a long chapter, but since it’s a Valentine’s Day fic, I didn’t want to split it up. This was kind of my take on the “sex pollen” trope except, of course, without the sex.

--Up next: (In 2 weeks) Deleted scene from 6a: Killian’s move in day. Killian shows Emma his small trunk of things in much the same way she showed him her box of treasures in 4x5.

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 7 years ago

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 134: Happily Ever After (ch. 2)

Pairing: Captain Swan

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CS Genre: rival bakers/enemies to lovers/secret identity au

After finishing breakfast, Emma headed back up to her loft bedroom to finish getting ready for the day ahead. Not that she was going to take any special pains with her appearance for the festival. Knowing Killian, he’d probably assume she’d gotten dressed up for him.

He was handsome, for sure, but she wasn’t about to stroke his ego…or anything else about him.

Emma groaned as she gathered up a clean pair of jeans and a white tank and headed for the bathroom David had installed just off her bedroom. Why was it Killian was always around? Yeah, he and David were best friends, but jeez! Their bromance was out of control.

And okay, maybe Killian wasn’t the worst person she’d ever met. He could be genuinely charming and surprisingly helpful when he wanted to be, but just when she felt like maybe she could tolerate him, he’d make some ridiculous, over the top innuendo and she’d remember why it was she loathed the very ground he walked on.

At least she only had to put up with him for the day. She’d endure the afternoon then beat him to a bloody pulp at the baking contest, and then the evening... Well, the evening was for her.

For her and The Captain.

Emma felt a thrill of excitement run through her as she toweled off after her shower, donned her clothes, and tossed on a bit of mascara and blush. Tonight she was going to the masquerade ball with The Captain and it was going to be, quite possibly, the most romantic night of her life. She couldn’t believe she was even thinking like this, but there was no other way to describe it. She’d fallen in love.

Only problem was, she’d never before met the guy.

Not long after moving into the loft with the Nolans, Mary Margaret had started hinting that Emma needed a love life.

“Emma, I hate to see you spending a Saturday night alone,” Mary Margaret had fussed while putting the finishing touches on her make up in preparation for her date night with David. “I know you haven’t had the best luck with men, but trust me; there’s someone out there for you. Someone who will make you as happy as David makes me.”

Emma looked up from her book and gave her sister in law a skeptical look. “I know you’re all hope and rainbow kisses and unicorn stickers about everything, and that’s great, Mary Margaret, really. I’m happy you and David found each other, but I kind of think you found the last good guy out there.”

Mary Margaret tutted, dropping down onto the chair across from Emma, rubbing her, as yet, almost non-existent baby bump. “That’s ridiculous, Emma,” Mary Margaret said.

“Is it, though?” Emma asked, putting the marker in her book, placing it on the coffee table and facing Mary Margaret. “I’ve tried the whole dating thing a few times, if you’ll recall. I did a stint in jail after Neal framed me for his petty theft, and then Walsh, well you know how that ended. He picked the wrong woman to try to physically assault, that’s for sure, but my experience with both of them taught me an important lesson: A happy ending isn’t in the cards for me. At least a happy ending of the white picket fence, doting husband, perfect couple of kids variety.”

Mary Margaret looked like she was about to cry and Emma mentally kicked herself for being the cause of it. Mary Margaret had had a tough time of it in the last few months with the early stages of pregnancy. Her morning sickness had been off the charts, and her mood swings…well, that woman could cry at the drop of a hat. Luckily, entering her second trimester seemed to have evened things out a little, but she was still a bit more sensitive than normal.

“Don’t worry about me,” Emma said gently. “I’m fine; I promise. Love just isn’t for everyone. I’ve got you and David and in a few months that little bun in your oven to dote over. Besides, I’ve been out of the dating game long enough I wouldn’t even know how to begin.”

“I’m glad you asked!” Mary Margaret said, jumping up, grabbing her phone from the kitchen island and then sitting beside Emma on the couch. “Turns out, I have the perfect solution for you!”

She hadn’t asked, but…maybe it would be easier to just humor her perky sister in law. Emma sighed. “I’m almost certain I’m going to regret this, but what exactly is this perfect solution you’ve got for me?”

Mary Margaret tapped on her phone for a moment, and then turned it so Emma could see. “I heard about it in the teacher’s lounge the other day. It’s this new online dating app. It’s still getting off the ground, but it’s already got rave reviews. Why don’t you try it? Make yourself a profile!”

Emma glanced at the screen. The homepage showed the drawing of a magnificent fairy tale castle, surrounded by roses and flowers and stars. “Happily Ever After” was written across the top in big, curvy letters, the “I” in happily dotted with a heart.

Emma couldn’t have come up with something cheesier if she’d tried. “Really?”

“Okay, I know it’s a little corny, but it works,” Mary Margaret insisted. “Remember Ariel? She teaches biology and coaches the swim team? She met this guy Eric on Happily Ever After, and if I’m not mistaken, wedding bells will soon be pealing for those two. Jasmine Sharin, the social studies teacher, has also been on the site and she has her first date with this cute guy named Aladdin this weekend. They’re both happier than I’ve ever seen them.”

To say Emma remained skeptical was a massive understatement, but she could see how much this meant to Mary Margaret. It was really kind of sweet how much her brother’s wife was invested in her finding happiness.

Emma sighed. “Look, I don’t have high hopes, but if it’d make you happy, I guess I could make a profile.”

Mary Margaret surged forward and exuberantly hugged her. “That’s great, Emma! And who knows; maybe you’ll meet your own Prince Charming on the app. Stranger things have happened!”

Emma rolled her eyes good naturedly. “Alright, alright, I’ve already agreed to try the stupid thing. Get going or you’ll be late meeting David at the restaurant, and I know how crabby he gets when he has to wait on his food.”

With one last hug, Mary Margaret had gotten up, and laughing stepped through the door.

That evening Emma had dutifully installed the Happily Ever After app on her phone and created a profile. There was no way of knowing what kind of crazies might be on the site, so she’d made the decision to keep her info general. No name, no specific location, no outside contact information.

She’d simply be “The Swan” from Maine. She’d found a photo of a swan to use as her profile photo. Satisfied she’d done what she could, she’d clicked out of the app and gone to bed.

Two days later, Emma’d logged onto Happily Ever After and found, to her surprise, that she had a message in her inbox. Curious, she clicked on the little red blinking envelope at the top of her screen.

The icon that greeted her made her snort with laughter. The guy called himself “The Captain” and his icon was a picture of cartoon Captain Hook, waxed moustache, perm and all. Even more curious now, she perused the short message.

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Dear Swan,

I’m rather new at this online dating thing so I have no idea what one is meant to write in their opening message. Suffice it to say I found your profile intriguing. I’d like to begin corresponding with you if you’re amenable.

Sincerely,

The Captain.

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Emma smiled, kind of liking the oddly formal language. There wasn’t much to learn about the guy from this first message, and for all she knew he was a serial killer, but as long as she kept her “no identifying info” rule in place, there was no reason not to at least shoot him a note back.

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Dear “The Captain”

Nice to “meet” you. And yeah, this is awkward, isn’t it? Lol! So, I should probably tell you right off the bat that I’m super concerned about privacy and all of that. My rule is no identifying information—even name—until we’re both totally comfortable with each other.

Still, I found your profile interesting too. Just who are you, other than a cartoon villain?

The Swan

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And so had begun a beautiful online friendship. “The Captain” had been nothing but a gentleman from the first, agreeing to and scrupulously abiding by her “no info” rule, asking her about her day, offering her advice and consolation when she’d had a bad day, making her laugh, offering her little bits and pieces of his life.

Fact is, though she’d never met the guy in person, still didn’t know what he even looked like, Emma was falling for him. Hard.

A couple weeks ago, Emma was lying awake in her bed smiling like a loon after a two hour chat session with The Captain, and she suddenly realized they’d reached a crossroads. Caution was good and necessary; there were a lot of crazies out there; but caution only took you so far. She and The Captain had been talking for months, but if their relationship was going to progress to something real and lasting, they were going to have to meet.

Emma knew he’d been wanting to meet her for quite some time but he’d left it up to her, let her decide when she was comfortable.

She didn’t know if she’d ever be comfortable, but it was time. It was way past time. So, before she could lose her nerve, she shot him a quick text and then held her breath waiting for his reply.

10:35 pm So, there’s this fall festival thing in a little town in Maine called Storybrooke. It ends with a big masquerade ball in the evening. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go and meet me there? If you don’t want to, it’s not a big deal, but *shrug* just thought I’d ask.

It had taken him all of fifteen seconds to reply.

10:35 pm Of bloody course I’d like to meet you there! Just tell me when and where.

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And so here it was, the day of the fall festival and masquerade ball. The day she finally met The Captain. The butterflies danced the cha cha in her stomach as she thought about it. What would he be like? Would he like her? Oh gods, how was she going to deal with it if he was disappointed when he met her in person?

For a moment Emma toyed with the idea of texting him and calling the whole thing off, but instead she took a long, deep breath and blew it out slowly.

She was no coward, and she was done letting Neal and Walsh ruin her dating life. Whatever else came of today, she was going to meet The Captain, and she was going to give him a chance. With a determined nod of her head, she picked up her phone, opened the app and shot The Captain a text.

11:07 am Well today is the day! Is it weird that I’m both really excited and really nervous about meeting you in person? Don’t forget; I’ll be wearing the swan mask.

And with that, she tossed her phone in her jeans pocket and headed for the stairs. Time to get this show on the road.

Notes:

--But who in the world could The Captain be?!! Hahahaha! Maybe the better question is, what will Emma’s reaction be when she realizes just who her secret Internet man is? Stay tuned, all will be revealed in due course.

--Up next: We meet Killian in present time.

NEXT CHAPTER -->

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 8 years ago

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 117: The Matchmaker

Pairing: Captain Swan

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Today’s story is an AU based on this prompt from @kmomof4: Character A’s best friend rigs the Secret Santa, because they know Character A has a crush on Character B. This story can also be found as the 4th day of my 20 days of Christmas collection.

CS Genre: Christmas themed AU

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Notes: I wanted this au to take place in an office setting—so I set it in Storybrooke’s version of my own workplace, the library.

David closed his eyes and was just beginning to doze off when his wife, Mary Margaret shook his shoulder gently. “You awake?”

David chuckled and rolled to his side to face the love of his life. “I am now.”

“Good,” Mary Margaret said, and David could nearly hear the excitement radiating off of her in waves, “because I just had the best idea ever!”

“Well this I have to hear.”

“You know the new guy in serials cataloging? Killian?”

“I would hope I know him,” David said with another chuckle. “I am his supervisor after all.”

David noted his wife’s broad smile by the light of the full moon shining into their bedroom. “You know who would be perfect for him?”

David groaned. “Mary Margaret, I thought you decided you were done with matchmaking after the disaster that was your last attempt.”

Mary Margaret huffed. “Okay, I admit that Nottingham wasn’t exactly Ruby’s perfect match…or anyone’s perfect match. But everyone can have an off day, right?”

“And after that fiasco, your best friend refused to speak to you for a week.”

“Ruby knows I have the best of intentions,” Mary Margaret said, “and she did forgive me for the Nottingham miscalculation…eventually. Anyway, never mind that, now. My newest matchmaking venture is perfect.”

David sighed in good natured exasperation. “Alright then, let’s have it. Who’s perfect for Killian?”

“Emma, of course!” Mary Margaret said. “You know, she’s practically family, and I feel it my duty to help my family find perfect happiness.”

“Mary Margaret, you do realize, don’t you, that Emma’s spent the better part of every day since Killian’s arrival sighing in exasperation at him? When I asked her to train him to be her backup on collections statistics, I thought her look would kill me.”

Mary Margaret waved away his objection. “You poor, clueless man! Don’t you realize she’s reacting like that because she does have feelings for him? Feelings she doesn’t want to have, of course, but feelings still. She’s just afraid to take a chance that her gut feeling is wrong about him.”

David eyed her skeptically. “I don’t know about that…”

“Well, I do,” Mary Margaret said, “and anyone with eyes can see that he’s already head over heels in love with her.”

“I’m sure I’m going to regret asking this,” David said, “but what nefarious matchmaking scheme do you have in mind this time?”

“You know the office Christmas party is coming up,” Mary Margaret said, “and as unit secretary, it’s my job to organize the Secret Santa. If Killian just happened to get Emma’s name…well, you never know what might come of it.”

“Let’s just hope what comes of it isn’t bloodshed,” David muttered.

“Just you wait, David Nolan,” Mary Margaret answered confidently. “This time next year we’ll be getting a wedding invite from those two.”

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Killian rummaged around in the festive Santa hat Mary Margaret was holding out to him. Finally, deciding on the slip of paper he wanted, he withdrew his hand and looked at the name of his Secret Santa giftee.

Emma Swan

Killian’s stomach swooped pleasantly, and his heart started racing. Emma. The woman whose desk was next to his. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The strongest, bravest, most fascinating woman in the world. The woman he fell in love with nearly the instant he’d laid eyes on her.

The woman who seemed to despise him with everything within her.

Killian folded the slip of paper and handed it back to the secretary. Mary Margaret glanced at the name he’d received, noted it on her masterlist of Santas and giftees, and then grinned at him. “This is your opportunity Killian,” she said so softly that no one else could hear.

“Beg pardon? My opportunity for what?”

“Your opportunity to show Emma just how much you care for her.”

Killian felt his face color as he reached up to scratch at the spot behind his ear. “I don’t…”

“Oh don’t even try to deny it,” she said with a knowing smile. “I’m married to my true love, remember? David and I are practically Snow White and Prince Charming. I know love when I see it, and you, Killian Jones have it bad for Emma Swan.”

Killian chuckled nervously. “I won’t deny that I rather fancy her when she’s not yelling at me. But therein lies the rub. She’s almost always yelling at me. Hardly the behavior of a woman who wishes to be wooed.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Mary Margaret said. “I’ve known Emma ever since we met in kindergarten. The thought of being vulnerable, of opening herself up to someone, of letting herself care terrifies her. The more strongly she feels toward someone, the higher the wall she builds around her heart.”

Killian sighed. “If that’s true, she must be desperately, devastatingly in love with me.”

“Now you’re getting it!”

“I don’t wish to contradict a lady,” Killian pressed, “but I’ve flirted with the lovely Lady Swan from dawn to dusk for the past month, and there hasn’t been so much as a crack in that wall.”

Mary Margaret shrugged. “So prove to her you’re not just a hot, ladies man who’d flirt with anything breathing. Use this opportunity to show her how much you truly care.”

Show her how much you truly care. The idea had merit, Killian couldn’t deny it. Perhaps Mary Margaret was right. Perhaps this was his opportunity to win Swan’s heart.

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Emma arrived at her desk bright and early the next morning to find a steaming mug of cocoa topped with her favorite—whipped cream and cinnamon. She inhaled deeply, smiling at the comforting, slightly spicy chocolate scent. Picking up the note set beside the mug, she read.

Merry Christmas, Emma! The elves prepared a special Yuletide brew just for you. Have a lovely day. ~Santa~

Emma brought the mug to her lips, took a sip, and then groaned in ecstasy. This wasn’t just hot cocoa. This was the nectar of the gods. Whoever her secret Santa was, he or she knew how to make a good cup of cocoa.

A deep masculine chuckle came from the desk next to her, and Emma felt her heart pick up its pace. That knowing, somehow innuendo-laden sound did obscene things to her insides.

Which was why, of course, she had to turn a furious scowl upon the man who’d made the sound. Killian Jones was a flirt, a ladies man, someone who had ‘mistake’ written all over him.

“It looks as though someone is enjoying their gift from Santa.”

“Well I was,” Emma muttered. “Before someone decided to open his big mouth.”

“I shall endeavor to let you enjoy your beverage in peace,” Killian said with a grin. “Your Santa seems to have hit upon the perfect gift.”

“Whoever Santa is, they get me,” Emma agreed.

“One can only dream,” Killian muttered under his breath.

Emma ignored the enigmatic statement from her annoying desk mate.

Over the course of the month, Emma continued to receive little gift after little gift from her Santa. A swan Christmas ornament. A grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, little baubles for her car. Fingerless gloves (that came the day after Emma had complained about the library keeping the office roughly the temperature of a meat locker), a CD of Christmas music, a big, sticky bear claw.

Emma actually found herself getting excited about coming into work each day, the anticipation of Santa’s newest offering bringing a smile to her face as she prepared for the day.

It wasn’t the stuff that touched her the most, it was the fact that her Santa seemed to truly know her her. He or she seemed to read her like an open book, always choosing just what she wished for at any given time.

She had a feeling that whoever this Santa was, she was going to walk away from the Christmas party on the last day before break with a new friend.

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

Killian took a deep breath to steady his nerves as the big Secret Santa reveal approached at the annual cataloging department Christmas party. This was the moment, the opportunity for him to put all his cards on the table. He knew he was taking a risk with the gift he’d selected for Swan, but with every passing day she became dearer to him, and he must, he simply must take the chance on her.

“Alright,” Mary Margaret said with a special twinkle in her eyes. “Emma, you’re up. That small, rectangle gift is from your Santa.

Killian watched as the gentle smile spread over Emma’s features. He hoped and prayed that expression would remain even after she learned his identity. Pulling the decorative paper free from the box, Emma opened it to reveal the delicate swan pendant on a silver chain that he’d had specifically commissioned for her. The smile on her face blossomed yet farther.

“It’s gorgeous!” she breathed. “Alright, I’ve been dying to ask all month. Santa, who are you?”

Killian took one more deep breath and then stepped forward. “That would be me.”

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

Emma went back to her desk later that afternoon in a daze. Killian. Killian was her secret Santa? Killian was the one who’d given her all those perfect, thoughtful gifts all month long? Was it possible? Was there more to her drop dead gorgeous desk mate than met the eye? Had she misjudged him all along?

“Hey,” she said, swiveling her chair in Killian’s direction.

“Aye, love?”

“Thanks,” she said simply, reaching up to touch the necklace he’d given her. “Not just for this, but for, you know, all you’ve done all month. It’s…it’s meant a lot.”

“I’m pleased you enjoyed it, Swan,” he said, his voice almost shy.

“How did you do it?” she asked. “How did you always know exactly what to get me, exactly what I craved?”

He scratched at the spot behind his ear, refusing to meet her eyes. “I pay attention. You may not believe it, but your heart’s desire. That’s all I’ve ever wanted from you.”

Emma felt her stomach swoop and the tears come to her eyes. She could tell when someone was lying, had always had that ‘super power’, and this man was most definitely not lying. He cared about her, really, truly cared about her.

Before she could think better of it, Emma leaned over and kissed him softly, gently. When she pulled back she noted his eyes still closed, a soft, almost reverent “Emma” falling from his lips, before he seemed to pull himself together.

“Well if that’s the reaction I’m to get for my troubles,” he said in a lame attempt to fall back on his old innuendo, “I shall have to shower you with gifts more often.”

“I think I misjudged you,” she said in return, “and I’m glad.

“As am I.”

They sat in silence for another moment, before Killian reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. “I have one more gift for you, Swan.”

Emma took the proffered offering, looking down to see the details of a reservation for two that night at the upscale Italian restaurant on the other side of town. “I thought, perhaps you might enjoy a night out as the madness of the holidays ramps up.”

Emma smiled, feeling the tears threaten once more. “I’ll accept them, on one condition.”

“Aye, what’s that?”

“I’ll accept them if you’ll be my date for the night.”

Killian’s smile could light up the darkest day of the year. “I’ll pick you up at 7.”

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

One year, almost to the day, later, Mary Margaret Nolan rummaged through the mail as she and David made their way upstairs to their loft apartment. When her eyes landed on an envelope with fancy script, she squealed in delight. Opening the offering, she perused its contents.

Emma Swan and Killian Jones request the honor of your presence at their wedding on the seventeenth day of June two thousand eighteen.

David grinned, shaking his head good-naturedly. “There’ll be no living with you after this, will there?”

Notes:

--Merry almost Christmas! I hope the holiday season has been beautiful and magical for all of you. It’s been ridiculously busy for me, but after Mass on Christmas morning, I’ll have nearly a week of vacation. Yay! Today’s story was based on a prompt from @kmomof4, as I mentioned above. This turned out to be such a fun prompt!

--Up next: The next Fluffy Fridays update will be on January 12, and you get to decide what genre I’ll be exploring: deleted/divergent scene for seasons 2-6, Lieutenant Duckling, Future fic, or AU. Let me know what you want to see next!

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Fluffy Fridays—Chapter 116: Thankful

Pairing: Captain Swan

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CS Genre: Deleted scene, pre 7x2

Growing up, Emma remembered the holidays as a cold, dreary, depressing time. Everywhere she turned there were happy families, basking in the joy of the season. Bright red and green decorations everywhere. Singers crooning about the happiest time of the year. Movies and tv shows about the joy and magic of the holidays.

All it ever did was remind Emma of what she didn’t have.

But that had all changed when she came to Storybrooke and found her family and her true love.

Emma woke early on Thanksgiving morning, a bright smile on her face and a song in her heart. She lay pleasantly cocooned in a mountain of quilts, her husband’s warmth surrounding her, his arm slung over her waist, his hand splayed across her still-flat belly, holding their child close.

It was incredible how much her life had changed in just a few short years. She missed Henry like crazy, especially during the holidays, but other than his absence, her life was about as close to perfect as it was possible to get.

Well…almost. Emma felt her stomach roil as the ever present morning sickness reared its ugly head. She took deep breaths, willing the nausea to subside, but after a minute or two she realized it was useless. Moving as gently as possible so as not to disturb Killian, she got out of bed and nearly sprinted to the bathroom.

She loved this baby with everything in her already, but anyone who suggested pregnancy was fun needed to be committed. Funny, she didn’t remember the first trimester being this miserable with Henry. Oh she’d been a little more tired than normal, and she’d felt a bit sick for a couple of weeks, but it was the emotional turmoil that had been the worst.

It seemed getting pregnant in your early thirties was far different than getting pregnant in your teens. Still, despite the unbelievable fatigue, the morning sickness that seemed to last most of the day, the constant weird cravings, and the times she felt faint, she wouldn’t trade this for anything.

Emma rinsed out her mouth, gargled a bit of mouth wash, splashed some water on her face and padded back to the bed. Killian sat up in the bed, his hair delightfully touselled, and looked over at her in concern.

“Swan?” he asked, pulling up the covers and welcoming her back into the shelter of his arms, “are you quite well, love?”

Emma chuckled humorlessly. “Killian, this kid of yours is trying to kill me.”

If possible, Killian looked even more concerned. “Shall I ring the doctor?”

Emma laughed again. “Killian we’ve talked about this. I’m fine. A bit miserable, but fine. Besides, I think if you call Whale one more time to freak out about a little routine morning sickness, he’s going to come over here and beat you with his stethoscope.”

Emma loved having a husband who wanted to take care of her during her pregnancy, one who loved and wanted this baby at least as much as she did. She loved Killian for it, but his whole concerned husband/mother hen routine had gotten old by about the second day they’d known about the pregnancy.

“Are you sure you should be lifting that love?” he’d asked, as she reached for the throw pillows that decorated their bed.

“A pillow, Killian? Seriously?”

Later in the sheriff’s station, he’d been even worse. “Swan, I’m not altogether sure you should go out on that call. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to you or the baby.”

“Killian, Dopey and Doc got into a fender bender. Just how dangerous do you think responding to that is going to be?”

“Perhaps you’d best take a rest in one of the unoccupied cells, love. You must keep your strength up,” he’d continued.

“Killian stop fussing!”

But the last straw had come when Killian called Whale for the fifteenth time in the first week, concerned about her fatigue and nausea.

“Killian,” Emma said firmly, “I love you with all my heart. I would go (and have gone) through hell for you, but I swear if you don’t stop hovering I’m going to turn you into a ferret. I’m pregnant, not an invalid.

He’d gotten much better since then, but he still watched her like a hawk, ready to come to her assistance at the slightest indication it was needed.

Emma settled into the bed, kissed her husband, and prepared to catch a few more z’s when her stomach growled loud enough to wake the dead. Killian chuckled. “Our lass is demanding nourishment now, is she?”

It was, of course, far too early to know the sex of their baby, but Killian was sure they were having a daughter, and Emma had to admit she had the same feeling.

“She’s famished, as always,” Emma said. “Guess it’s time to get up and see what’s for breakfast.”

Killian stopped her with a gentle hand to her shoulder. “Stay put love. Let me bring my girls breakfast in bed.”

Her heart turned over at the love in his eyes, the way he always wanted to do little things for her. “Certainly not going to turn down an offer like that.”

“And just what does my little princess wish for her morning repast today?”

Emma grinned. “Okay, I know this sounds totally disgusting, but do you know what I’m craving like crazy right now?”

“I couldn’t even begin to guess what noisome combination of food items you desire today,” he said.

“What I really want is a couple of my blueberry Pop-Tarts and a big dill pickle.”

Killian pulled a face, but dutifully shuffled off toward the kitchen.

Emma settled back against the pillows and smiled, putting a protective hand over her belly as she waited for her breakfast. Today was a big day. Today was the day she and Killian told the family their big news. Killian had been so excited when she told him about the baby six weeks ago that he’d been ready to call her father (and his best mate) on the spot, but Emma had stopped him.

“Killian, would you mind terribly if we waited a bit to tell people?” she’d asked hesitantly.

He’d given her a surprised look, but then slowly shook his head. “I suppose not, love, but why shouldn’t we share our joy?”

She’d shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just so…new and exciting. I was kind of hoping we could celebrate privately for a while, just have this an incredibly amazing secret just between the two of us.”

He’d agreed with her, and in the end, they’d decided Thanksgiving day would be the perfect time to tell the family.

“Your grandma and grandpa are going to be so excited to find out about you, baby,” she whispered softly.

Emma had more to be thankful for this Thanksgiving than she ever had before.

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

Thanksgiving dinner had become somewhat of a tradition for the Charming/Swan/Jones/Mills family over the years. The first Thanksgiving dinner they’d had together wasn’t actually on Thanksgiving at all. It was in the middle of the spring, just after the Black Fairy had been defeated. The whole gang (including Rumple, Belle and a newly baby-ized Gideon) met at Granny’s for lasagna and Regina’s famous apple turnovers. Snow had insisted they go around the table and list something they were thankful for. Despite some snark and grumbling (mainly from Zelena), everyone had complied, and a new family tradition was born.

Ever since that day, Thanksgiving dinner had moved to the appropriate day, near the end of November. Granny’s had hosted them for the first couple of years, but when Anton finally succeeded in getting his newly planted magic bean fields to yield, she’d taken to realm hopping over the holidays so she could spend time with Ruby. Now they all took turns hosting.

This year, the Mills sisters had the honor of hosting the big family dinner.

And so it was that early in the evening, Emma and Killian walked hand in hand into the mayor’s mansion, proffering a bottle of rum as a hostess gift.

“This looks like the good stuff,” Emma said, as Killian rang the doorbell, and they waited to be welcomed in. “Too bad I won’t be able to drink it for a good seven months.”

“Don’t worry love,” Killian said with a wink. “I’ll drink enough for both of us.”

For that, he received a (somewhat) playful smack.

Zelena opened the door with an eyeroll. “About time you two arrived. You’re ten minutes late. After hours of slaving away in the kitchen (which is torture without magic), if you ruined a single dish there will be hell to pay.”

“Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Zelena,” Emma said with a grin. “Sorry, we were just…um…delayed a bit, and lost track of time.”

She prayed her face wasn’t flaming as much as she suspected it was. Another side effect of this pregnancy seemed to be that she wanted her husband. Like all the time. And Killian, good husband that he was, was always up to the task. It’s possible they might have gotten carried away this afternoon and been so lost in each other that they totally forgot there was even such a thing as Thanksgiving.

Zelena looked back and forth between them for a moment, and then dramatically rolled her eyes. “Can we just have one day where we’re not all nauseated at the thought of the two of you constantly getting it on?”

Killian smirked as he looked down at Emma, his look pure sin and wickedness. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

And Zeus help her, but she was ready to drag Killian into the nearest private space she could find and have her way with him again. Pregnancy hormones were going to be the death of her (and possibly the death of her pirate as well, considering the look her dad shot him as he walked into the foyer just in time to hear that little exchange).

The Golds had left on their big world tour some five or six years ago now, and of course Henry was off trying to create his own story, but even so, the Mills sisters’ dining room table was nearly filled to capacity between the Charmings, the Swan-Jones’s, the Mills sisters and the two rambunctious kids. (Seriously, Neal and Robyn could get into more trouble together than any ten children Emma knew growing up in group homes.)

Emma settled in with Killian on one side and her mother on the other. Snow leaned over and gave Emma a motherly one-armed hug.

“Something’s different about you today, Emma,” Snow said with a smile. “You’re positively glowing.”

Emma smiled and on impulse hugged her mom back. “I’m just happy, mom,” she said meaning it with her whole heart. “These big family get togethers are more than I ever could have hoped for, despite the inevitable snark-off between Regina and Zelena.”

Snow smiled gently. “I’ll always regret all the years we missed together, but the fact that we can have these moments now, well it’s what I’ve always wanted for our family.”

Dinner, consisting of all the traditional Thanksgiving favorites, was delicious. Emma always secretly loved it when Regina and Zelena hosted Thanksgiving, because magic or no magic, they were amazing cooks. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, homemade dinner rolls, sweet potatoes and steamed vegetables. All of it was delectable. This year, however, the cranberry sauce nearly made her stomach turn. Right then; so baby Swan-Jones did not like cranberries. It took a few moments of deep breathing and swallowing hard, but luckily Emma was able to push the nausea aside and finish her dinner in peace.

David waited until they’d finished eating, everyone feeling like they’d burst if they consumed another bite, and then stood at the head of the table, clinking his glass.

“Well now that we’ve eaten, you all know what time it is. It’s time for everyone to share what they’re thankful for. Regina, as hostess, do you want to start?”

Regina smiled, waved her hand and produced a small piece of paper. “I’m grateful for this letter Henry managed to get to me yesterday. He’s doing well, and he’s having all types of adventures. Okay, Zelena. Your turn.”

Zelena took a sip of her rum. “I’m thankful Leroy caught laryngitis. His constant town crier act got old about ten years ago. Robyn, darling?”

The little red head grinned, showing off a missing tooth or two. “I’m thankful Mother Superior never found out it was me that put the ‘Shady Blue’ sign on her back.”

This, of course, resulted in admonishment from most of the adults, but Emma turned away to hide her grin.

“Neal, you’re next.”

Neal Nolan, frowned with all of his eight-year-old might and glared at his parents. He, apparently was still put out about his mother forbidding him from having a third apple turnover. “I don’t want to say anything! I’m not thankful!”

David shot him a stern look, and Neal looked back defiantly for another moment, but then dropped his eyes. “Fine! I’m thankful for Wilby.”

Ever since the Charmings had bought their farmhouse and adopted Wilby, dog and boy had been nearly inseparable.

“I guess I’ll go next,” David said after nodding approvingly at his recalcitrant son. “I’m thankful for the life we have now. I’m thankful to be back on a farm, working the land. I’m thankful to have the best wife, son, daughter and son-in-law a man could ever have. Snow? How about you?”

Snow reached over and squeezed her husband’s hand affectionately. “I’m thankful that we’re all here, all together, all happy and healthy. It’s all I ever wanted for this family. Emma? Your turn. What are you thankful for this year?”

Here it was, the moment of truth, the moment she and Killian had been planning pretty much since they got the positive pregnancy test. Emma reached over and linked her fingers with her husbands’.

“Actually, mom,” Emma said, unable to hold back her smile. “This year Killian and I wanted to share what we’re thankful for together.”

A knowing, excited look came into Snow’s face. “Emma, honey? Are you about to tell us what I think you’re about to tell us?”

“Yeah, I think I am,” Emma said, smiling as she looked over at her mom then her dad. “So in just over seven months you and dad are going to be grandparents again. Killian and I are expecting!”

Emma couldn’t have hoped for a better reaction to their big news. From Snow nearly crushing her in a hug, to David patting Killian on the back, to the kids cheering about having a new playmate on the way, to Zelena demanding Regina pay up. “I told you that’s why she wouldn’t drink the rum, Sis. You owe me”, everyone shared their joy. Everyone was ready to welcome the little cygnet into their big, crazy family with open arms.

“We can’t wait,” Killian said, “we’ve wanted this for such a long time, but I was starting to think it would never happen. Not for lack of trying, mind you. Swan and I had plenty of practice over the last couple of years.”

Neal tugged on his dad’s sleeve. “Dad, what kind of practice does he mean?”

It was hard to tell, which was redder, the cranberry sauce or David’s face. “Trust me son. That’s a detail neither you nor I want to know about. At all.”

As Regina and Zelena set about to clear the table, and Snow began talking about the baby shower she was bound and determined to throw for them, Emma looked over at Killian, tears welling in her eyes. He shot her a tender look, reaching up to swipe at her cheek. A lost girl and a lost boy they might have been, but this child, the product of their true love, would know no such heartache. Still months away from greeting the world, and already she had more people that loved her than she’d ever know what to do with.

Never had there been a time when Emma had more for which to be thankful.

Notes:

--*Waves* Hi! Did you miss me? Sorry it’s been so very, very long since I updated Fluffy Fridays, but I recently got a second job as the music coordinator at my church. As you can imagine, especially with Christmas coming up in a little over a month, my fandom related time has been quite a bit limited as a result.

--As I mentioned on Tumblr, I’ve been mulling over what Fluffy Fridays will look like moving forward, and here’s what I’ve come up with: Since CS’s story is effectively done in canon, I think this season will be it for me as far as Fluffy Fridays is concerned, unless I suddenly get a burst of inspiration. 125 chapters seems like a nice, milestone number to end with, so that means I have 9 chapters left to write.

--My tentative update schedule is as follows: Dec. 22, Jan. 12 and 26, Feb. 9 and 23, Mar. 23, Apr. 6 and 20 and May 4.

--As for topics, I’m thinking Christmas, Deleted or Divergent scene for each of seasons 2-6, Lieutenant Duckling, Future Fic, and AU. (No idea what order I’ll write them in, other than Christmas will be in December, and it might be nice to go out on a future fic).

--So if you have any specific requests for any of those topics, feel free to send them my way!

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