Captain Swan and Captain Cobra fic, Rated Teen, ~1300 words, Spoilers for 6×03
I’m sorry about this, I tried to write something happy and instead I made angst.
She can almost forget that she’s living under a death sentence.
His clothes are in her closet and his toiletries are in her bathroom. (She’s amused to see he’s discovered modern hair products but not an electric beard trimmer, and she makes a mental note to buy him one.) He puts his books on the shelves, his ancient tomes pressed against the few dog-eared paperbacks she’s bothered to hold on to. He proves to be a better cook than she would have given him credit for, especially considering his disability.
Her parents bring over a housewarming gift and stay for dinner, her mother smiling and her father frowning (but deep down, probably also smiling) at their casual intimacy. Henry takes it all in stride, incorporating Killian into the family routine without complaint. If there’s a faint flicker of worry behind his eyes sometimes, she doesn’t let herself dwell on it.
Eavesdropping
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It All Starts With a Dance 