Captain Swan, Snowing, Captain Charming and Captain Snow broTPs, rated G, 2400 words
Let’s just all face the fact now that I’m gonna be posting this kind of happy beginnings garbage marshmallow fluff for the next several months. Sorry not sorry. Warning for a lot of discussion of babies.
He found David in the barn, grooming one of the two horses that he’d recently obtained. After so long in their cramped loft in town, the Charmings were certainly making the most of owning a farm on several acres of land at the edge of Storybrooke.
“I told you,” David said.
Killian raised an eyebrow. “What?”
“That you’d get bored with the girl talk eventually.”
“I’ll have you know,” Killian said, picking up a second grooming brush and holding his hand out for the horse in the adjacent stall to sniff, “that when I left, the ladies were discussing the best kind of magical bolt for taking down a foe at twenty paces.”
“Ah.”
Satisfied that Snow’s horse, Bluebird, recognized him, he gently rested the flat of his hook on the horse’s back and began to brush her flank. “Admittedly, there was also a protracted discussion of menstruation.”
“Uh huh, like I said.”
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