A little season 4 canon divergence, set during the peaceful 6 weeks, because it always bothered me that nobody ever seems to be much interested in learning about Killian’s troubled past, even if it was “like a million years ago”. And it’s not like he’s got nothing to tell. @effulgentcolors and @thesschesthair are partly to blame.
summary: during the peaceful 6 weeks after Gold’s banishment, Emma is determined to find out more about Killian’s beginnings
It’s
been four weeks now that Gold was forced to leave town, no other
threats have presented themselves, and the feeling of peace is almost
unreal. Since the first curse has been broken, there hasn’t been such
a long period without a villain’s scheme of some sort looming over
Storybrooke.
But
Emma doesn’t complain; even though this period of quietude doesn’t
give only the opportunity for pleasurable occupations, it’s still an
important chance to process things, to deal with experiences that
could easily leave unnoticed marks if swept under the rug. And it’s
so tempting to forget some of the stuff that has happened, and not so
long ago she maybe would have been inclined to do exactly that, but
she knows better now. Her new self is determined to quit running
away, and that includes not suppressing feelings, not even unpleasant
ones such as worries and fears.
So,
she’s trying to deal with what happened, in particular with Killian
being under the control of Gold, his heart ripped out, and almost
killed by his old nemesis. My oldest friend, he’d called him
in cruel mockery. Emma can’t even begin to imagine what that must
have felt like for Killian, to be forced to do terrible things, to
know his loved ones were in the very real danger to be sacrificed for
Gold’s quest to free himself from the dagger, and to know that his
life was doomed and that his own unavoidable death would ultimately
allow The Dark One what he’d always wanted: to have infinite power,
be free from the command of the dagger, and keep the woman he
loved… well, in his own twisted way.
He didn’t really have time. There were…things. Stuff. Packing. Kissing his fiancée as much as humanly possible.
Because he had a fiancée now and impending fatherhood wasn’t nearly as intimidating as calling his brother from the other side of the world to tell him about both of those things.
So maybe he was avoiding it and, maybe, sometimes the more things changed the more they stayed the same.
Words: 5.5K of Jones Brothers feelz. Rating: The lowest common denominator of T because I can’t write a story without someone swearing AN: I got an anon a couple days ago asking about Liam’s reaction to finding out the news of Mattie Jones and if he’d be around when Killian and Emma told the Vankalds and my mind was like ok, we can do that in a drabble of some sort and then my mind laughed at itself because what even is a drabble? So here’s this instead. And eventually I really will write Killian and Emma telling the Vankalds because the Vankalds would freak and buy several thousand dollars of Rangers-branded baby merchandise. Thanks for still loving this stupid hockey team, guys. It’s the best. Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll.
“Call him.”
“I texted him before.”
“Call him.”
“I have no idea what time it is at home. And then I’ve got to figure out the time difference for Colorado and–”
Emma has had a shitty day, an absolutely shitty day. But Killian knows exactly what will cheer her up. Domestic Fluff that involves a very dorky Killian Jones trying (and succeeding) to cheer up his wife.
Rating: General Audience
Word Count: 615
Author’s Note: So this is basically a little snippet of an AU Cursed series I’m working on, it is a long work in progress, but I don’t know why I am quite happy with this particular bit. My friend encouraged me to post it so here it is I guess. I really hope you’ll enjoy this.
She pulled into the driveway, the gravel crunching beneath the rubber tires of the bug. It was chilly outside, the wind whipped through her hair as she stepped out of the car.She sighed into the cold night air, her exasperated breath condensing into a fog in the chilly wind, which dissolved into the atmosphere. She had a bad day, a really shitty one. All she wanted now was to go home and cuddle with her husband and her kid, if he was even awake. She had texted him throughout the day, their conversation was the only thing that got her through it. She opened the front doors and stepped into her house, she was immediately enveloped into a cosy warmth and met with the aroma of freshly baked cookies. She turned her head to the kitchen, and sure enough, a batch of cookies were in sight. She heard footfalls coming from the stairway and directed her attention there, she was greeted by her husband, donned in flannel and an apron she had jokingly got him for his birthday, it was a frilly pink one printed with middlemist flowers and the letters “Kiss the cook” emblazoned on it. She couldn’t help but giggle at her dorky husband, this was one of the many things she loved about him, he knew exactly how to cheer her up. She watched as her husband strolled over to the radio, appreciating how the tight jeans he wore clung to his ass. He turned on the radio, Voices by cheap trick was on. Perfect timing, of course it was, this was Killian Jones, the hopeless romantic that she called her husband. That was their song. He turned around and grinned, cheekily, he grabbed the plastic spatula that was still covered in cookie batter and held it to his mouth, and god dammit he started singing. The words flowed easily out of his mouth as he maintained eye contact with her, a brazen glint in his eye.
“
Hey, it’s me again Plain to see again Please, can I see you every day? I’m a fool again I fell in love with you again Please, can I see you every day?
“
She chortled at her husband’s antics and joined in, at this point, he had chucked the spatula aside and pulled her towards him, they swayed in beat to the music.
“You didn’t know what you were looking for Till you heard the voices in your ear You didn’t know what you were looking for Till you heard the voices in your ear”
The song eventually ended, and their forehead’s touched as the song faded away. The DJ on the radio started talking again, to introduce the next song.
“That was Voices by Cheap Trick, dedicated to Emma Jones by her dashing rapscallion of a husband, Killian who I hope timed this right as he said he would. You crazy kids have a good night, next up we have Piano Man by Billy Joel…”
She pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation of his soft lips against hers.
“I love you, Killian Jones.”
“And I You Emma Jones.” He replied as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
“The lad was devasted that Mummy couldn’t make it back in time for his story tonight.”
“I was caught up at school, the principal, Walsh is so unreasonable! I’ll make it up to him tomorrow, Thanks for cheering me up baby, you always know what I need.Now, your other child wants some cookies.”
She said as she rubbed her bump, he smiled at her, bent down and placed a kiss on said belly.
Let’s be honest, I’m most likely never ever going to get over the way the tension falls out of Killian’s shoulders here once he’s finally got her safe in his arms.
He knows she’s ok now, he can see her, smell her, hold her, feel her weight and everything’s all right again; she’s freezing and they need to get her home but more than even that, they both just need this moment to touch first, to calm their souls, and it’s just SO BEAUTIFUL.
…I’ve always loved the way Emma touches the back of his head, too. He’s always covered in all that leather, armor like the kind she’s so familiar with… but at that moment, she wants to feel HIM, not his armor. And it just kills me T_T
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