⛄ CS Hiatus Countdown ❄️ (79 days) + CS Winter Hiatus Meme:A Captain Swan Christmas (Emma and Killian escape the cold winter night and return home for some hot chocolate with cinnamon and the long overdue star wars movie marathon. But, in the end, they move on to more enjoyable activities.)
Character A is pretending to be their friend’s lover for the sake of the friend’s family. Character B is said friend’s sibling.
(header by the incredibly sweet and talented @katie-dub)
It All Went Downhill From Here; ~ 2, 000 words; FF.NET || AO3
She watches
Killian Jones storm out of his own house and wonders when exactly this whole
weekend went so horribly wrong. A few instances come to mind.
Possible It-all-went-downhill-from-here moment
#1
She bumps
into him and almost covers his shirt in mulled wine. She has not been hanging around the kitchen’s
doorway, with its fake-as-can-be mistletoe, scotched-taped by someone, who, if
Emma has to guess, was operating with one hand. She is not that smitten, thank
you very much. But the fact remains that when she looks up and it is Killian
who almost got a first degree burn as a Christmas present, Emma doesn’t rush
off.
She
hesitates. She lingers. Probably seeming distracted to everyone else and
completely obvious to herself. She waits and waits and starts wondering if she
should storm off in a huff or just grab him by the lapels and snog him
senseless, as his brother would put it.
Killian’s
chuckle is only a little forced and he scratches behind his ear for just a
second and then makes the decision for her. He takes her hand and lifts it to
his lips. She barely feels the brush of his mouth but his breath is warm and
heavy on her skin and Emma swears a proper kiss would’ve been less sensual. She
certainly hasn’t had one she enjoyed as much as this.
///
No, as nice
as it is to relive that one, she should go further back.
Possible It-all-went-downhill-from-here moment
#2
She almost
missed it, busy as she is with staring at Killian Jones catching every popcorn
Robin’s kid throws at him. With his mouth.
There are
certain things that should not be attractive and acting like a 5-year-old, in
the company of an actual 5-year-old, should be one of them. But when Killian
catches her staring and grins proudly (he did catch every single one), she
quickly averts her eyes. And that’s when she sees it.
Elsa is
most definitely not gonna make the top of that tree, no matter how much she
frowns and huffs at it. Emma laughs quietly at her for using her people tactics
on a dead plant and is just about to go save said plant from being toppled over
when she sees Liam comes up behind her roommate. She sees Elsa jump when his
hands come to rest on her hips and almost hears her indignant yelp when he
lifts her up without much preamble.
Emma wants
to laugh again but then she catches Killian’s frown that melts into concern
when he meets her eyes and all she wants is to scream in frustration.
“Oh, my
apologies. This is Killian. Killian Jones. David’s friend? We met at Robin and
Regina’s Halloween party a couple of months ago?”
Emma
could’ve stopped him after his name. Honestly she could’ve stopped him after
the ‘apologies’. She doesn’t know that many people who talk like that. Meaning
she knows one. David’s friend. David’s very attractive, very suave, very
good-looking-in-leather-pants, friend. Killian. Killian Jones.
But she
lets him ramble on for two reasons.
First, from
what she gathered at said Halloween party, Killian Jones’s ego could benefit
from thinking there existed a woman who crossed his path, shook hands with him,
did rum shots with him and was not, for weeks after, plagued by his stupid blue
eyes and his even stupider smirk and the ghost of his warm hand at the small of
her back and his hot whisper in her ear, running a hilarious commentary with
the true (or so he said) facts of the stories David was telling about his year
abroad.
Second,
Emma is not that woman. But he doesn’t need to know that.
“Oh,
Killian,” she says finally and tries not to let her grin at his sigh of relief
slip into her voice. “Hey. Don’t remember giving you my number.”
“That would
be because you didn’t. I swiped it from David’s phone,” he says with very
little guilt in his tone.
“Oookay.
And why did you go to all that trouble?”
“Because I
need you to help me save Christmas.”
Emma
laughs. And then laughs some more. And then snorts and wipes at the moisture in
her eyes. And then she plops down on the couch with another little laugh for
good measure.
“I’m sorry,
I thought you said you need help saving Christmas.”
“I did.”
He doesn’t
sound annoyed with her per say but he sure sounds impatient and ready to get
down to business. The Christmas saving business. The business Emma is sorely
unqualified for.
“Listen, Jones.
I don’t know what you’re talking about but you’ve definitely come to the wrong
person.”
Here’s this not so little thing I’ve created that consists of Captain Swan fanfic recommendations for the major fall/winter holidays: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years, with stories listed by holiday. I know many of you love holiday stories just as much as I do, so hopefully you’ll find something you like here! Also, since it’s early in the year and new fics will be posted over the next few months, I’ll be updating this periodically as the holidays roll around. Please let me know if there are any errors with fic links or author usernames, and feel free to continue sending me suggestions to include in the next update! (PSA this fandom desperately needs more Thanksgiving-related stories.)
It All Starts With a Dance 