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bleebug:

look ok, i just want them to have a lazy morning where killian is wearing only sweatpants, hair a mess, bags under his eyes from his and emma’s late night activities, standing at the kitchen counter putting together all the ingredients for a fancy breakfast quiche (because Food Snob) and emma wandering downstairs in her camisole and sleep shorts and her hair in a quickly pulled together high bun, and she just plants her face between his shoulder blades and wraps her arms around him and runs her fingers through his chest and belly hair and he grins and lets her feel him up and cling to his back while he pops the food in the oven and then he finally turns and buries his face in her neck ughhh

hey, i saw that you accept prompts, soooo can you write a fanfic where killian asks emma for a baby after seeing david with neal or something like that? thank you sm (im sorry about the horrible english, it’s not my first language).

initiala:

I’ve done FOUR!!!! training modules today and my brain is turning into mush.

“There, that wasn’t so bad now was it?”

Emma’s ringing ears say otherwise, but she’s not her dad. Maybe this tantrum isn’t as bad as the others, but if it’s not she (thankfully) doesn’t have to be here all the time while Neal’s teething. David leaves Neal to the frozen banana and sits at the table with her. “Why not numb him up with a bit of whiskey?” Killian asks, still perched near Neal’s playpen.

Emma catches the scandalized look on her dad’s face and tries not to laugh as he says, “I’m not giving my child alcohol just because he’s upset!”

“Dad–”

“Look, mate, you don’t dose him with it,” Killian explains, all too patiently. “Just dab it on with a finger, he loses the pain and sleeps like a–well, like a baby, you and the wife get some rest, and everyone’s much more cheerful come morning.”

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