Happy Holidays, slytheringurrl!
Title: And as you wish.
Recipient: slytheringurrl
Author: Anon
Characters/Pairings: Emma/Hook
Spoilers: Next to nothing (0.001%) of Series 3, but pokes fun at Series 2 a bit.
Word Count: 1,260
Summary: humor, domestica…and A story that shows Emma and Hook in their daily lives as a couple (Domestic snapshots and romance).
It was more than a little scary, Emma mused, the change which came over Killian when he hunkered down to fill out paperwork or something equally tedious.
Coming up behind him - and the in-the-movies action would be to place her arms tenderly around his neck, or lay a hand on his muscular chest - Emma stood behind him. “Did Cora give you a Curse personality?” she asked.
“None at all,” and she could hear the grin in his voice at how near she was.
“Regina then? Gold?”
“No, and assuredly not,” Killian said.
“Then why do you look so damned happy when you’re doing that?”
“Bit of my pre-pirate life, luv. That’s all.” He pauses, considers. “It’s distressing?”
“The change from your usual self to Mr Paperwork, took me by surprise,” Emma puts it mildly.
“This is what I used to be like.”
“Huh.”
“Problem, cygnet?”
“No, and don’t call me that.” He told me I don’t rule the same part of his heart that Milah did, and I’m more than fine with that. And I’ve got no problem with him not treating me like he did Milah. But he also told me that he and Milah didn’t do ‘pet names’ for each other ‘as your world calls such cutesnesses’ he said.
“As you wish,” Killian said.
“Oh god, don’t…” shaking her head.
“Don’t what?” he asked.
Rather than mention the movie, Emma asked him, “Have you ever heard of the Dread Pirate Roberts?”
“Not unless that was Ahab’s given name.”
David was watching Henry, no doubt teaching him more swordsmanship, while Emma had the day off. And she was taking full advantage of it, Killian having talked her into a massage - ‘no hanky business’ he had assured her, ‘I shall be the perfect gentleman.’
No complaints, Emma thought as he rubbed and massaged and kneaded her back, those fingers and knuckles and joints knowing exactly where to go to loosen the knots in her back.
Out the corner of one eye, Emma thought she saw something…and try as she might to dismiss it, she couldn’t, not entirely. Turning her head…That’s…
“If that’s your hand,” Emma asked him, looking at his good hand - his thumb hand - laying flat against the…and she shook her head.
“It is,” Killian said, and the massage stopped, and he showed her his stump. No hook, no covering, just the fleshy knubs which covered where Gold had once chopped off a hand.
She looked at him, and he met her eyes, waiting for her response, her reaction, even her rage or chill.
“Next time, just tell me beforehand,” Emma asked him.
“Of course, mi’lady, as you wish.”
Emma groaned.
Some things about Storybrooke still made utterly no sense to Emma.
How the library was stocked with movies and books that were released after the Curse brought everyone here, was one of those.
And Henry had borrowed a movie from the town library, brought it home on one of the days Emma had custody, and insisted they all watch it…even Hook.
Though it’s amusing how Henry and Killian both watch it so intently I don’t know if they’re confused by television or the plot, thought Emma with a grin she hid behind a cup of hot chocolate.
“I fail to see how this is so horrible that you would prefer not to hear citations from it,” Killian said.
Emma considered how to reply to that; but as she was thinking, he added -
“Even if the fighting is so shoddy that I could disarm them with my thumb hand behind my back.”
“No you couldn’t,” Henry said confidently, his tone carrying the implicit ‘they’re swordsmen, heroes.’
“Ah, care to make a wager, young Master Mills?” Hook asked.
“Sure.”
“No,” Emma said. “No swordfighting, tussling, or any other fighting under my roof.”
“Yes, mom,” Henry said.
With a flourishing bow - without rising from where he sat on the same couch as her - Killian said, “As you wish.”
Emma hit him with a pillow.
“Your mother certainly was good at finding useful people,” Emma said, and immediately wished she’d phrased that better.
“Yes,” Regina said slowly. “Yes, she was quite adept at that. All her life.”
“I’m sorry, I -”
“Henry seems to be getting the upper hand,” Regina said, then smiled at the double meaning.
“Go, Henry!” Emma shouted.
Henry looked over, a huge smile on his face -
And was promptly knocked on his butt, Hook standing over him.
Killian held out a hand, and pulled Henry back to his feet.
“Thanks,” Henry said
“We’re sparring, not fighting,” was the reply. “A fight would see you in chains before you got to your feet, or killed before you could come at the victor.” A smile. “Depends on the lands.”
“Not in my grandparents’ lands,” Henry said.
“Very much in their lands, last I was there,” Hook said.
“Then they came to the throne and changed it,” Henry said.
“Three hundred years without change, then one decree upending it all? Sounds rather draconian to my ears.”
Henry made a face, but knew by now that ‘that’s not what I meant’ would not get very far with him.
“I do need to borrow Henry for a bit,” Regina said to Emma after they saw that.
“Could you join us for hot chocolate, at my place if Granny’s isn’t open?” Emma asked. And by ‘isn’t open,’ I mean ‘they’re going to glare at you the whole time.’
“It concerns your birthday present. Henry’s given it a mission name, and sworn me not even to mention the mission name to you.”
Emma nodded. “Shoe’s on the other foot, at least a little. Sure.” And to Henry, “Henry! Come here,” she summoned him.
One present each from Henry and Regina, one from Henry and Regina - a sweater with reindeer on it, nice - one from Kathryn, one from Graham labeled ‘do not open til 2013.’ And twenty from Snow and David. And they say Regina is the master of overkill.
And then there was only one left. “You got me something?” Emma asked Killian.
“I think you’ll like it,” he replied.
“Should I leave the room?” Henry asked.
Seriously? Can I not let Snow babysit Henry without him seeing things he shouldn’t be seeing til he’s forty? “I’m sure it’s good, Henry,” Emma says, but raises an eyebrow at Killian, who manages a reasonably innocent look.
“It is,” he assures Henry.
And so Emma opens it. “A clock?” Emma asked, looking at her newly-opened present. “You got me a clock?”
“I did,” Killian said.
“I thought you had a problem with clocks.”
“Only when they blare noise to awaken you.”
“At least we don’t have to worry about a crocodile,” Henry said.
“Not with the cease-fire presently between myself and Gold.”
“Should we ask?” Emma asked.
“I know!” Henry exclaimed. “We can work on a companion book to ‘Once upon a time’ and fill it with all the stories that aren’t in that one.”
To say Killian looked skeptical was to sell him short.
“It’ll be my mom’s next birthday present.”
“Then let’s be off and have it done,” was the reply.
Emma hoped everyone survived. There’s a lot of stories that didn’t get in ‘Once upon a time’…not just his and Cora’s, but Gold’s and Pan’s, Hood’s and Mulan’s and Alice’s.
THE END
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Recipient: slytheringurrl
Author: Anon
Characters/Pairings: Emma/Hook
Spoilers: Next to nothing (0.001%) of Series 3, but pokes fun at Series 2 a bit.
Word Count: 1,260
Summary: humor, domestica…and A story that shows Emma and Hook in their daily lives as a couple (Domestic snapshots and romance).
It was more than a little scary, Emma mused, the change which came over Killian when he hunkered down to fill out paperwork or something equally tedious.
Coming up behind him - and the in-the-movies action would be to place her arms tenderly around his neck, or lay a hand on his muscular chest - Emma stood behind him. “Did Cora give you a Curse personality?” she asked.
“None at all,” and she could hear the grin in his voice at how near she was.
“Regina then? Gold?”
“No, and assuredly not,” Killian said.
“Then why do you look so damned happy when you’re doing that?”
“Bit of my pre-pirate life, luv. That’s all.” He pauses, considers. “It’s distressing?”
“The change from your usual self to Mr Paperwork, took me by surprise,” Emma puts it mildly.
“This is what I used to be like.”
“Huh.”
“Problem, cygnet?”
“No, and don’t call me that.” He told me I don’t rule the same part of his heart that Milah did, and I’m more than fine with that. And I’ve got no problem with him not treating me like he did Milah. But he also told me that he and Milah didn’t do ‘pet names’ for each other ‘as your world calls such cutesnesses’ he said.
“As you wish,” Killian said.
“Oh god, don’t…” shaking her head.
“Don’t what?” he asked.
Rather than mention the movie, Emma asked him, “Have you ever heard of the Dread Pirate Roberts?”
“Not unless that was Ahab’s given name.”
David was watching Henry, no doubt teaching him more swordsmanship, while Emma had the day off. And she was taking full advantage of it, Killian having talked her into a massage - ‘no hanky business’ he had assured her, ‘I shall be the perfect gentleman.’
No complaints, Emma thought as he rubbed and massaged and kneaded her back, those fingers and knuckles and joints knowing exactly where to go to loosen the knots in her back.
Out the corner of one eye, Emma thought she saw something…and try as she might to dismiss it, she couldn’t, not entirely. Turning her head…That’s…
“If that’s your hand,” Emma asked him, looking at his good hand - his thumb hand - laying flat against the…and she shook her head.
“It is,” Killian said, and the massage stopped, and he showed her his stump. No hook, no covering, just the fleshy knubs which covered where Gold had once chopped off a hand.
She looked at him, and he met her eyes, waiting for her response, her reaction, even her rage or chill.
“Next time, just tell me beforehand,” Emma asked him.
“Of course, mi’lady, as you wish.”
Emma groaned.
Some things about Storybrooke still made utterly no sense to Emma.
How the library was stocked with movies and books that were released after the Curse brought everyone here, was one of those.
And Henry had borrowed a movie from the town library, brought it home on one of the days Emma had custody, and insisted they all watch it…even Hook.
Though it’s amusing how Henry and Killian both watch it so intently I don’t know if they’re confused by television or the plot, thought Emma with a grin she hid behind a cup of hot chocolate.
“I fail to see how this is so horrible that you would prefer not to hear citations from it,” Killian said.
Emma considered how to reply to that; but as she was thinking, he added -
“Even if the fighting is so shoddy that I could disarm them with my thumb hand behind my back.”
“No you couldn’t,” Henry said confidently, his tone carrying the implicit ‘they’re swordsmen, heroes.’
“Ah, care to make a wager, young Master Mills?” Hook asked.
“Sure.”
“No,” Emma said. “No swordfighting, tussling, or any other fighting under my roof.”
“Yes, mom,” Henry said.
With a flourishing bow - without rising from where he sat on the same couch as her - Killian said, “As you wish.”
Emma hit him with a pillow.
“Your mother certainly was good at finding useful people,” Emma said, and immediately wished she’d phrased that better.
“Yes,” Regina said slowly. “Yes, she was quite adept at that. All her life.”
“I’m sorry, I -”
“Henry seems to be getting the upper hand,” Regina said, then smiled at the double meaning.
“Go, Henry!” Emma shouted.
Henry looked over, a huge smile on his face -
And was promptly knocked on his butt, Hook standing over him.
Killian held out a hand, and pulled Henry back to his feet.
“Thanks,” Henry said
“We’re sparring, not fighting,” was the reply. “A fight would see you in chains before you got to your feet, or killed before you could come at the victor.” A smile. “Depends on the lands.”
“Not in my grandparents’ lands,” Henry said.
“Very much in their lands, last I was there,” Hook said.
“Then they came to the throne and changed it,” Henry said.
“Three hundred years without change, then one decree upending it all? Sounds rather draconian to my ears.”
Henry made a face, but knew by now that ‘that’s not what I meant’ would not get very far with him.
“I do need to borrow Henry for a bit,” Regina said to Emma after they saw that.
“Could you join us for hot chocolate, at my place if Granny’s isn’t open?” Emma asked. And by ‘isn’t open,’ I mean ‘they’re going to glare at you the whole time.’
“It concerns your birthday present. Henry’s given it a mission name, and sworn me not even to mention the mission name to you.”
Emma nodded. “Shoe’s on the other foot, at least a little. Sure.” And to Henry, “Henry! Come here,” she summoned him.
One present each from Henry and Regina, one from Henry and Regina - a sweater with reindeer on it, nice - one from Kathryn, one from Graham labeled ‘do not open til 2013.’ And twenty from Snow and David. And they say Regina is the master of overkill.
And then there was only one left. “You got me something?” Emma asked Killian.
“I think you’ll like it,” he replied.
“Should I leave the room?” Henry asked.
Seriously? Can I not let Snow babysit Henry without him seeing things he shouldn’t be seeing til he’s forty? “I’m sure it’s good, Henry,” Emma says, but raises an eyebrow at Killian, who manages a reasonably innocent look.
“It is,” he assures Henry.
And so Emma opens it. “A clock?” Emma asked, looking at her newly-opened present. “You got me a clock?”
“I did,” Killian said.
“I thought you had a problem with clocks.”
“Only when they blare noise to awaken you.”
“At least we don’t have to worry about a crocodile,” Henry said.
“Not with the cease-fire presently between myself and Gold.”
“Should we ask?” Emma asked.
“I know!” Henry exclaimed. “We can work on a companion book to ‘Once upon a time’ and fill it with all the stories that aren’t in that one.”
To say Killian looked skeptical was to sell him short.
“It’ll be my mom’s next birthday present.”
“Then let’s be off and have it done,” was the reply.
Emma hoped everyone survived. There’s a lot of stories that didn’t get in ‘Once upon a time’…not just his and Cora’s, but Gold’s and Pan’s, Hood’s and Mulan’s and Alice’s.
THE END
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