Happy birthday, @branlovestowrite! I am so glad I got to know you during the first CSSNS. You are a talented writer and a sweet mama. I have enjoyed swapping stories about our little girls and adventures with American Girl dolls : ) I wish you the very best day!
I have always had the head canon that Emma and Killian hung out a lot in between the moments of crisis in 3B. Though we didnāt get a lot on screen, it felt like these two grew to be best friends during that time. This is a deleted scene showing that, along with some angst due to Killianās cursed lips and Emmaās walls with a dash of sexual tension. I hope you like it, Brandy!
This is based on the song by Superchic[k]. Yes, as in āOne Girl Revolution.ā They are my guilty pleasure, okay? Plus, thereās more to the group than poppy girl power songs. This is a ballad written about the lead singerās battle with an eating disorder, and it is surprisingly deep. Plus, I will always and forever blast the entire album Karaoke Superstar (yes, I know all the words to every song) because it makes me feel like I can conquer the world. Cadet Kelly and Elle Woods knew a thing or two.
Summary: Was this the only way she could let herself feel? To let her tears mingle with the rain so no one saw? An emotional hurt/comfort fic taking place sometime after the episode The Jolly Roger.
Words: 2,000 and some change
Rating: T for sexual tension
Also on Ao3 and part of my Fandom Birthday Playlist
Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells @jennjenn615@welllpthisishappening @kday426 @let-it-raines @teamhook@kmomof4 @bethacaciakay @profdanglaisstuff @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @tiganasummertree@whimsicallyenchantedrose @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs @winterbaby89 @distant-rose@shireness-says @xhookswenchxĀ @optomisticgirl @spartanguardĀ
She never slows down. She doesnāt know why, but she knows that when sheās all alone, feels like itās all coming down. She wonāt turn around. The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down.
Killian Jones could always feel rain coming, deep in his bones, so he wasnāt surprised when the squall descended on Storybrooke, drenching the town in a downpour of frigid winter rain. His room at Grannyās was a much cozier haven from the storm than what he had been used to on The Jolly Roger, and for a rare moment he was thankful he was here in the inn instead of Storybrooke harbor.
Though his room was warm and full of creature comforts, he wasnāt able to relax. Not when the Wicked Witch was attempting to use him as her pawn, not when even being in Emma Swanās presence was the worst kind of torture. Not that he would kiss her anyway if she didnāt seem responsive, itās just ā¦ Was he imagining things, or did she seem responsive lately? Of course sheād begun to thaw towards him just when his bloody lips had been cursed. Had his life ever been anything but constant struggle?
Killian dropped his fisted hand to the wall with a thud, his jaw clenching. He wouldnāt kiss her, no matter how he was tempted. Even if she flung herself into his arms -
He groaned at the thought. Maybe he wasnāt as strong as he thought he was. Which was precisely why heād distanced himself from her, though it killed him to do so. As he pressed his forehead to the cool glass of his second floor window, he startled at what he saw. Emma herself was standing, body rigid, face tipped up to the pouring rain in the middle of the street in front of Grannyās. He glanced at the clock, his forehead creasing with even more concern when he saw that it was past two in the morning.
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