I live your little touch prompts so far. Oh and also reallllly like it's about bloody time universe. If you could 2 hugs Killian and Emma??
Thank you!! This was a popular request-- I also received these anonymously:
writing prompt, captain swan "i need a hug" 😁 preferably Killian asking, if you feel like it and you have the time
Touch prompt: CS+11. Bonus points for who initiates and backstory on why (ex. Killian asks after he had a terrible day or he can just tell his Swan needs to be held...or similar for Emma). Sorry if that’s too specific!
So, Hugs & Cuddles (6x5 deleted scene)
The door closes more harshly than either of them intended. “Killian,” Emma says pleadingly as he makes his way towards the kitchen. “I’m sorry.”
“How can we keep doing this, Swan? We have to trust each other!”
“I do trust you!”
She knows he doesn’t mean to slam the fridge door, but it closes with the crash of the condiment bottles hitting against each other. “Not enough to tell me the truth about your fate.
“I was scared…” she responds weakly. “I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Emma,” he scoffs, shaking his head and moving away from her when she steps towards him. He walks to the living room and she thinks he might sit down, but instead, he paces. “I love you. I’m always worried about you, and that’s never going to change.” Emma takes a seat on the couch as he continues to stride peevishly around the room. “I’m only worried more now, because you didn’t tell me. If you had, we could have figured it out together.”
She nods somberly, looking down at her hands crossed over her lap. “We still can; I want to.”
He sits finally, although his body is still buzzing with nervous apprehension. “I’m not going to let you die. I don’t care if it’s the fate of the savior; I won’t lose you.”
She lifts a hand to his cheek, running her thumb over his scar, and leans until her forehead touches his. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I meant what I said at my parents’— no more secrets.”
“Aye, love.”
He’s still so anxious, his body humming. “What can I do?” she asks.
He shakes his head against her too quickly. “I don’t know. Just—” he heaves out a heavy sigh before wrapping both arms around her middle and pulling her onto his lap. Her bare feet wrap around his middle and her arms reach under his until they link behind his back. “Bloody hell,” he whispers against her neck. He’s holding onto her so fervently and with such sentiment that she isn’t surprised that she can’t see his face—he refuses to show it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers back. She kisses his chest where her face lies against it. “I love you.”
He squeezes her for more time than she can keep track of, his breath evening out and his muscles finally stilling in his skin. After a few more moments, his nose nuzzles into her neck and his arms begin to move up and down her back, heating her skin under the jacket she didn’t bother to take off. She squeezes him back, pressing her chest to his and feeling his pulse slow in her ear. Eventually, they shift, and she finds herself on her side, Killian lying to face her with his head pressed against her heart as she combs her fingers through his thick hair.
“We’ve,” he starts, but his voice is thick with emotion, so he clears his throat. “We’ve been through too much. I’ve lost you so many times already. I’m not willing to do so again over some prophesy that we can’t even confirm is true.”
“I know,” she whispers. Killian doesn’t need to tell her why he’s affected by the prophesy of her death so deeply. His extensive history of loss and pain fuels his terror. “It’s okay.”
“Just…” he starts, then sighs heavily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to attack you like that, I just… I needed a hug.” She leans to press her lips to his head and nods against it.
