OK so I’ve always had this fascination with the Olympics (summer and winter, but mostly winter) and the athletes that compete in them. Then when I first got back into reading fanfiction, which was One Direction fanfiction, I realized i LOVED AU WINTER OLYMPIC STORIES.
think about it:
peak physical condition
the best athletes in the world at their chosen event
they all LIVE TOGETHER in the Olympic village (but not orgies, thats too much for me)
drama potential from press coverage
angsty-ness because after the three-isa weeks, they return to their home country!
So, in conclusion...if anyone writes AU winter olympic fanfiction for any of my crazy ships, I AM SO HERE FOR IT. (and if anyone has prompts open, I’ll probably send you some as well)
Series of CS oneshots inspired by music. Series on FF Here.
A/N: Just a short post 5-B fic where there’s no big bads, and Killian has been going out of his way to make all of these incredible moments for him and Emma. Emma loves him for it, but she’s decided to show him that sometimes doing nothing together can be just as wonderful as a night under the stars or a walk along the beach. Inspired by the song ‘Do You Wanna Do Nothing With Me’ by Lawrence.
If someone told Emma Swan as recently as a few years ago that true love existed, she’d have laughed in their face. One way to describe her old outlook was jaded, but another was realistic, and for a long time the stories and fairytales that claimed such a magic was real made her roll her eyes. The only bits of evidence Emma needed to cite were her past mistakes with men to show that nothing like true love existed.
Obviously time had changed that inclination. She’d come to Storybrooke and broken the curse with her love for her son. It was pure and real and Henry made her so happy. Emma was terrified of messing things up for him in the beginning, but that love gave her strength and eventually certainty and confidence came with it.
From there, she’d watched her parents, noticing how even in their cursed lives they’d felt the need to be together. Once they knew the truth, nothing could keep them apart for long. It still felt like a fairytale, something that was the product of their world and not the real one Emma lived in, but their status and their continued faith in each other paved the way for Emma to believe. By the time she met Killian and the feelings between them bloomed, she had that long missing ingredient that one needed to have for true love – hope.
Now Emma was a party to true love herself feeling those same connections and ties to Killian that her parents did to each other. It had only been a few weeks since they’d gotten confirmation, but Emma had known for a while that Killian was different and that she’d do whatever it took to be with him. She’d fought the darkness and waded through the Underworld to get to him and in all that time Emma learned that true love was about more than what the stories claimed. It was raw and real and electrifying in a way Emma couldn’t really explain.
In the stories, true love was supposed to be all about passion that never ended, feelings that consumed you, and hope when all other hope was gone. Emma felt all of that, and she knew Killian did as well, but those grand moments and that driving need to make every bit of time they had to themselves more memorable really only worked in times of crisis. When there wasn’t a lot of downtime that image of bigger being better could remain, but in times of quiet true love had to evolve, for despite its magic nothing could stay so animated all the time.
Recently life had been more relaxed in Storybrooke. No one was banging down her doors in the early morning hours needing help or calling in the middle of the night. Things were slow, some might even say normal, and it was amazing because it meant that all those stolen moments weren’t so hard to come by anymore. Emma and Killian had time to spend together, and to ground themselves in what they’d been fighting for so long.
But there was one thing Emma had begun to really notice since returning from the Underworld. She suspected it before but hadn’t had incredible amounts of proof until coming home. It turned out that Killian her centuries-old, cocky, charming pirate was a romantic through and through. Time and time again he surprised Emma with thoughtful dates and gifts and memories that she would cherish forever, as if he didn’t realize that typical couples didn’t live every day like that.
Candlelight dinners, walks under the stars, sunset on the beach, Emma had experienced all of those lovely outings within just the last week and it was starting to draw a little attention. Her mother, queen of the ‘get Emma married’ brigade, had even noticed, and now as the two of them sat in a booth at Granny’s with Neal, Snow said something.
“Did I hear correctly that Killian is building a tree house in your backyard?” Emma felt herself blush a little bit.
“Um… yeah?” Emma bit back a grimace at the way she sounded so unsure.
“Something you want to tell me, Emma? You’re not…. Are you?” Emma shook her head, knowing immediately where her mother’s mind had gone.
Tree houses were for children, and since Henry was a little too old for such an addition to her and Killian’s house, the logical thought was that they were planning for more right now. Emma and Killian had both discussed kids, and they were hoping to have more but only once they’d gotten married and Emma was sure that this peace was stable enough for them to add to their family.
“No I’m not pregnant. I just – I happened to mention to Killian that I always wanted a tree house when I was a kid and he got it into his head that we should have one. I told him I could use my magic, but he’s a little stubborn.” Emma watched her mother’s features soften and she swore she heard a dreamy sigh. It took all of Emma’s will power not to groan in that moment.
“I never would have guessed Killian would be so… romantically inclined.” Now Emma had to smile.
“That makes two of us. I’ve told him a thousand times I don’t need all of this, but-,”
“But men are men and they hear what they want. Trust me, I know. Your father is the same way. Want a little advice?”
Emma nodded even if she was slightly hesitant. Knowing her mother, this advice could really fall anywhere on the spectrum between great and absolutely terrible.
“Sometimes showing is better than telling. Killian just needs to see that romance isn’t all in the grand gestures.” Emma considered that as she sipped her cocoa, and realized her mother was completely right. Emma’s mind began formulating a plan to give Killian a little education in how couples in this world worked. A study in – well, doing nothing really.
She had to be careful, because she never wanted to hurt Killian or make him think that she didn’t love every thoughtful thing he did for her. Emma was doing this for them, to give him a much needed chance to relax. Instead of planning all these amazing things in the hopes of making her happy, he could just be himself and he would get the same result. All Emma needed was Killian and the rest of it was just extra.
“That’s actually kind of genius.” Snow smirked at Emma’s words and looked back down to Neal who she was holding.
“Hear that, Neal? Mommy actually got something right for once.”
“I didn’t mean it like that-,” Her mother waved the words away. Snow was only teasing her and Emma smiled, liking that this was the state of her life. This felt easy and ordinary and they had all been deprived of that for too long.
They finished their meal and all the while Emma tallied up possibilities for the evening and ways to convince Killian to give her idea a try. She had to make him believe that this normalcy was enough, and as Emma finished her shift at the station, and made her way home, she further hashed out the plan until she had everything she needed. Emma made sure to leave work slightly early to hopefully get back before he would and waited for the moment when Killian was there.
She barely beat him, for not two minutes after she’d poofed into the house he was walking through the door humming an unfamiliar tune under his breath. Emma couldn’t help but smile at the clear happiness he carried with him. It made her feel good to see Killian this way after all the bad they’d faced. When his eyes met hers though, he looked surprised right before delight appeared.
“Emma, I didn’t realize you’d be home already.”
Emma looked at the bundle of groceries in Killian’s arms and shook her head as she grinned. She was entirely sure that in those bags were the ingredients for some fully planned meal that would take her breath away as it took up so much of his time to make. Tonight, though, that wasn’t what they were going to do. Instead Emma grabbed the bags from him and set them on the counter before turning around and walking into his arms.
“Do you trust me?” Killian’s brow rose but he nodded.
“Aye, love.” Emma smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Good, because I kind of have a plan for the evening. It’s called doing nothing.”
“Nothing?” Killian asked doubtfully and Emma considered.
“Okay not nothing. We’ll be doing things but… normal things. Every day, ordinary, no thinking required things.”
“I take it that my making dinner does not fall into this nothingness.”
“Nope. The theme of do nothing days is simple – follow the path that includes the least amount of work.” Killian chuckled, his hand intertwining with Emma’s as he smiled down at her.
“Alright then, love. I’ll defer to your instincts.”
Emma felt so relieved at his openness to this idea, and they went through the ritual. They started by ordering an insane amount of take out, which was then easily retrieved thanks to Emma’s magic. Once that was squared away Emma moved them to the living room and set everything up before them on the table as she grabbed the remote.
“Ah, was this all an excuse to get me in front of the Netflix again, Swan?” Emma shook her head. They’d found themselves watching movies a lot when Henry was here, but even those nights got busy and it was never just Emma pitching in. Killian was always right beside her shouldering as much of the responsibility as he could too.
“It was a way to get you alone for the whole night and for you to see that we can be just as happy without all the effort.” Killian glanced up from his food, looking incredibly sincere in the midst of their teasing.
“I’m always happy when I’m with you, Emma.”
“Same here. But you got me a little hooked on the quiet moments and we haven’t had real quiet in a while.” Killian laughed and Emma joined in, realizing the unintentional pun she’d used in the midst of her honest assessment.
“Alright then. Remind me what it is we’ve been working towards, Swan.” His words wafted to her and then he pressed a kiss to her temple. Emma enjoyed the sensation for a moment and then picked a show for them to watch while they ate.
Emma would be lying if she said she paid much attention to the entertainment before them. As was usually the case whenever they ended up on the couch in front of the television, Emma got distracted by Killian’s being so close and holding her like this. By the half way mark, Emma stopped pretending that she was even interested in the screen and looked over at Killian, who’d been driving her crazy with gentle touches since they sat down.
“You know what else you get to do on do nothing days?” Emma asked, her voice huskier than anticipated from her wanting him.
“I haven’t a clue, love.”
Emma pulled him to her for a kiss that hinted at all that they could do tonight with this big house to themselves and no plans. In mere seconds Killian was with her, and she could feel all the desire between them simmering to the surface like it always did when they came together.
“Now your name for these nights is rather deceiving, Emma, because that was definitely something.” Emma grinned at Killian’s words.
“Does that mean you’re not interested?” Her only response was a growl and Killian pulling her behind him up the stairs with her laughing all the way.
Needless to say, Emma’s means of convincing were well received, and from that day on Killian agreed that there could be balance between great big gestures and quiet nights in. Luckily for both of them, all their evenings ended just the same way – with the two of them together still just as in love and certain that they were walking towards happily ever after.
………….
We're all looking for someone, that perfect girl
Who can take our hand and help us see the world
But I'm a little unusual, because you see
I seek a different type of thrill for my romantic fantasy
And I must say
I'm looking your way
And you seem to like me baby
And you give me all the signs
There's just one activity on my mind...
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do something with me tonight?
I'll put on my finest sweatpants and I'll order you pad thai
We'd be livin' our dreams, as our love grows
What an intimate occasion -- you and me and HBO
'til morning light, so wrong yet so right
So say you want it darling
'cause you know I want it too
And there's just one thing that I wanna do...
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
So let's talk it through
In case you're confused
'Cause I know I can seem lazy
From these things I like to do
But they're only worth it when I'm with you (yeah it's true, so do you...)
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Do you wanna do nothing with me?
Post-Note: Just a small addition to the mixtape today with some domestic CS fluffiness. I cannot believe how close we are getting to the show coming back and the dream is that I get some sort of scene where things are just relaxed. That will never happen (I mean truly the chances are slim to none), but I can pretend and return to this fic to imagine what calm nights for this couple would look like. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you all have a great rest of your day!
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has anyone heard from tallahassee-on-my-mind recently? (gia) she just hasn’t blogged in like a month and she’s not answering my messages and i don’t even know her real name so if anyone just has news of her living status, that’d be great, thanks.
I'm super excited for this next season of Once upon a time. I do missed the Frozen characters a lot; they were a fantastic addition to the show. But I still have high hopes for this next arc! (Mostly because Ariel will be back and OH MY GOD I can't wait!)
A few things though:
1. Where was David? When baby Neal and Belle has more screen time you know something is going on.
2. Cruella is so random in this group of villains. She's not even that kind of villain. But I liked the character. She was awesome.
3. Is Ursula's power her tentacles? I thought she was a sea goddess.
4. Rumple's transformation before and after stepping through the town line was bad ass.
5. Was the beast the villain from The Black Cauldron? Or designed after him?
