Prompt for cs "is that my shirt?" :) please and thank you
I got so many requests for this one haha hope it satisfies! <3
It’s soft. Surprisingly soft.
As she slips it on over her head, she curls her toes and smiles happily to herself. She grabs her hair and shakes it loose around her shoulders before she sneaks out of the quiet bedroom and down the hall for the stairs.
She’s going to make breakfast and she’s going to bring it up to her snoozing husband and share it in bed. Hopefully. Most mornings, he wakes up either very much before her or just shortly after, never one to allow himself to spend too long without her in his company.
Emma decides on pancakes, because it’s Saturday and she can, and after she gets a few stacked up onto a plate, her husband enters the room.
“Is that my shirt?” he asks.
A smile fills her lips and she shrugs as her teeth caress her lip. “It’s soft and it fits me better than my clothes do right now. Sorry?”
Killian shakes his head as he goes up to her. He wraps his arms around her from behind and holds her close, lips pressed against the shell of her ear.
“It’s alright,” he murmurs. “I think you look absolutely ravishing.”
She chuckles, bumping her head into his while she flips a pancake. “Pancakes okay?”
“Of course.” Killian kisses her cheek and slips his fingers against her small bump, freshly discovered a few days ago. They’re not over it yet. It’s still so new and exciting.
He turns her around and she giggles into his kiss, hands sliding up his chest and onto his shoulders. When they part, she licks her lips and bounces on her toes.
“You can keep my shirt on today if it fits you best.” He offers.
“Oh?” Emma teases. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, so I think that’s a pretty good solution.”
His face goes a little red and his jaw falls slack as Emma turns around to finish making breakfast.
“Bloody hell, love, be careful with what you say.”
for you and anon who asked for the same thing! I will be filling the rest of the asks tomorrow after I sleep because this inspired me lol enjoy the fluffiest of the fluff
“Killian?”
He jerks awake, eyes widening as he sucks in a harsh breath. He manages to smile at his wife as he slides his hand down from where he’d rested it over his stomach and down onto the bed.
“Sorry, were you sleeping?” she asks, an adorable scrunch in her nose.
She’s wearing her reading glasses and her hair is a riotous mess, draped around her shoulders. She’s reading a book, or she was. Last he remembers, she was talking about her mother, but that was a little while ago, based on the look on her face.
“No, no,” he shakes his head in an attempt to soothe things over. “Just closed my eyes for but a moment, love. You were saying your mum wants to have a party next weekend and you weren’t sure if you want to because the weather calls for rain.”
His wife peels back a soft smile as she leans her cheek against their headboard.
“How long have you been off that topic?” he asks, slightly timid.
Emma laughs once and slips the book down onto her night table. She returns to that position, facing him again.
“It doesn’t matter,” she promises him. “It wasn’t important.”
Emma leans over to kiss him and after she leans away, she shuts the light off and slips down into bed.
Killian, who had been sitting up just slightly, slides down with her and sighs contentedly the moment his back hits the mattress.
“You’re so tired.” Emma says. She slips her hand against his chest and settles her ear over his heart.
“Hm.” Killian murmurs as he closes his eyes. He wraps his arm around her and he begins to fall, but jerks himself out of it just enough. “Been working hard.”
Emma laughs, a sound that makes him crack the slightest smile. “Killian, you had a quiet day on your ship.”
He peels an eye open just to look at her and it makes her laugh again. “It’s hard work, Swan. You were there.”
Emma gives him a fond smile as his eyes fall closed again. “I know.” For a moment, they lie there in silence. He feels her fingertips drag against his chest, creating shapes and figures. “I think it’s just insomnia.”
“Hmm.” Killian clears his throat and forces his eyes open. “I can stay up with you. Would you like to talk? Watch a movie?”
Emma’s fingers stop moving. She props herself up on his chest and shakes her head minutely. “No, Killian, you sleep. It’s fine. It’s like two in the morning. You’ve stayed up way too late already.”
“Nothing is too much for you.”
He’s half-delirious, but he thinks he can manage.
He’s been alive hundreds of years and he’s seen plenty of sleepless nights. He’s bloody Captain Hook, after all. He should be able to fight off sleep tonight if it means helping keep his wife company.
“Killian?” her voice is soft, her fingers pressed against his arm as she shakes him awake.
“Hmm?” Killian sucks in a breath and with a shock, he sits up. “I only just closed my eyes for a moment.”
Emma laughs.
He realizes then that he’d slept the night away and it’s now morning. Emma’s up for the day, and she has a tray of breakfast waiting for him.
Killian’s heart sinks and he shakes his head as he scrubs his hand over his face. “Bloody hell, love, I’m sorry-”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Emma promises. She smiles as she leans over to kiss him softly. “I made you breakfast.”
“Did you sleep at all?” he asks, feeling more guilt than anything.
“Right after you fell asleep, I did too.”
Relief washes over him in a wave and he manages a smile and a nod. “That’s good.”
“Hmm.” Emma bites on her lip and gestures to the breakfast she’d prepared. “Hungry?”
Pancakes and coffee sit hot and fresh, but a piece of plastic is what draws his attention on the tray.
He doesn’t know what it is until he’s holding it in his hand and as soon as he knows what it is, a ton of bricks drop to his stomach.
“Emma?”
She has a soft smile on her face, a slight hesitancy in it. “Hope you’re ready for some more sleepless nights with me because we’re having a baby.”
Killian can’t help but laugh happily, tears gathering in his eyes at the news. “I will gladly bear that burden with you, love.”
He’s soft, warm, and particularly cuddly in the mornings. And so is she.
He has his legs tangled up with hers while his arms are wrapped around her middle. His head rests between her breasts and her fingers massage his scalp while they doze in the mid-morning glow of the day.
It’s been awhile since they’ve had time like this, to just rest and be.
Restlessly, he shifts his feet against the mattress and she can tell that he wants to move away from her, with how he cranes his head up to look at her.
Emma grumbles at the action and holds him closer to her, resulting in a warm burst of happy laughter.
“Darling, as nice as this is, I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” he admits.
She sighs, allowing him to move onto his back before she curls into him, trapping him with her arms and legs. “Don’t go. You’re warm.”
Her husband’s arm goes around her and he kisses her forehead. “Emma-” he protests weakly. “I need to get up.”
“I need you though,” she murmurs in response.
Killian sighs heavily. He rubs her arm swiftly and kisses her head again. “I think you’ll be alright for a minute, darling.”
“If you get up, I’ll get up, and the day will start and I’m not ready.” She presses her chin against his chest and stares at him pleadingly. “Just for a few more minutes?”
She can tell it pains him, but he nods and she rests against him warmly again.
“I love you too much to deny your wishes, my wife.”
Emma can’t help but smile, cuddling closer. “I know.”
2 of you asked for this same prompt within like 10 minutes of each other haha here’s my ridiculously fluffy take. (here’s the list of prompts if you’re interested)
She’s in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up while she cleans the dishes. Under her breath, she hums a song she’d heard on the radio earlier that day. Bubbles in the sink crawl up her arm a little and she sighs, glancing out the window at the neighbor’s house.
“Emma?” Killian calls out. The front door closes in his wake and she turns in time to see her husband approach her with a wild grin on his face. He looks grimy, as if he’d been out on his boat all day, which is exactly what he’s been up to.
“Hi,” Emma smiles, happy to see him. “How was it? Did my dad have fun?”
Killian’s eyebrows dance and he hums. “Aye. We may’ve had a little too much to drink, but it was an all-around fun time.”
He stops beside her, leaning in for a kiss hello, but instead Emma groans and pulls away.
“What?” Killian asks, clearly affronted by her reaction to him. “It’s been a day since we’ve seen each other, love. I’ve missed you.”
“You reek!” Emma buries her face in her elbow and turns off the sink water. She steps away from her husband and grimaces at even the memory of the scent.
To be fair, it’s probably because she’s pregnant. She’s been oversensitive for a few weeks now and even nice smells turn her off sometimes.
“What?” Killian laughs. He sniffs himself, then shakes his head. “Darling, I don’t smell that bad.”
“Yeah, you do,” Emma says. “You smell like… you’ve been fishing and drinking and-”
“Well, that’s appropriate,” he remarks, lifting an eyebrow. He pauses, staring at her as if she’ll cave and allow him to stay around her. He huffs a sigh. “I suppose I’ll go have a shower… and then I’ll finally get to be around my glowing, beautiful, amazing wife for the first time all day.”
His flattery makes her fight a smile, rolling her eyes as she tilts her head to the side. She has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from saying too much.
“Are you trying to get me to throw up on you?” she asks, finally cracking a smile. “Because I will.”
Suddenly, she’s being pressed against the counter and she’s squirming, laughing as her husband’s warm hands press against her belly and then hips.
Killian leans in and nearly kisses her, but she turns away just in time.
“Sorry, but…” Emma sighs. “I don’t want you. Not if you smell like this. Go have a shower.”
Killian sighs playfully. He takes a few steps back and lifts his eyebrows seductively as he bites down on his lip. It’s when he winks at her that her stomach swoops low.
He can remember the exact moment he wanted to do this.
He was six years old, sitting in the passenger's seat of his brother’s truck while Liam paced around in the light coming from the parked vehicle’s headlights, voice raised as he fought to keep Killian with him.
He was listening to the radio- crackling due to distance, but enough for him to hear the woman talking about the latest space launch.
With bright eyes, Killian had stared up at the night sky, counted the stars, and suddenly desperately wished he could be there. Not here, with Liam or in the system where he’d likely end up. If his parents didn’t wish to stay, then neither did he.
He’d rather chase the stars any day.
Now, he’s sitting in a bar with a baseball cap on his head, watching the television as it shows off the vessel he’s about to captain into those stars.
He’s not drinking alone and it’s for the better, because Emma Swan might act strong but he knows she’s just as alone as he is. Perhaps it’s what drew him to her while they were in training.
She’s leaning her cheek into her hand as she stares at the screen, her beautiful blonde curls having been let out loose around her shoulders. She hasn’t said a word since he offered to buy her a drink, but she keeps glancing over at him like she’d like to.
Killian keeps a smile to himself as he has a sip of beer.
“Are you going to miss it?” he asks her. “Being on Earth?”
Emma’s eyes widen just slightly and slowly a smile spreads as she shakes her head. She straightens out her posture and her tongue presses between her lips for a thoughtful second.
“I… don’t know what I have to miss,” she replies, a crease forming between her eyes. She laughs under her breath and has a sip of her drink.
Killian stares at her with curiosity, mainly. She’s a bit of a mystery to him and they’ve been acquaintances for a few years now.
“I think I’ll miss the ocean,” Killian offers. “Next to space, the ocean is my favorite.”
Emma quirks a smile at him and lifts an eyebrow. “Yeah? The ocean?”
Killian shrugs. He smiles at her. “Did a few years in the Navy before I joined the program.”
The woman beside him hums a laugh. She has a tiny smile on her lips as she turns toward him, fingers gripping the edge of the bartop. She searches his eyes and takes a soft breath.
“I think I’ll miss my apartment,” she says. Emma’s teeth caress her lower lip and she shifts upright, turning back toward her drink. “My bed.”
Killian can’t help but laugh once. “To be fair, anything’s better than those pods.”
Emma laughs with him and nods in agreement. “Yeah.”
..
He’s wearing black combat boots and tight black jeans and a baseball cap. He has dimples in his cheeks that show when he smiles and he’s the most beautiful person she’s ever met.
Emma grew up with only space in mind. She’s only ever wanted to be an astronaut.
Once, when she was in school, she wrote a paper about how quiet it is in space and how loneliness wouldn’t exist because everything in space is so much simpler than it is on Earth. She craves that feeling of purposeful solitude even today.
Getting into the space program was hard. Being chosen to fly was even harder.
And now she’s sitting in the passenger’s seat of Killian’s pickup truck while they fly down a dirt road in Florida. The air is sticky, but they keep the windows down, and Emma can’t stop laughing when Killian starts to sing along badly to the music on the radio.
Her fingers dip outside of the truck, dancing along the wind, and she bites down on her lip when her heart skips a beat. She has permanent butterflies in the pit of her belly now.
This is the most fun she’s had in a long time.
Killian pulls the truck up to the beach and he parks in a place where they can hear the waves rolling in, but can’t quite see anything.
It’s calming- the roll of the tides.
“Do you want to know a secret?” Emma asks him. She leans her head back against the headrest and turns toward him as she reaches for the necklace around her neck.
Killian turns as much as he can toward her, but sits upright in the cab of the truck, admiring her with those big blue eyes of his.
“Sure.”
Emma takes a breath. “I’m glad we got picked to go together. You and me.”
Killian laughs. “I’m glad too.”
Her heart skips a beat. She bites on her lip. She could probably kiss him right now, but she won’t. Keeping distance is important to her. Fear keeps her from the pursuit of something that might hurt her in the future.
Killian must recognize this, because he smiles and nods his head. “We should get back, shouldn’t we?”
“Yeah.”
He’s a perfect gentleman, driving her to the hotel and walking her to her door. He smiles at her then and she almost wishes she could be brave enough to ask him to come inside.
Maybe this thing between them can be a space thing. Maybe it doesn’t have to be an Earth thing.
In space, she can be someone she wouldn’t be here. She’ll feel like she can be herself- finally.
…
The shuttle has a constant hum in the air.
He likes it more than he likes the noise of Earth. He likes a lot about being in space more than he likes being on Earth. He likes zero gravity. He likes having time alone. He likes the companionship he feels with his crew.
When he stepped foot onto the Moon’s surface for the first time, he whooped so loud that his crew laughed back at him and told him to quiet down or they’d mute him.
They’re only going to be here for a few weeks while they run some tests, but it’s a dream come true, being allowed to set up a base here amongst the stars.
He finds that after working, he likes to sit in his pod and stare out at the stars, somehow closer but still so far away.
Emma comes to him one night, grabbing onto the wall of his pod while he rests inside. She peers out the window.
“Is it what you thought it’d be?”
Killian stares only at her and shakes his head. “No. It’s more.”
Her cheeks turn red and she looks out at the stars again, her whole body bobbing while she tries to hold herself together. She manages a smile at him and glances over her shoulder before sliding to the front of his pod.
“I don’t want to leave,” she admits. “I like it here. I like the hum. I like the distance.”
Killian’s heart aches, but he knows the feeling all too well so he nods his head. “It’s good perspective.”
“This is all I’ve ever wanted. To be in space.” Emma says softly. “I don’t have anyone to go home to.”
Killian can see her thinking as she stares out the window again. Some of her hair has come loose of how she has it tied away and the strands bob bounce gracefully along with the flow of her movements.
Emma turns back to look at him and he feels bravery swell up against his breastbone.
For a moment, she stares at him with parted lips, and then she scoffs. She pushes away from his pod, going toward her own.
“What?” he asks. “Why’s that funny?”
“Because,” Emma says. She leans her hand against her pod wall and faces him, shaking her head.
“Because what?” he asks, leaning out of his pod a little. He cracks a wry grin. “You know me, Swan, and I know you. I don’t see why we can’t be at least friends when we land on Earth again.”
Emma tilts her head and sighs. “Killian, are you seriously hitting on me in space?”
Now it’s his turn to snort. He shakes his head. “Bloody hell, Swan, if you think for one minute I’d ever hit on you in space-”
Emma pushes back toward him and suddenly, their noses touch as she grabs his collar. She wears a wry grin on her lips and he realizes it in an instant- this is exactly what she wanted.
“Are you hitting on me in space, Miss Swan?” he asks in a whisper.
Emma shrugs. “Maybe I just want to say I’ve had a kiss in space.”
“That would be rather cool, wouldn’t it? Has anyone ever-”
“Shut up.”
“As you-”
It’s likely the most magical kiss he’s ever had, her fingers against his collar while she manages to cup his cheek. Both of them could float away at any second, and yet they remain together until they decide to part.
Emma smiles to herself, her eyes closed as she manages to maneuver herself back to her pod. He watches on, awestruck, and she just nods her head at him as soon as she has a hold on her pod wall.
He falls in love with Emma Swan then in that moment as his fingertips brush against his lips in disbelief.
an: day seven of fluffy mini ficlet week! thank you for your support! and thanks @swans-and-pirates for helping me with the idea! <3
“Shall we dance?” he asks, that eyebrow arched as he holds out his hand for her to take.
Emma can’t help but smile as she stands in the arms of her new husband, her chest about to explode with the sheer love and adoration she has for him.
He’s very good at this- dancing. He takes the lead and holds on tight, guiding their dance on the dock while music plays. Their bodies are close and warm, and all she can see is him.
This isn’t the first time they’ve danced tonight, but somehow, it feels like it's the first time they’ve danced at all.
“So what do you think?” she asks, smiling brighter at the confused look that befalls him.
“Of what?”
Emma laughs and her cheeks feel just a little bit warmer. “Of all of this. We’re kind of… married now.”
Killian laughs and nods. “Aye. We’re kind of married now.”
Emma can’t help but laugh again. He’s her husband. She’s his wife.
It all came together so quickly with the endless and tireless efforts of her parents and she finds that she’s never been more grateful for that. Even if she wanted to wait a little longer, to cherish a future with Killian in a time of less chaos, she doesn’t think she could have. She loves him just a little too much to wait.
“I’m happy,” Killian says, finally answering her question with ease. “Incredibly happy.”
Emma rests her head against his shoulder and they continue to sway. “Me too.”
They stay like this for a while, listening to the sounds of happy chattering from their friends and family, the music, and the sea.
Emma perks her head up when Killian says, “So, my wife.”
“Yes, my husband?” she smiles wryly.
Killian grins wickedly at her. His hand slips away from her waist and he finds her hand, their wedding bands bumping with a gentle clink.
“What do you say we thank our guests and begin our honeymoon?”
Emma hums a laugh and presses her lips against his. “I think that’s a great idea.”
an: day six of fluffy mini ficlet week! tagging @swans-and-pirates because i can. <3
There’s a foreign sound, of splashing and chirping, coming from the kitchen sink, and Emma treads with caution as she enters the room.
Killian stands at the sink, soap suds splashing over the sides, and he seems panicked, reaching into the sink and muttering under his breath.
Emma tilts her head curiously, nearing the situation with a practiced finesse. She sees something brown and yellow in her husband’s hand by the time she changes vantage points, and by then he sees her.
His cheeks and ears burn red and his eyes grow wide. “Swan. Hi. I was just…”
Emma nears the sink and crosses her arms. “Washing a live bird in our kitchen sink.”
She shrugs- she supposes it could be much worse.
“I… went for a walk and there was a duckling,” Killian sighs, gesturing to the one in his hand, “that followed me on my way back home. I looked for his mother, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. So…”
He sighs again, looking at the duckling with a mixture of sadness and uncertainty.
Emma can’t help but laugh. It’s a silly sight- the former Captain Hook standing in a kitchen, practically drenched with soapy water while he maternally tends to a lost duckling. Even funnier is the vision of him trying to get home but being followed by a little quacking bird that just wouldn’t leave him alone.
She finds it heartwarming, as much as she could keep laughing at the vision in her mind. She smiles at her husband and pushes up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
“We can clean it up, but we’re going to release it after.” Emma says diplomatically.
Killian nods in agreement. “I suppose.”
Emma gives her husband a look as she slips a pair of gloves on. “What? You thought we could keep it?”
He shrugs comically. “It seems to like me, is all, and I think we could prepare, perhaps, for when we have a... duckling of our own.”
Her mouth falls open and she laughs. “Ducks are different than babies, Killian.”
“I know,” Killian says. “But… you know…”
He’s blushing again and Emma thinks he’s adorable, so she kisses his cheek again and gazes at him sweetly.
“I know what you mean.”
Killian looks at her then, slightly embarrassed, and she knows he’s tempted to scratch behind his ear, but he refrains, instead looking at the duckling in their kitchen sink.
“Should we give him a name?” Killian asks.
Emma takes a look at the duckling and ponders it thoughtfully. A smile spreads on her face. “We should call him Cinnamon.”
When she peers up at her husband, he wears a happy grin. “Cinnamon it is.”
an: day five of fluffy mini ficlet week with parents!cs and toddling little cygnet! For @swans-and-pirates who prompted this one!! <3
“Oh, you’re doing it! You’re standing!” Emma gasps, grinning at the gummy smile on her little baby girl’s face. “Good job, duckling!”
The baby holds onto the side of the couch with one hand and Emma watches as her little knees wobble. She’s been doing this on-and-off for a few days now, and Emma’s been so sure their little girl will start walking.
“Killian!” she calls out. “Honey, I think it’s going to happen!”
She hears Killian hurry in from the other room, his stride almost comical when he slides into the room with a breathless look on his face. He’s wearing his new favorite black tee shirt and jeans and when he steps into view, their daughter immediately flexes her fingers in his direction.
Killian gasps happily. “Are you doing it, my love? Are you going to show us that you can walk?”
Emma watches as her husband goes around the couch to the opposite side of her. Their daughter stares at him with bright affection and she turns toward him, making a happy noise.
“That’s right, come here, sweetheart.” Killian says, kneeling down and extending his arms to welcome her.
The little girl wobbles a little and Emma smiles, grabbing her phone so she can record the moment and share it with everyone she possibly can.
“Come on,” Killian says hopefully. “Come to Daddy, little one.”
She takes her time, but her knee bends just enough and she steps toward him, encouraging Killian to beam from ear-to-ear at his daughter.
“Yay!” they both cheer.
“Just a few more steps, darling,” Killian says, giving the little girl a comforting nod.
She looks over toward Emma when she goes another step forward and Emma grins. “Good job! You’re so close!”
The baby toddles toward Killian and when she’s close enough, Killian wraps his arms around her and leaves kisses to her cheeks while Emma cheers.
“You did it!”
Emma turns her phone off and then goes to join Killian and their daughter just as he’s standing up with her in his arms. She squeezes her little toes and kisses her cheek, resulting in a giggle.
Emma meets Killian’s gaze then. “So what do I owe you, Mr. She’ll-Walk-Sometime-Tomorrow?”
Killian laughs happily. He admires their daughter and then her. “You owe me not a thing, Swan. Anything I could ever want I already have.”
Emma hums. She steps up onto her toes and kisses him chastely, but lingers long enough that their daughter babbles loudly in their ears.
They both laugh and pull apart.
“Do you want to keep walking?” Emma asks the baby.
She just calls out, making Killian chuckle. He leaves a kiss to the side of her head and settles her back onto the floor.
“She’s going to be into everything soon enough.” Emma shakes her head. “What’s going to happen when she starts running?”
Killian wraps his arm around Emma and she gazes up at him. They’re getting pretty good at this parenting thing. She can hardly believe they’re this lucky, that they can have a chance at raising a child of their own.
“We’ll be ready to catch her, don’t you think?” Killian asks.
She’s reminded of their vows to one another- that they’d do all things together, no matter how difficult. It’s how they got to this point, after all.
