Ok shit...I wanna ask all of them. And MAY. But definitely Almond Extract.
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So, poor @lala-kate has sent me a couple of prompts over the years and I have started each of them, but sadly, have not finished for one reason or another (*cough*writersblock*cough*).
The prompt for this story was: I wanted to give you a warm welcome to the neighbourhood by baking you a cake but turns out you’re hella allergic to something i put in and YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE ABOUT TO DIE HOLY SHIT I FEEL HORRIBLE
Here’s a brief snippet from somewhere early but not the beginning exactly.
When the door swung open, Emma wasn’t sure where to look first. His slightly tousled, dark hair? Maybe the tie hanging undone on either side of a slate-blue dress shirt currently unbuttoned enough to reveal a generous patch of chest hair and a rather unlikely—and pirate-y—necklace? Perhaps the gingery scruff that emphasized the line of his jaw? His dimples that showed themselves with the widening of his grin? Finally, she settled on his eyes. They were as blue as she’d remembered from the first day she saw him, but at that moment, all she could see in them was a genuine kindness she wasn’t expecting.
“Uh, hi!” Emma finally blurted out. “I’m Emma from next door. Emma Swan.”
“Hello, Emma Swan from next door. Killian Jones. Pleasure to meet you,” he said. His eyes never left hers, not that she thought she could look away.
Killian… It suited him.
Emma smiled and shifted, holding up the cake. “I brought you cake. You know, just to… uh… welcome you to the building.”
Killian stepped aside and motioned her into his apartment. “Cake! Excellent. Far better than the plunger the super brought by yesterday. Why don’t you and your stunning cake come in?”
“Thanks,” Emma said, ducking her head to hide her smile and stepping into the hall. The setup of his apartment was very similar to her own, of course, only reversed. She made her way toward his kitchen with him right behind her.
“You’ll have to excuse the boxes. I haven’t finished unpacking yet. In fact, I may need a minute to dig out plates and forks. You will join me, won’t you, love?”
And there you have some of it. I’ve got two more requests, but feel free to ask again if there’s another you’re curious about!
