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Happy Birthday @flslp87!!!

🎶Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuu, happy birthday to youuuuuuuuu!!!! Happy birthday dear Mistyyyyyyyy, happy birthday to youuuuuuu!!!🎶

Misty was one of my very first tumblr friends and to this day is one of my very favorite authors! As my gift to her this year, I made her a pic set for her based on her current WIP Kittens, Puppies... Us? Happy birthday Misty! I hope you have a great day!

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springtime serenade

A/N: This is my gift for the incomparable @flslp87 for the @csficformal event this month! I’m sorry I started lacking on the anons, but I hope our discussion of storms and CS fluff (and what you don’t like and what you do like) is a perfect gift for you this (admittedly very rainy) spring!

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Read on Ao3 here! 

Sometimes it was easy to tell a storm was coming.

The temperature would drop.

The wind would shift.

The dark clouds would come rolling in before anyone could blink.

Other times, it wasn’t so easy. Storms were fickle and could burst in overhead at a moment’s notice. There were many mornings from his younger days where the sky would be clear at breakfast, and then filled with thick, dark gray clouds at lunch.

So if there was one thing Killian Jones knew from many years at sea, it was exactly when a storm was coming.

The morning was cloudy to be sure, but every so often the sun would break through, lighting up the backyard for a few moments before disappearing again. Still, there was a weight to the air and a smell to the garden that Killian Jones was all too familiar with.

So he did now, three hundred years old and married, what he would do as a young lieutenant: he alerted his captain.

“Miss me already? I’ve only been on patrol for a few hours,” she teased lovingly, and he smiled just at the sound of his wife’s voice. “It’s not like you to come check up on me so soon. And on your day off too, no less.” The teasing lilt in Emma’s voice warmed him and his smile grew a little bit more.

“I always miss you when you’re not here, my love,” he murmured softly. “But I thought you’d like to know that it’s going to rain soon, and that you might want to come home before you get caught out there.” He began to prepare for the storm, keeping an eye on the clouds to make sure he could give Emma ample time to prepare.

“Okay, Brick Tamland,” Emma replied, and he could picture his smile in her mind. As always, she was referencing something, and he had no idea what it was. He couldn’t help the affectionate scoff he let out at the phone, even though she was nowhere near him.

“So I trust you’ll be home soon?” Killian asked, starting to bring his gardening tools into the shed. He made sure to lock the windows so they wouldn’t blow open if the wind was too strong before he locked the gardening shed. “Have your father pick up the next patrol with his truck? The bug doesn’t have all-wheel drive…”

“I’ll be home in a little bit. I’m just responding to a call about some downed trees from the last wind storm,” Emma said, and he could hear her rustling around in the forest. “Also, who told you the Bug doesn’t have all-wheel drive?” She sounded impressed and a feeling of pride blossomed in his chest.

“Doesn’t matter how I know,” he teased her, and the smile disappeared from his face just a little bit. “It’s not safe for you out there when the roads get too wet. I heard the Storybrooke sign still is recovering from your first adventure in the rain here…”

“Don’t worry about me, babe,” Emma assured him. “I’m gonna be just fine, and unless this tree is gonna get me wasted on its whiskey or you’re planning on putting a wolf in the middle of the road, I’m gonna be just fine and so is the sign. And I know that won’t stop you from worrying, but I promise you I wouldn’t—” Her next words were drowned out by a clap of thunder, and the skies opened up over Storybrooke.

Killian rushed into the house as the rain began to hit him. He heard Emma cursing on the other side, and he tried to suppress the anxiety that flared up in his gut. “Emma, love?” he asked, hanging his coat up on the coat hanger. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” she grumbled. “Just soaked to the bone. A little more warning next time, sailor.”

“Shall I draw you a warm bath as recompense, my love?” Killian asked her, already heading up the stairs just do that. He chuckled when she let out a delighted sigh at the notion. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he teased her.

“Hey, you don’t get to talk. Your hair isn’t dripping onto the Bug’s leather seats,” Emma shot back, but there wasn’t any bite behind it. Another clap of thunder and another muffled curse from Emma preceded the hum of the Bug’s ignition. “Good thing I got the windshield wipers changed,” she huffed.

“Aye,” he agreed, as he got to work setting up a bath for Emma. He paused when he heard her shiver. “Love?”

“I’m okay,” Emma answered. “Just cold. Even my coat is wet and I’m just waiting for the heating to kick in while I’m driving. I hate this weather, one minute you need to blast the AC and then it starts to rain and you need the heat like it’s the middle of winter.”

Killian hummed sympathetically and resolved to make her a cup of hot cocoa with cinnamon to go with her bath before she got home. “Well you’ll be home in less than two shakes, and I promise you it’s plenty warm at home.”

“How’s that bath coming?” Emma asked hopefully, sniffling as her nose began to run.

“It will be here ready and waiting for you,” Killian promised. “All I want for you is your heart’s desire. You know that.”

“I know,” Emma murmured, and he could see the affection glimmering behind her eyes. It warmed him more than any bath ever could, but he knew his Swan loved her comforts. And he would never begrudge her that.

Especially since she herself had shown him the wonder of what two people could get up to in a bathtub.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of them, not wanting to hang up on the other, but not feeling like they needed to continue talking. It was something they had just gotten accustomed to after knowing each other for so long. He could hear the patter of rain on the bug’s windshield in the background while he began filling up the tub with water.

“Can you put some bubbles in?” Emma asked shyly after a few minutes. “Into the bath I mean…the ones from the purple bottle.”

“The one that smells like lavender?” Killian checked, already looking for it when Emma hummed her approval. “As you wish, my love.”

“Are you taking care of yourself too?” Emma pressed. “You’re dry and warm?”

“I will be shortly,” he promised her gently.

“Killian…” Emma warned.

“Please let me do this for you?” he offered. “And then I’ll look after myself.”

“You deserve to be taken care of too,” Emma said simply. He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek closer to the phone. “And if you’re not taking proper care of yourself, I’m gonna take care of you as soon as I get home.”

God this woman.

“You do drive a hard bargain, lass. Just one of the many reasons I love you,” he murmured softly.

“I love you too,” Emma replied. “Don’t try to deflect me with your sweet talk though, mister. I expect to see a warm and dry pirate when I get home, got that?”

He decided to change into dryer, more comfortable clothes before going downstairs to make them dinner once her bath and cocoa were ready. He left a towel hanging on the coatrack by the front door, and the laundry basket just outside their bathroom.

The front door open and clothed, and he heard Emma’s muttered protestations about the weather before the echoes of her footsteps sounded up the stairs. He didn’t feel the need to greet her just yet.

Emma would come to him in her own time, as she always did.

Besides, he’d been married to her long enough to know not to get between her and a hot bubble bath.

The rain provided a soothing accompaniment to the gentle bubbling of the sauce in the pot. He hummed an old sea shanty to himself as he errantly stirred the pasta beside him.

It was nice, Killian reflected. To be in his home, making food for him and the woman he loved more than anything. To be in a space that was so quintessentially theirs together and separately. And quite frankly, both he and Emma had been lacking in nice for a good portion of their lives. To have it now made him thank his stars and thank Emma Swan.

Sorry, Emma Jones.

He felt a swell of affection for her that wasn’t so out of place. If he really counted, he probably went through this feeling at least seven times a day since the Final Battle.

And that was…nice.

Made infinitely nicer by his wife wrapping his arms around his waist, resting her cheek in between his shoulders. He could feel the damp press of her hair, but it wasn’t uncomfortable like the rain. No, her hair was warm and smelled of lavender.

“Hi,” she whispered, letting her eyes flutter shut. “Thanks for the bath and cocoa. They really hit the spot.”

“Anything for you,” Killian responded tenderly, still stirring the sauce. “There’s some time before dinner’s ready. Are you hungry?” He felt the nod against his back. “Well, far be it from me to keep you away from a meal, love.” She squeezed him a little bit tighter and snuggled in closer.

They stood like this for a few minutes—Killian working on dinner and Emma holding him from behind—until he finally asked with some amusement, “Just what are you doing back there, hmm?”

“I’m taking care of you,” she mumbled against his shirt.

“Am I warm and dry to your liking?” he asked, recalling her promise from their earlier conversation. She shook her head and nestled closer as if to rectify it. He didn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up within him, especially when he felt her smile against his skin. “You’re impossible,” he teased.

“And you love me for it,” she retorted happily.

“Aye,” he whispered. He turned the stove burners off and turned around to pull her against his chest. “May I have this dance, my love?”

Emma snapped her fingers to turn the radio on. “And now we’d like to play you a recording of ‘Moonlight Serenade’ by Glenn Miller and his orchestra…” the announcer crooned at them. As the clarinet began to play, and then the trumpet, Killian wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist, while his hand came to hold hers.

Only the sounds of the rain and the orchestra seemed to matter as husband and wife stood in the middle of their kitchen, swaying with one another. Her head came to rest on his chest, just underneath his chin.   

“You okay, babe? You’re kind of quiet today,” Emma murmured, not looking up at him still. She didn’t need to for him to know that she was just taking care of him, just as she always did.

So he simply told her, “I’m perfect.”

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flslp87 reblogged your post and added:

That’s 100% coming back I watch The Good Doctor...

I’ve heard a lot of good things about Timeless. I missed it in the beginning and i’m hoping to get a binge on it. I think it would be ridiculous for it not to come back. too many shows like it are fading out. 

I got hooked on Call the midwife, The Alienest, and The Magicians

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@flslp87 reblogged your quote:Apart from smashing a few rocks...

#he did get a good mash #but no kisses to make it better

We were totally cheated!!!

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Everyone see the puppies? @whimsicallyenchantedrose @hellomommanerd @ilovemesomekillianjones @laschatzi @duathadun @daxx04 @linda8084

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mayquita reblogged your post and added:

It seems that the right side of both the jacket and the pants are dirty, like if he had fallen to the ground or something. Although perhaps it’s only a light effect.

It really does. At least that was the first thing I thought when I was analyzing the new jacket.

flslp87 reblogged your post and added:

@stunningcaptainswan I just remarked on the dirty clothing and wondering where Emma is. Maybe this is the adventure that CS go on.

I know! It’d be awesome if they fell into some kind of portal again, just as their EF adventure in the CS movie started.

daxx04 reblogged your post and added:

Colin’s hair is mussed and his pants look muddied. I agree we’ll see some captain floor or captain swan floor if that’s Jmo’s stunt double.

I hadn’t noticed the hair at first, but you’re right. It seems a bit all over the place. Whatever is going on, he looks distressed. Praying for some Captain Swan Floor, haha!

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flslp87 reblogged your post:CS panel so far

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#wonder why#ouat spoilers

Sigh, it’s not. That was false info the spread. It’s still March 5th! :)

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Happy birthday to youuuuu... Happy birthday to youuuuu... Happy birthday dear Misty... Happy birthday to you!!!

Happy belated birthday to one of the first friends I made in the CS fandom, @flslp87!!!! I met Misty when she started publishing The Beach House here on tumblr, and @duathadun shared it on the CaptainSwan Forever Facebook page I was a member of. That fic and the fact that G would publish a fanfic every day on the page, led me to first ao3 and all the fic I could ever want, but then led me to create my very own tumblr page. And the rest, as they say, is history! I have since read all of Misty’s work and several are on my list of favorite fics. Tonight I’d like to share them with all of you as my way of appreciating Misty a few days after her birthday!

First, The Beach House. This was my introduction to Misty and her work, and it is still my very favorite of her fics and on my list of desert island fics! So many beautiful and flail worthy moments! It was agony waiting for a new chapter every week, but you don’t have to wait as it is complete. How can 2 people who have never met fall in love? Do yourself a favor and read it to find out! 

The Promise was written late last summer and was completed in February. I know I said The Beach House was my favorite, but honestly, this one is my favorite too. And I can say that with a completely clear conscience. Because which ever one I’m reading is my favorite! Misty wove such a compelling tale of True Love and overcoming all obstacles to be together!  If you haven’t read it, you are missing out! The link above is to the ao3 post, but she upped the rating on ff, so if you want the M version, click here.

Flickering Lights- CaptainSwan Style is a cute and hysterical little fic that tells what happens around town when Emma and Killian finally do the deed for the first time!

A Gift From a God is a precious one shot of a special guest on Emma and Killian’s special day!

And finally

A Family Addition for Captain Swan tells the story of Emma and Killian’s first child. A beautiful fic that follows the family from positive pregnancy test to birth.

Well, that’s it. Misty is an incredible writer and one of my very favorites in the fandom! And while all her fics are wonderful, these are my favorites! Hope you enjoy and make sure you let Misty know what you think! Happy belated birthday Misty! I hope you had a great day, and that this little tribute continues the celebration! Love you my friend!