Merry Christmas @silverargentbells! I was your OUAT secret santa! I’m sorry this comes a little later than I expected, but I hope you like this story. I tried to include a little of everything you loved: Captain Charming, Captain Cobra, and Captain Swan. (That’s a lot of captains.) Merry Christmas Ruby, have a wonderful day!
He loves Emma, loves the woman to death and far beyond it.
But the woman cannot cook for shit.
She tries, she really does, and she looks damn good doing it: jeans slung across her hips, hem of her shirt rising and falling as she reaches for herbs and spices, bare feet sticking to the floor of the kitchen. A vision so entrancing he often gets caught up in the curves of her body. It’s only broken when the scent of smoke penetrates his nostrils, the sight of charred remains catch his eye, and the annoying beep of the smoke alarm ruins his hearing. He’ll hurry to the stove, put out the fire while Emma screams over the cacophony, “I swear, I was paying attention, I followed the recipe and everything!”
That’s why he elected himself the official chef of Christmas dinner, with Henry as his sous-chef. It’s their first Christmas together: as a family, as a couple, as homeowners It’s not often, nay, not ever, that he’s returned from the Underworld, life granted anew. The least he could do when Emma told him she’d invited her parents and Regina’s clan to their home was to save them from a bout of food poisoning.
It’s not going at all according to plan.
The sky was angry last night before he joined Swan in bed, even more so this morning when he woke. Years at sea have taught him that much: a storm, most likely a blizzard more than a dusting, threatened that white Christmas all those hymns went on about. To keep everyone safe and off the roads during the thick of it, Emma moved up dinner, Christmas Eve instead of the day itself. He’s doing well – has the meat resting, the other dishes either finished or nearly so – despite the shift in time, Henry pitching in by making cookies currently in the oven.
But his Swan…she’s a whole different story. He delegated her to eggnog duty and she took it far too seriously. She may be a hindrance while cooking on normal days, but that’s better than her current state. Laying on the couch, a mug of the offending drink in hand, Emma’s quietly humming to herself. Her foot bobs to the tune and her smile is small and content, lost in her own world, twirling his ring on its chain.
She’s happy.
She’s drunk.
And her parents are coming in a quarter hour to celebrate Christmas.
Loud footsteps thunder down the stairs right before Henry slides into the kitchen on the heels of his socks. He whips his talking phone from his pocket and, as customary, begins tapping on the screen.
“Henry, will you keep an eye on the cookies and potatoes while I check on you mother?” Killian asks, turning down the heat on the stove.
Giving a noncommittal grunt he hopes means the affirmative, Henry moves to stand next to the oven, still watching the flashes of color on his machine. Killian shrugs and leaves, going to kneel next to the couch instead. He trails his fingers across her arm, hoping to gently rouse her attention.
“Emma, darling?” he mutters softly.
Her humming stops, her fingers ease playing with Liam’s ring around her neck. Slowly, her unfocused eyes move to his, lighting up when they connect. She happily says his name, goes “Killiannnn” long and drawn out before wrapping her arms around his neck. He feels lukewarm eggnog slosh on his skin, down under his sweater, and grimaces.
“Swan, you are aware that your parents are on their way, as are Regina and Robin?”
She nods enthusiastically and giggles. “I know, I know, I’m excited.” Unwrapping herself from his neck, Emma takes another swig of the holiday drink. “But nervous.” Her arms settles on his shoulders. “Killian, I’ve never had Christmas with family. What is going on? What if I lose it?”
He gives her a smile, tucking some wayward hair behind her ear. “My love, you won’t lose it. I know what it’s like to spend these festive times alone just like you, but you don’t have to anymore.”
“And neither do you,” she reminds him, leaning her forehead against his. “You get to spend it with me.”
Killian smiles and presses a kiss to her nose. “I do.” Taking carefully the mug from her hand and setting it on the coffee table, he calms her. “But you’ve got to clean up a little. Go drink some water and then change.”
Emma nods and stands, not as wobbly as he thought she might. “Water and dress. Yeah.” Her fingers clutch in the air between them. “I spilled your sweater.”
He chuckles, shedding his top layer and handing it to her. “You did. Thank you for noticing.”
Even while tipsy, her smile is brilliant. “Sorry.” But her nose scrunches up and registers disgust. She shoos, pushes him toward the kitchen. All she says as explanation is “burning.”
Concerned brow in tow, Killian leaves her and arrives in the kitchen to see Henry shoving the pot of potatoes off their burner and his hand pushing against the oven. That’s where the scent comes from.
“Henry, what happened?”
The boy’s face is apologetic to say the least. “I’m sorry, I was talking to Violet and I didn’t hear the timer go off!”
Checking the potatoes first, Killian determines they’re in fine shape, still consumable and probably delicious. But the sweets in the oven are beyond saving. “Crack the window,” he orders, inhabiting his role of captain with ease. “Close the doors upstairs.” And the doorbell rings, forcing a groan and eye roll from him. “And try and distract your grandparents until I give you the all clear.”
Henry nods and sets off on his mission. A final glance at the opened windows and Killian braves the smoke from the oven. It billows out and Killian hopes beyond hope that the smoke alarm doesn’t detect the cloud. He coughs, but still manages to remove the burnt cookies.
“Jeez, Hook, I thought you said Emma wasn’t cooking dinner!” Killian moans again at David’s joking voice.
“I thought I told Henry to keep you out until I asked him to.”
David shrugs. “Neal and Mary Margaret had to go to the bathroom.” He hesitates, observing the scene before him before asking, “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“If you, unlike your grandson, could keep an eye on the stove while I take of these,” Killian lifts up the sheet of former cookies. Charming nods in solidarity and turns an attentive eye toward the food. Quickly, Killian steps outside and chucks the burnt sweets in the outside garbage can. He returns to find Emma, changed into a sparkly dress he’d hope to have the pleasure of relieving her of, curled up in her confused father’s arms.
“God, Dad, I’m so happy you’re her for Christmas,” he hears her say.
Glancing up at Killian as he reenters, David pats his daughter on the back. “I’m glad we’re together too,” he responds. “Why don’t you go find your mother and tell her the same?”
Nodding, Emma kisses her father on the cheek before grabbing a glass of water off the counter and exiting toward the living room. Both men watch her walk away. When he finally manages to drag his gaze away from his Swan, Killian finds his friend glaring at him.
“What did you do to my daughter?” he asks.
Kilian shrugs and chuckles. “I thought she could handle making the eggnog.” David sighs and runs his hand across his forehead, causing Killian to break into laughter. “At least we know it’s good, aye?”
“It better be,” Charming emptily threatens. “I’m gonna need some to get through this meal at this rate.”
THINGS I’D LIKE: I’m good with any type gift as long as there’s some captain swan. I love fics that have everyone working as a family unit. I’m good with platonic Swan Queen. I absolutley adore anything with Heny and Killian bonding. Captain Charming is also one of my fave broships. Will Scarlet and Ruby are some of my favorite characters other than the main cast. I love all ships and broships. I’m open to anything even human AU’s, as long as they have a happy ending perferably.
NO-NO’S: No non-con/dub-con, rape, violence, abuse, or similar type themes. No BDSM either. No romantic Swan Queen. No rumbelle please.
WHAT I CAN DO: I can only write. I’m open to any ships or bro ships but the one’s listed below.
WHAT I ABSOLUTELY CAN’T DO: No non-con/dub-con, rape, violence, abuse, or similar type themes. No BDSM either. No romantic Swan Queen. No rumbelle please. I can write about a character that’s faced past abuse and how it affects thier present relationships, but not present abuse. I can’t write about Swan Queen, Swan Thief, or Rumple in any romantic (plantonic is okay) capacity.
BACK-UP GIFTERS: Yes.
IF YES TO BACK-UP GIFTER, WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO MAKE 2 GIFTS AT THE SAME TIME? Yes as long as I have at least 2-3 day notice.
ANYTHING ELSE: Starting 11/15 I will be swapping between merrybuckychristmas and silverargentbells as usernames usernames.
I'm soo excited for the future of the Run verse and Darcy ruling SHIELD with Phil's help. I LOVE that she included Tony and his opinion (clint too). Tony trying to come to terms with Bucky is so something he'd try to for Darcy. I can also see how all of this will crash and burn into Ultron for Tony (if you're going that route).I mean how everything that's going on will drive him into making the cray cray AI happen not accepting Bucky (all though.. it might) LOL.
Hey, thanks, friend. I’m really happy you liked this. That always makes my day when people let me know they enjoy this.
I think she’s okay with Phil running things, but there’s a Stark back in the room, and she’s got things to say. And, yeah, things have been weird with her and Tony, and she hates that. They’re both trying to work through all that, but they’re not very good at it -- but they are trying. Tony has faith in her, even if he has his doubts about some things (Bucky).
A lot of Ultron is fueled by Tony’s fear, and that includes his fear for her. He just stuck his daughter in a suit, he’s proud but terrified, too. He knows she’s gearing up for a fight, too. How much easier would it all be if there were robots to do the fighting for them?
All in all, we’re heading for a big mess. A few big messes. Really big messes. All the messes.
Tagged by the awesome simply-have-courage-and-be-kind (sorry it took a few days!)
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name: Kirsten
nickname: Kiki, Goggles, Ms. K., or a very old one is Komoda Dragon
birthday: May 1
starsign: Taurus
gender: Female
height: 5′4″
sexual orientation: Asexual
favourite color: Blue! All kinds!
time rn: 11:11 pm
average hours of sleep: Um... 8? Some days I get like 6 and then other times it’s 10 so...?
lucky numbers: 6, 12, 15 (I like multiples of 3 for some reason)
last thing i googled: IMDB
words that come to mind: musical (because I’m listening to the cast recording of The Book of Morman)
happy place: my room
number of blankets i sleep under: Usually two; a sheet and a quilt comforter. In the winter, I usually add a third.
favourite fictional character: IUgggh, this is soooo hard to pick. I’m gonna go with Natasha Romanoff, though Luna Lovegood is a very close second.
favourite famous people: Tom Hiddleston, Scarlet Johansen, Kristin Chenoweth, and Alan Cumming
celebrity crushes: Tom Hiddleston, Lee Pace, Onew from SHINee, Milo Ventimiglia, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and probaably 10000 more that aren’t coming to mind right not...
favourite books: Larklight by Philip Reeve, The Dragon of Trelian by Michelle Knudson, The Mysterious Matter of I.M. Fine by Diane Stanley, Epic by Connor Kostick, and Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
favourite bands: Panic! At the Disco, Papa Roach, Steam Powered Giraffe, Three Days Grace, Fall Out Boy, and SHINee
last movie i saw: I sort of watched To Kill A Mockingbird last night but I wasn’t really paying attention soooo... Mad Max: Fury Road I think?
dream trip: Japan! Especially Tokyo!
dream job: Actor on a sitcom or maybe a writer or television newscaster. IDK right now...
what i am wearing atm: An Eeyore tank top and pink shorts that have palm trees and monkeys on them. My PJ’s right now.
I tag: flirting-with-psychology littlebetablue ironstilinski that-insane-shipper-girl nothandlingit starlordsdickmessage natasha-needs-a-movie starbucks-in-the-tardis banana-kitty-pryde bunan-tsokolatte aaaand that should be ten so I’m assuming that’s good yay!
So quick hello. I was going through the Bellarke tag and I found you and then I started to scroll *creep*through your blog. And then I realized you're MEXICAN TOO! I'm slowly getting into the 100 fandom so I decided to say hi. So HI *waves*
HIII!!! WELCOME TO THE FANDOM! AND WELCOME TO THE CLUB HAHA
