I’d risk my life for two things. Love, and revenge.
a/n: this is for i-know-how-you-kiss as she helps me dig my way out of my writer’s block
prompt: cs + cold
The apartment was quiet when she got home, far too quiet for an average afternoon in the Swan-Jones household. Usually she came home to Henry battling some sort of zombie or knight or dragon on his newest video game or him and Killian yelling nonsense at whatever game was on. Some nights, the ones when she would question having a 300 year old pirate move in to her modern home, Killian would have attempted to cook something new and the air would smell acrid and burnt and an innocent smile would greet her by the door.
But tonight there was no sound whatsoever. Henry was with Regina tonight, it was Roland’s birthday and the foursome had insisted on a private family dinner. She’d grinned, pressing a kiss to her son’s head and warning him against too much cake.
“Killian?” She dropped her coat off in the closet, noting that both his long leather and the shorter pea coat were still in their place beside hers. Shucking off her boots she saw his own by the door (his days as a lieutenant leaking in to the cleanliness of their home) and frowned. “Killian!” She heard a groan from the living room and her hand hovered over her hip, ready to unclip her gun.
Silent footsteps padded along the worn wooden floors until she peered around the corner and relaxed. “Hey.” He was laid out on the couch with her favorite fuzzy blanket wrapped securely around his entire body. “Did you fall asleep?”
Heavy eyelids blinked until his blue eyes, appearing hazy and confused, trailed up her form and landed on her face. “Swan?” His deep voice croaked and she melted a little. “Love, don’t come near me. I’m afraid death is coming and I couldn’t bear the thought of ailing you as well.”
Emma snorted, ignoring his grunt of protest and sitting on the little space he’d left on the cushions. “Are you sick?” She pressed a hand against his forehead, lines creasing over her forehead when she felt out hot is skin was. “Oh my god, Killian! You’re burning up!”
He nuzzled his face further into the pillow and tried to pull the blanket over his face. “I told you I’m dying. Leave a man with his dignity and- ”
“His dignity and a big, fluffy blanket?” He scowled up at her, the last remnant of his fearsome days at sea, and it took every ounce of self-control not to grin down at him. “You do know we have medicine for stuff like this, don’t you?”
That, my boy, is a sextant. It’s a tool used by sailors to navigate.
A Captain Swan Still A Day Until Season 4
L i g h t & D a r k n e s s
“I’m different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I’ll bring out my shining moons. If one cannot handle the darkness, then one should not deserve the light.”
dreamer or sinner, hero or pirate, follower or leader, friend or foe, lover or liar… I guess I read too much fanfiction lately
Because who doesn’t need a full body Emma Swan on their dash?!
Captain Sexy Eyes
Killian Jones as Captain (X) Meme Part 23/9 (Bonus)
Requested by Anonymous