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mischiefapprentice · 4 years ago

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My Neighbor is a Ballerina (Daniel Henney x OC)

It was already the start of lock-downs in USA, and Daniel Henney cannot help but be bored as the eighth day of quarantine passed. Surely, he is enjoying the company of his fluffy golden retriever Roscoe, but still, he missed going out for shooting different commercials and series he signed in for. There was no one to talk to inside his small home, either. He can only talk to his parents and friends through video calls, and no one is allowed to step out of their homes unless needed.

What to do now? He asks himself as he looked outside. He already have gone for a swim with his dog, he finished his exercise routine, and it strains his eyes to look on the screen for too long. He sighs as he got out, looking for something to tinker on for the rest of the day. His well carved face frown as he sat nearby his own pool, waiting for the brightest idea to pop in his mind. He weakly smiles as he sees Roscoe waddle his way to him, begging to be carried.

"What do we do now, bud? Wow, is this what you feel whenever I am not around?" he jokes. The golden retriever lays its head on Daniel's stomach, relishing in the presence of his good father who he would miss terribly whenever he isn't around. Just then, some sweet classical music filled the area, making his brows raise in curiosity. He walks close to the fence that separated his house to the rest of the neighborhood, finding out who owned the music. He finds on the other side a young woman who is half his age, dancing to the music that played with a gentle grace that can be seen in a pen, a female swan. She had black hair like him, and skin tanned from the rays of the sun. He haven't seen her before. Afraid to interrupt her peace, he became content with watching her by the sidelines, enjoying her small performance by the sun.

It has come to an end when his doorbell rang. Sighing in reluctance to leave, he took a deep breath and headed to the gates of his house, his loyal liege Roscoe trailing from behind. His friend Matthew Gubler greeted him with a smile, even though it was covered with a black N-95 mask. "Got you some groceries!" Matthew smiles as he placed them right on Daniel's feet. "Dude, you didn't have to!" Daniel laughs as he took them in. "But still, thank you for the thought!" "Well, I'd better go now, enjoy your day! And, go get that girl!" Matthew jokes as he hopped on his car and drove away.

Daniel chuckles as he closed the gate with his foot, Roscoe jumping up and down as they went in the house. Matthew is right; he needs to know more about that woman next door.

"Girl, really. That guy next door is checking you out."

Charleine is busy eating her tossed salad when her friend Carina Chandran gave her a call, and she raised the thing about some guy next door checking her out whilst she danced her way to fantasy world. The young raven haired girl laughs as she hears Carina prattle her worries for her, how she wanted to be there to give the man a piece of her own mind.

"Girl, no need to make a big deal about it." Charleine tells as she swallowed down the water. "But still! You know what, I'm packing up. I am going there." Carina says as Charleine hears her shuffles on her side. "Girl no need, I can handle myself." Charleine insists. "I have a background in Martial Arts, remember?" "Okay, if that's what makes you at ease. Just make sure to be careful, okay?"

Charleine laughs as she put the phone call down. She can imagine how worried her Indian friend was, since there were a lot of men who'd catcall herback before this whole world craze happened. She used to stay in New York City since her job as a dance instructor demanded it. She also joined numerous ballets like Romeo and Juliet, Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, and Sleeping Beauty, and she always gets the lead. Carina Chandran is her childhood friend and neighbor here in Los Angeles, so no wonder why she can see him checking on her.

The next day, she went out to her backyard for another dance for nature, a series she makes for her Instagram account. She will try to catch the guy who Carina was talking about during the phone call. Setting her Bluetooth speaker and camera to where she wanted it to be, she started doing her dance routine she learned for The Nutcracker's dance of the sugar plum princess.

Daniel immediately ran to the fence where he heard the music that captured his whole being. The same girl was there, unaware of his presence as she danced her heart away to the music that played in the background, which he recognized as a part from The Nutcracker. If he only knew how to dance ballet, he could have jumped over the fence and joined her. He was enchanted with her; he cannot help but stare at her beauty that can be compared to Aphrodite, and marvel at her skills that are as graceful as Odette in Swan Lake. It was a magical enchantment that this young lady uses to men who lays their eyes on her. However, his daydreams were cut off when the young raven haired woman called his attention. "Yoohoo! Sir, are you alright there?" she asks, which makes him tumble down. Loud gasps can be heard from her as she placed a ladder on the fence where she saw him. "Are you okay?" He chuckles as he stood up, thanking the heavens above for not staining his sweatpants and hoodie. "Um, yeah. Thanks for checking." God, why is he being a nervous charmer? He asks himself. He cannot be like this, since he has swooned millions of ladies from around the world, yet this girl's got him smitten to the core. "Oh, where are my manners? I'm Charleine Mercado, and you are?" she introduced herself. "I'm Daniel. So, you're new here?" He asks, trying to hide his anxious self as he starts to know more about this girl. "Not exactly. I used to stay here whenever I am on my break in the theater, and this one's a total break." She replies as she shrugged her shoulders. "You work in a theater?" He asks as he grabbed a small chair and stood on it, just to be able to talk to her a little close, observing the one-meter distance. She nods her head yes as she waited for him to settle himself, asking him if he's comfy enough with standing, which he assures her he's fine with it.

They had a long conversation, and it was already noon when they decided to just exchange social media accounts and talk there whenever they are free. Reluctant that he won't see her for the rest of the day, he sighs as he walked back to his house, waiting patiently as he can for her to talk to him soonest. Roscoe senses Daniel's remorse as the golden retriever lays its head on his lean legs.

It was already evening when she decided to open up her social media and search for the man she once talked to earlier. She was having a gut feeling that she already saw him in some commercial or television series. Shrugging that thought away, she punched in his username, and the revelation made her eyes widen. "OH. MY. GOD." She decides to call her friend away, who quickly picked up the call.

"Girl, you won't believe who I just talked to this morning," Charleine yells on the phone, her adrenaline rush picking up the fast pace. Her friend gawked at her when she mentioned the name. "WHAT? IT WAS DANIEL HENNEY?" "Yes. We exchanged social media accounts, and it really was him." "Send me a picture of him tomorrow morning! I need enough proof that it's really him." "How about a screenshot video of a 60-second conversation via Skype? We planned to talk tonight."

It was on cue when her Skype account rang loudly in the background, showing Daniel's caller id on her laptop screen. She immediately tells Carina she'll talk to her later, and ran to her seat in front of her laptop. Breathing deeply, she clicked the green button, revealing Daniel and his dog on the other side. His bed hair still looked good on him, and she cannot help but swoon at him. "Hey, Charlie." Daniel groggily greets, groaning as Roscoe hopped on his lap, making her giggle as he cheekily grins back. "Dogs really are a handful, aren't day?" Charleine asks as she eagerly looked at the furry friend. "I'll agree with you on that." Daniel laughs as he puts down Roscoe. He shuffles in his bed as he held on the laptop, walking towards his kitchen island. "So, I suppose you already found the accounts?"

She nods as she looked down at her own Golden Retriever puppy Neve, who begs to be carried. "Yes, and no wonder why you look so familiar. Nice work in Criminal Minds and Big Hero 6, by the way." She replies as she picks Neve and places the dog on her lap. Daniel's eyes widen as he saw Charleine's little puppy, smiling as he asked her where she got Neve, which Charleine eagerly answers. Daniel smiles as he realizes they had share a lot of common interests, the only difference was their occupations.

"Your name also rang bells in my mind, then I remembered a co-star telling me about your works in ballet. I must say, you did a wonderful job in your performances," Daniel tells her as he settled his laptop down as he started preparing his dinner for tonight. "May I know who told you about me long before this call?" Charleine asks as she grabbed a Shawarma from her side. "Do you by chance know Kirsten Vangsness?" Daniel asks as he grabbed some vegetables from his refrigerator and started chopping them down. Charleine's eyes lit up as he mentioned her friend and mother figure. "Yes I do! She became my mother figure whenever I am not with my parents back in Manila," she smiles as thoughts of Kirsten and her spending time together filled her mind.

They spent hours talking about their work and interests, not noticing the time anymore that they were surprised it's already past midnight when they stopped for a while. "Let's stay up together, I really love talking to you." Daniel pleads as Charleine settles in her bed, letting her bed engulf her in its softness and warmth. "I love to, but I need to get up for my routines later," she tells him, letting out a yawn that Daniel finds cute. "You'll get to talk to me after." "I look forward to that, Charlie. Good morning!"

What a dork, she thought as she waves good night and shut down her computer, her mind filled with thoughts about the new celebrity friend she made.

Daniel finds himself in a place where music and dance are everywhere. Kids wearing flower crowns and tossing flower petals greet him as he entered the gates of the magical kingdom. He finds himself wearing a cream pirate shirt that showed parts of his chest and leather pants that showed his lean legs well. He feels powerful as he took every step while wearing leather boots that reached his knees. Women swoon as he passed by while looking for a certain woman who he wanted to meet. He soon finds himself at the presence of the king, and was surprised that he introduced himself as a prince from some place far from this kingdom. The king led him to the gardens, where he saw the familiar face of Charleine laughing as she danced with her maids. Her face lit up as she saw him, hearing her father tell everyone to leave them for now. As soon as the maids and the ensemble left, he slowly strode towards her, taking in how beautiful she is as a princess.

"M'lady," he greets her, taking her hand and places a kiss on the back of her hand.

"I shall leave you two to yourselves. Please guard her," the king bade as he took his leave, his footsteps resonating on the tiles. They silently enjoyed the company of each other as he told her of his adventures, from defeating rebels to every mishap he got himself into. Her laughter is already music to his ears. He feels himself falling into her trance, his eyes taking in the view of her wondrous beauty.

His eyes squint at the feel of his dog licking the sleep off his eyes. He immediately looked around, checking if he wore the same clothes as he had in that dream of his with Charleine. It felt so real that he thought he would awake to ivory pillars and servants roaming around him. Did it really happen? He asks to himself as he got off his bed and prepared Roscoe's breakfast, his mind still stuck to that dream he had today.

It was the same dream Charleine had. She saw herself dancing with her maids in the pavilions, laughing as merriment and joy filled their surroundings. Her eyes lit as she saw Daniel in a pirate-like clothing, but can be easily identified as a prince. Charleine filled her friend Carina about this weird dream, but she was told that it is her subconscious thinking about the actor, and people tend to see their thoughts in their dreams when they think deeply about it and fell asleep. She let's it pass for now, but she knew that there was something behind it.

They both smile at each other as Charleine got out to her backyard, while Daniel stood at the fence that separated them, eager to watch her do her morning routine. "What's with that wide smile, Henney?" Charleine asks as she stood in front of him, hands at her hips in a sassy fashion. He chuckles. "Nothing, I am just happy that I get to see a new friend here. It really gets lonely whenever I am not with other people physically." "Well, I cannot blame you for that." Charleine tells as she started playing the music, this time from Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake.

"Wait, so you had the same dream as mine?"

They both talked over Skype again, making sure to be reminded of the time now. She almost had problems getting up earlier, and good thing she still managed to set her body clock. Daniel told Charleine about this dream he had earlier, and it is coincidental that they both were in there. They had exact details as the other, making them wonder how come they had the same dream. "I don't know, it was just... Coincidental. Maybe my friend Carina is right, it must be a work of our subconscious and the deep thoughts." Charleine shrugs as she took a bite of her homemade shawarma wrap. "I suppose so." Daniel agrees. "How's quarantine so far?" She asks. "Well, still hanging here. Gosh, this drives me crazy as hell." He sighs, making her chuckle. "You're not alone."

That was the last time they talked.

Daniel had to fly to Korea to attend to some important matters his management has raised. He didn't get to talk to her for the last time before he headed to the airport, which made him feel miserable during his stay here. Well, he tried to play his favorite sport and get his mind on the things he have to do here before he gets back to Los Angeles. He still tried to reach out to Charleine, but she never responded. Worrying that something happened to her, he tried to call Kirsten, who fortunately picked up the call. "Daniel! So good to hear from you!" the ever cheery actress beams, making the half Korean laugh. "Yeah, I missed you all! How are you?" he queries as he mentally planned how to get Charleine in the conversation. "Feeling bored, since there was no one to talk to except my cat here," Kirsten sighs. "So, I heard that you met my ballerina friend already?" Daniel smiles when she mentioned the woman who got his whole being. "Yes, and I was about to ask you about her. She wasn't responding to any of my calls and emails." "Oh, she told me she's going to have a week off in using social media. She actually asked me to tell you about it, and she says sorry in advance if ever this happens." Kirsten chuckles, making Daniel smile weakly. He cannot wait to talk to her again.

It was a week when Charleine took a break off the social media. She wanted to take a break off the world's madness since this year started. Her eyes widen as she opened up her chats, revealing lots of missed calls and 'how are you' texts from her new friend Daniel Henney. He sent a voice mail that says:

Hey Charlie...

I don't know when you'd be back in social media, but if you ever receive this, I am probably in Seoul already, since I had to attend to some matters here, just like what I said during our last talks. Charlie, if I ever get back there in LA, I want to... Ugh. Never mind. I just want to let you know that I already miss you and those small talks we had whenever I watch you dance. If I could rush things over, I would have done it in a heartbeat. I would do everything if it means to see you again. It's already late here, and I should get some sleep. I am in the 14 day quarantine period, and I got a negative result.

"I made him wait, Neve." she tells her golden retriever puppy, who in return looked at her with its doe eyes as it sensed her bereft. She sighs as she looked at other messages he dropped:

Hey Charlie! I am missing you so much already!

How are you?

Did you eat already?

When are you going to post another dance in your Instagram?

Are you alright?

You know you can talk to me whenever you got something bothering your mind, right?

"That's it, I'm waiting for the right time to call him." She says to herself as she typed in her reply to all those messages and voicemails he sent her during the week off the media.

Hi Dan!

Kirsten probably told you already that I took a week off the media, since I got stressed with what is happening with the world right now. My godmother also nearly got my nerves, so I decided to do so. I'm sorry if I got you worried for me 24/7, but now you can talk to me anytime again. Just note the time, one of us might miss the complete sleep we need to be energetic the next day. Hope to talk to you soon!

His eyes immediately land on the message she just sent him, making him smile in victory as he read it multiple times. He immediately opened his Skype and gave Charleine a call, having high hopes that she'd answer it in a flash. He quickly checked himself on the mirror app on his phone, but stopped when he heard giggles from the other side of the line. "Hey, you don't need to check your self on your mirror, Vanity Boy." she quirks, making him smirk. "Liked that new nickname, Ms. Ballerina." he comments back, making the girl smirk back at him. "So, how's the week off social media?" She weakly smiles as she looked down, taking Neve in her arms. "It's relaxing, since I got to connect with myself once again after all this madness happened. How about you? You said you are in Korea, right?" "Oh yeah. I got a negative test result, and I can go to all the places where my manager told me to go to." Daniel cheekily grins at her, making her shake her head in annoyance, but a smile still plastered on her lips. "I already saw that dance you uploaded, and I must say, it's still different if I saw it live." "You little stalker," she laughs as he chuckles. Daniel finds himself falling for her even more as the days pass.

After a few weeks of fixing up things in Korea, he immediately took a flight back to Los Angeles, eager to see Charleine again. His mother teases him on his little crush on the well-known ballerina, making him groan in feign dismay. His father, unfortunately, helps his mom with teasing him about it. But deep in his mind, he is glad that his parents are supportive with whoever he wants. He isn't pressured with what kind of girl he should date and marry, as long she is kind and understanding, he's willing to keep up with her.

It was another spring morning, and he is patiently waiting for her music to play. The small ladder he climbs on is already set, and he just needs to hear her music. Just as some random music played, he scrambles to the ladder, just in time for her to start dancing. She laughs as she saw how messed up his hair was, making her stop dancing. "Why did you run all the way?" She chuckles as she stood on her toes, messing his now messy hair as she laughs. "I just didn't want to miss my friend dancing," Daniel chuckles. "I missed you!" "I missed you too, dummy." She says. "Um about that voicemail you sent..." "Oh yes about that, I actually wanted to ask you on a date out, but there's quarantine, so..." "You know we can just hang out in the backyards, right?" "Oh. Yeah. HOW COME I FORGOT ABOUT IT?" "Stop overthinking, Tadashi Hamada." "How can I not, if I am standing in front of Juliet Capulet?"

After a few days of Daniel planning their first date, now is the day they finally get to be together up close, since they both got their negative swab test results. He made sure that the house is well disinfected, there is no mess around, and lastly, he'd make her smile with his charms and quirks. It is only a few hours before night falls beautifully, just like in La La Land. Clad in just his button up shirt and black fitting slacks, he casually waited by his gate, hoping she'd show up. He immediately opened the gate, revealing Charleine in a simple pink dress and some sandals. She shyly waved as Daniel let her in.

"Hey... Looking good tonight, I see?" Charleine smiles as Daniel guides her inside his home, her eyes widening at how simple and elegant it is. "You've got a nice house here." "Well, thank you. I'd reckon yours is better than this," Daniel replies as he eyed the package Charleine brought in. "Oh no, no, no. Did you make food as well?" "I did, it would be rude on my part if I didn't bring something, right?" the girl asks, looking down on the floor. Daniel sighs as he held her hands in his. "You didn't have to, Charlie... But, it's okay, as long it's from the thought. I'd wager this is the best pasta I'll ever taste." Daniel tells her as he leads her to the pool area, the feeling of romance can be felt in the air as the candle-lit table stood nearby the very fence where they both met. She cannot help but smile as he pulled a chair for her, a dinner for two already filling the air as the aromatic scent fills her nostrils. "I'll serve your Bolognese spaghetti later after this," Daniel tell her as they started to eat under the moonlight that coincidentally shone above them along with the stars. They talked about various things, ranging from his stay in Korea to random jokes they saw in the net. It was already late in the night when they finished eating. Her eyes widen as she heard one of her favorite songs from La La Land playing in the background, and Daniel offers his hand as he pulls her into his arms for a dance.

Silence enveloped the two of them as the song ends, the two enjoying the warmth of the other as the time passes. Her eyes widen when her watch shows it's already a quarter to midnight. "Daniel, I need to get back already." she tells as she reluctantly pulls away from their little waltz. "You can sleep here. I'll take the couch, it's actually past curfew." Daniel tells her as he held her hand tightly but gently. "Are you sure? I don't want to be a nuisance to you, Daniel." Charleine asks, worrying that she might be interrupting any important matters. "I am sure, so don't chicken out. I actually can borrow one of my shirts and sweatpants for you to sleep on."

She silently watched him pick one white shirt and gray sweatpants from his closet. She cannot help but swoon at how fit this man is. He already changed into a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of white pajamas, leaving his bathroom for her use. "This one would do," Daniel tells as he placed them beside her. He cannot help but look at her wounded feet that were barely covered by the slippers a hotel gave him before. "Change into those, I'll just find the ointment for those bruises on your feet."

"Is it still aching?"

She winces in pain as he massaged some parts of her foot, rubbing in the ointment his mother once used on him when he suffered the same bruises as hers. She cannot help but yelp in pain, tears starting to spill on her eyes. Daniel immediately sat beside her, pulling her into a hug as she started to cry. "I'm sorry , I'm sorry." He whispers to her as he kissed the top of her head.

"I'm alright, Dan. It's just I cannot fight the pain," She whimpers. "I'll be here always, okay?" Daniel whispers. "I love you."

Her eyes widen as she heard those three words that can alter her life in an instant. A famous celebrity has fallen for her. "Hear me out, Charlie. I started falling for you since the day Kirsten started talking about you during Criminal Minds shooting and script readings. She is right about you being so strong, soft-hearted, smart, wise and beautiful. It's okay if you don't share the same feelings as-"

She gave him a peck on the cheek that made him stop rambling. He grins widely as he pulled her into a heartwarming hug and kissed her head many times. "You also got me from the start, Dan. It was when Kirsten told me about you whenever we meet up in New York City, and she told me that I would be able to meet you soon. So, here we are." She chuckles as he pressed his lips on her forehead, making her giggle. "Let's get you to sleep now. You might call me a knucklehead when you wake up late," he jokes as he pulls her down beside him on the softest bed Charleine has imagined.

"Well, your boyfriend is here."

It was a year after the pandemic, and everything went back to normal. Carina and Charleine got their new assignments in Los Angeles, making it easy for the new lovers to meet up anytime they want. Daniel would pass by the American Contemporary Ballet, where she worked and performed. Carina would tease her about it, making her chuckle and playfully slap her. Some of their closest friends would drop by to see her, since some of their kids are under her class. It touched her that all of them really look at her like their second mom, and she dreams of having a family soon.

"My Prima Ballerina," Daniel mumbles as he buries his face on her hair, making her chuckle as she pulled away. "Danny, I sweat." Charleine tells as she wiped the sweat off her brow. "So what? You don't complain when I smell like Roscoe!" Daniel laughs. "Um, Charlie? Can I ask you something?"

She nods her head, but her eyes widen when she watched Daniel kneel on one knee, revealing a diamond ring on a red velvet box. Tears prick her eyes as he started rambling the most affectionate speech she has ever heard from him. Kirsten, AJ, Joe and the others are there, smiling at the most awaited moment.

Charleine Mercado. The moment I heard your name from Kirsty, I knew there was something with you that made me fall for you. Even though we haven't met long before that madness happened, I started longing for you. You were everything Kirs told me about you: you are smart, gay, loving, gentle, caring and among other things I wanted in a woman. Last year has been a blessing in disguise for me. If it weren't for it, maybe I wouldn't realize that I am just right beside this woman I have been seeking for god knows how long. That moment you told me your name, I said to myself: you are the one. Charlie, I know it has been a year since we started dating and become something more, and I want to be promoted to another position in your life. Will you do the honor of becoming my wife and marry me?

Charlie started tearing up tears of joy as she nodded her head yes, tackling Daniel in the tightest but gentle hug. He slips the ring on her right ring finger, and kissed it.

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let-it-raines · 5 years ago

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Catch Me If You Can (23/?)

298 days. That’s how long Killian Jones was away from a baseball field. It’s less than a year, only part of a season for him, but it might as well have lasted a decade as he alternated between physical therapy and spending an excessive amount of time sitting on his couch.

But then he came back and won the World Series.

It’s something no one saw coming, and it’s certainly not something anyone who knows about his arm would predict. Now it’s a new season with new possibilities, and anything could happen. On-field reporter Emma Swan will be there to cover it all even if she is not his biggest fan right now.

Asking her out live on-air will do that.

Rating: Mature

a/n: I wrote this entire story in some kind of pregnancy-fueled Mexican-food-craving haze, and I didn’t realize just how much time was between some certain big plot points until I was proof-reading this. That said, I’m not changing any of that and am literally impatient to share all of the upcoming chapters with you wonderful people! @resident-of-storybrooke has assured me that they’re actually good. lol. Not entirely sure that I trust her 😉

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I need your post-series comparison report by nine this morning.

You were late with it last time, and that made me late with my report. This is why you should probably stick to on-air reporting instead of continuing to write articles when we have people for that.

W.O.

“Asshole,” Emma mutters to herself after reading that blatantly condescending email from Walsh.

She’s been in the office for approximately fifteen minutes, most likely a little less than that, and the first thing that Emma saw after logging into her computer was an email from Walsh about her report on the difference between playing at home and away, specifically when it comes to playing the Red Sox. Two weeks ago, the Yankees lost every single game they played in Boston, especially that epic game where they lost 3-17 the night Killian was the starting pitcher, and then over the last four days, they’ve won every game while in New York.

Home team advantage taking on a whole new meaning because it is seriously in play this year.

And Emma doesn’t want to get too excited, doesn’t want to get too ahead of herself because anything can happen for the rest of the season, but only a month and a half of the regular season is left and there’s no way the Yankees aren’t making the playoffs. Once they get there, who knows if they’ll make it to the Series?

There’s a chance, though, and that’s all that matters.

As a fan, she’s excited. As Killian’s girlfriend and a reporter for the team, she’s over the freaking moon. It would be insane for them to back it up, but she’s got to slow her roll.

Slow her roll and send Walsh this report so that she doesn’t have to deal with him anymore today. Working with her ex is fine since it’s not an everyday thing, only an office day thing, but the man has got to get the stick out of his ass. He cheated on her, belittled her out of jealousy for her success in her job, and yet he acts like it’s an inconvenience for them to have to spend a miniscule amount of time together. He’s probably sitting at his desk thinking of ways to torture her while drinking a giant bottle of Mountain Dew. She always hated that he did that. He could have at least had the diet version instead of consuming all of that extra sugar.

But whatever. It doesn’t matter. None of it does.

Ruth: Do you think you’d like to come to Portland in October? Or maybe sometime before Thanksgiving? I was thinking you could bring your boyfriend so that I can meet him.

Emma reads the text, but she doesn’t answer it quite yet. She needs time to look at her calendar and have time to ask Killian if he wants to go. Hell, she needs time to figure out if that’s what she even wants because, wow, bringing a boyfriend home is not something she’s ever done. Neal literally never wanted to come home with her, never wanted to go to David’s, never wanted to do anything that wasn’t in his control, and Walsh was just…

Shit. She needs to email him now and stop letting her mind go down this path.

Today is a good day. Nothing is going to ruin it. If she repeats that enough times it’s sure to come true.

“Oh my God,” Ruby groans as she steps into Emma’s office, barely able to squeeze in past the chair that’s keeping the door open before sitting in it, “I am ready for this season to be over. Why is it always so jam-packed? Do people really need to watch this much baseball? There are so many damn games.”

“Nope. They really don’t.”

“I feel like you should not be able to say that because of your job and the fact that your boyfriend is a freaking baseball player.”

“Rubes,” Emma hisses, twisting in her chair and looking out the small glass window in her office, “shut up.”

Ruby’s eyes widen, her hands immediately going to cover her mouth, and that might be the fastest Ruby has ever stopped talking in the entirety of her life.

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologizes before getting up from the chair and moving it so that she can shut the door behind her. Damn this small office. “I didn’t even think about it.”

“It’s fine. It’s not like you have a giant poster saying that I’m dating him. There are just a lot of people constantly walking by this door, so we can’t really talk about it with the door open.”

“My lips are sealed. Also, are you ever going to get a bigger office?”

“I don’t even know why I have an office. Like, honestly. I keep waiting for them to realize that I don’t need it and to give it away to someone who works here more than once a week. Then I could do all of this stuff from home.”

“That is the life. Though, I think you would probably never put on real pants again.”

“Yoga pants are real pants, and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on.”

“Whatever,” Ruby yawns, covering her mouth with her hands. “I’m ready to go home already. Do you think we have time to go home before the game?”

“Considering we have to get out to the stadium in less than an hour and I still have to finish this report for Walsh, I’m thinking not.”

“Ugh,” Ruby groans, propping her feet up against the walls like she owns the place, “why does he continue to exist? Can’t he go work in another department or something?”

“I imagine,” Emma sighs, twisting back in her chair to actually get work done on the report, “that he stays simply to annoy me, but I tend not to think about him too much.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because you’re getting fucked much better now.”

Emma huffs. “Why are you the way that you are?”

“You know, I think it comes from being raised by my grandmother instead of my mother, and I –”

“Rhetorical question,” Emma hums, pulling up her file with her notes from the last few games up so that she can fill the last bit of information in while they talk. “So, Ruth has asked me if I want to bring Killian to Portland.”

“I thought you just said that we couldn’t say his name.”

“We can’t yell it with the door open. We can say it quietly in here.”

“Gotcha, gotcha,” Ruby sighs as Emma keeps working. “How do you feel about the boyfriend going home to meet Ruth? That’s kind of a big step. I mean, he’s already met David and Mary Margaret, but that’s different. They’re more like friends than anything else.”

“Yeah, I’m aware of that.”

“This is, like, ‘I see a future with you and want everyone I love to love you’ kind of stuff.”

“Are you trying to freak me out?”

“Only a little. I could have brought up marriage and babies, but I figured that would have you jumping through the ceiling to escape the conversation.”

Emma’s heart kind of feels like it’s going to jump through the ceiling of this conversation. Why did she even bring this up? Probably because she does actually want to talk about it, and Ruby will be the most honest with her because she doesn’t seem to have any kind of filter in that wonderful brain of hers.

‘Yeah, let’s avoid the marriage and babies stuff.”

“Okay, so barring those things,” Ruby sighs, getting up from the chair to perch herself on the edge of Emma’s desk so Emma can actually see her while talking, “how do you feel about this? I know you love Killian because you guys are ridiculously adorable together, which makes me happy for you even if I sometimes find it disgusting, but I also know that you like to freak out about relationship stuff.”

“I’m…” Emma rolls back in her chair and tilts her head up to look at Ruby while she tugs her bottom lip with her teeth. “I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, really, because Killian has met everyone else and we do travel pretty often together. But that’s for work, you know? This is…this is moving forward in a way.”

“That’s a good thing, hon. People in good relationships move forward. Graham and I dated for awhile, then moved in together, even if you do live with us because rent is ridiculous, and then one day we’re going to get married. When you love someonesomeone,who is good to you, that’s what you do, even if every relationship roadmap is different with different destinations. It’s scary as hell, but sometimes you’ve got to do scary shit.”

Sometimes you’ve got to do scary shit.

“You sounded really philosophical until you got to the end there.”

“Eh,” she scoffs, flipping her hair over her shoulders, “I think all great philosophers should talk like me. It’s real. Good advice doesn’t have to be poetic. It’s just got to be good.”

Emma hums in response, crossing her legs over each other and readjusting her position while she thinks over everything that Ruby has just said. “So, you think I should talk to Killian about it and then text Ruth back?”

“That’s exactly what you should do. And then you should finish this damn report, send it to your asshole ex with a picture of a middle finger attached, and then we should get something to eat on the way to the stadium.”

-/-

The Yankees win an easy game against the Orioles that afternoon, as they usually do, and it’s a smooth day at the office for all involved. Killian is particularly cheeky in his post-game interview, he and Will bantering off each other, and Emma has to bite her tongue to keep herself from telling Killian that she loves him live on-air.

Talk about a disaster waiting to happen there.

-/-

“Darling, can you get me a napkin?”

“Get it yourself, Jones.”

“Emma is literally standing in the kitchen.”

“You are a big boy. You can get your napkin yourself.”

“You just asked her to bring you a glass of water.”

“That is different.”

Emma rolls her eyes at Ruby and Killian bickering with each other. It’s honestly how they talk. Emma doesn’t think that they’re capable of speaking in normal terms, and as obnoxious as it can be, it’s kind of hilarious. Those two are pretty much a friendship made in heaven because of their wit and ability to make anything a dirty joke, but it results in a hell of a lot of bantering.

Or bickering.

Emma’s not sure which one, but if the look on Graham’s face is any indication, it’s a combination of both.

“We’re going to have to stop allowing them to spend time with each other, aren’t we?” Graham asks as he reaches over her to grab a napkin that the restaurant provided them with when they ordered take-out. “I think they might kill each other.”

“Eh, it might just be the natural progression of things.”

“True. Might as well just let it happen.”

“I can hear the two of you,” Ruby huffs, leaning over from the couch so that she can get a handful of chips out of the bowl before standing and walking to the kitchen, “and it’s totally not cool that you’d just let the two of us die. You are supposed to love us.”

“To be fair, I just met Killian, so I’m not sure that we love each other quite yet,” Graham teases.

Killian winks, the biggest smirk stretching across his lips, and it makes Emma’s stomach flutter. “Give it time. I’m irresistible. Ask Emma.”

“He’s not,” Emma sighs, taking the napkins out of Graham’s hands and walking them the few feet over to Killian before sitting down next to him on the couch, plucking a chip from his plate instead of the bowl. “He pretty much had to beg me to get me to date him.”

“Um, no, you definitely asked me out, Swan.”

“Only because you wouldn’t ask me out.”

“We have talked about this,” Killian breathes, scooping up a forkful of his rice. “And besides, it’s a moot point now.”

“Maybe. Are you going to eat the rest of your queso?”

Killian hands her his bowl in answer. Him watching his eating habits more carefully is quite possibly the best thing that’s ever happened to her even if she has to cut down on the pop-tarts in the morning. That’s probably for the best. She’d rather waste her calories on things like queso and grilled cheese. Killian has learned to make a really good grilled cheese sandwich, and that may be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for her.

Obviously she has some really high (low) standards, but it’s the little things.

Cheese is the way to a woman’s heart. At least to hers. There are some crazy people out there who don’t like cheese.

Crazy.

“Why didn’t we get margaritas with our food again?” Ruby asks as she and Graham both settle back into the living room. They barely have enough room for the three people who live here, let alone four. “I really want a margarita.”

“We’ve got an eleven o’clock game tomorrow.”

“You two do. I don’t.”

Emma reaches to the side to slap Killian’s shoulder, nearly spilling her queso dip, and what a tragedy that would be. “You have training.”

“Not at eleven in the morning.”

“Poor people having to wake up and be at work before nine in the morning to start work at eleven. However do all of you live?”

Everyone’s eyes move toward Graham, evil stares likely there, and instead of backing away, he shrugs his shoulders and takes a bite of his taco, completely unbothered.

“Shut up and eat your tacos, babe.”

He holds up the taco he just took a bite out of. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Killian chuckles beside her, lifting his arm over Emma’s shoulder so that she can lean into him and into his warmth. “And you say Ruby and I bicker.”

“I’m starting to think maybe it’s Ruby that’s the problem.”

“I,” Ruby scoffs, reaching forward to grab the remote to turn the TV on, “am picking the movie we watch tonight because all of you are assholes, and I deserve this.”

They watch Pride and Prejudice because it’s the first thing Ruby finds on TV, something that Emma definitely isn’t going to complain about. She’s usually not one for period romances, most of them a little too damsel in distress with no backbone for her, but this is one that she can appreciate. Plus, Keira Knightly is pretty much the greatest at being in movies that aren’t modern. The woman wouldn’t know how to act in a movie where cell phones exists.

(Okay, maybe she would, but that’s entirely beside the point.)

Ruby and Graham go to bed before the movie is even over, Ruby falling asleep on the couch with chip crumbs on her shirt, and Graham has to coax her into getting up, telling her that she’s not going to be able to move her neck in the morning if she doesn’t move. Ruby pretty much tells him to fuck off in that charming way that she has, but she does get up, slowly wandering back down the hallway to their bedroom until the door shuts behind her.

She and Killian manage to make it until the end, and even though she’s been up since early this morning and spent so much time outside, Emma’s not tired. She’s not tired as she and Killian move to clean up their food, wrapping up the leftovers and putting them in the fridge, before moving back to her own bedroom so that they can go through their routines to get ready for bed. Emma kind of feels like they’ve been spending most of their nights together even though she knows that it’s not true. It’s been two or three times a week, mostly depending on her schedule or Killian’s game schedule, and it’s not something they ever really plan.

But she likes having him here or likes being over at his place, even though she isn’t the best at sharing the comforter or not sprawling out in the middle of the bed, and it’s a nice thing to get to have someone to spend time with like this.

Today has been a good day.

Killian is in bed before her, the white of her comforter pulled up over his lap to cover his sweatpants, and instead of getting under the covers herself, Emma moves to straddle his lap, placing her knees on either side of his thighs while her hand plays with the chain around his neck, moving the cool metal back and forth in her palm.

Killian arches his right brow at her, that side of his lips tugging up to, and it makes her laugh before she places her hands on his bare shoulders all the while Killian reaches up to tuck her loose strands of hair behind her ear, thumb running across her cheekbone in a gentle motion.

His eyes could not possibly be more blue.

“What is it that you think you’re doing, Swan?”

“What do you mean?”

A low hum comes from Killian as the hand that’s not caressing her cheek moves to her waist, snaking up underneath her t-shirt to rest against the bare skin of her stomach.

“This position isn’t exactly indicative of us going to bed.”

“Is it not?” Emma teases, dipping her head down to press her lips to the tip of his nose. “Because I’m very comfortable right now.”

She does a pointed roll of her hips and revels in the way that Killian’s eyes shut at the movement.

“I think the queso is getting to that head of yours.”

Emma shrugs. “Maybe.”

“Definitely.”

And then Killian is tugging her closer and moving his lips over hers, soft and slow and completely and utterly thorough while his hand tangles into her hair, fingers pulling at the strands, and her hands move from his shoulders to his neck, holding him steady. He tastes like her toothpaste, far too minty, and his skin smells like the soap she keeps next to her sink that definitely should not be used for skincare. It’s weirdly refreshing for him to smell like her things, if not a little overwhelming. Last week she used Killian’s bodywash when she was at his place because she didn’t have any of her own, and while she used to be entirely attracted to the smell, carrying it around on her all day was far too overwhelming.

How do men live smelling that strongly of some kind of Irish spring or mountain brook?

That’s not how either of those things smell either. Or, at least, she thinks.

But that’s entirely beside the point when shivers are spreading across her body at the feeling of Killian’s tongue moving inside her mouth. It’s warm and wet against hers, the feeling that same high that she always seems to be chasing with him, and her fingers inch up his neck to curl into the thick strands of his hair while she groans.

“Bloody hell do I love that sound.”

Heat immediately rises to her cheeks, but it’s also curling between her thighs at the heady sound of Killian’s voice and the demanding pressure of his kiss as his legs shift beneath them to move the two of them until Emma’s back is pressed against the mattress and Killian is hovering over her, his lips trailing across the expanse of skin at her neck that has the simmering heat between them continuing all the while Emma tries to catch her breath.

Every time she thinks she’s got it back, though, Killian nips at her collarbone or nibbles on her ear, and it all evaporates into thin air.

“Oh fuck,” Killian grunts, and Emma takes it as an invitation to trace her nails along his back, pressing her hips up to his to get a little more friction. “No, love, fuck.”

Her eyes snap to him at the more pained exasperation in his voice, and it’s then that Emma realizes that he’s stopped kissing her neck and has his forehead pressed there instead, his body not moving over hers.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“My,” he grits, his voice dark but not in the way that she wants it to be, “leg is fucking cramping.”

Emma doesn’t mean to, not really, but the laugh bubbles from deep within her belly until it’s passing through her lips and she can’t contain herself. It’s not really even funny. Cramps and weird noises and all of that jazz are as normal as can be during sex – don’t even get her started on lock jaw – but it’s usually not when they’ve only been making out for five minutes. This is some kind of new record.

“I’m glad you’re so amused by my pain, love.”

“No, no,” she laughs, wishing that she hadn’t but still not able to stop herself, “I promise you I’m not.”

“Then what the bloody hell are you laughing at?”

“Your pain.”

Killian groans before rolling off of her, the loss of his body heat immediate, and she watches as his arm reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, his eyes still shut so tightly that those little crinkles have shown up around his skin. It’s adorable even if he’d probably like to chop his leg off right now.

“I hate you.”

“That is entirely untrue,” Emma sighs, leaning down to brush her lips over his cheek before moving across the mattress so that she can grab onto Killian’s leg and rest his calf on her lap, fingers digging into the flesh to start to massage it. “I have it on good authority that you love me in spite of all of the weird things about me like the fact that I laugh at your cramps.”

Killian’s hand moves from his face until his arm is flopping against the mattress in what has to be the most dramatic fashion in the world. “That’s probably the least weird thing about you.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the weirdest?”

Killian props himself up on his elbows, his eyes obviously taking her in as he thinks, and she squeezes his calf a little bit too hard in response. “You put too much creamer in your coffee.”

“That’s a cop out answer.”

“Nope. It’s my honest to God answer, love. That is the weirdest thing about you.”

“The weirdest thing about you is the fact that you organize your t-shirts by year that you got them instead of color or putting your favorites up front.”

“I don’t believe I asked for your opinion on that.”

“No,” Emma shrugs, squeezing his calf where she can see the muscles twitching, “you didn’t, but I thought I’d give you my opinion anyways since you’re not being honest with me about what you find weird about me.”

Killian rolls his eyes before falling back down to the mattress, strands of hair falling over his forehead. “You have too many blankets. It’s not…I mean, you do a million little things that are different or quirky, but I don’t find any of them weird. Not really. But you collect a hell of a lot of blankets. You’ve probably spent thousands of dollars on them. I swear, you’ve brought a different blanket on every road trip we’ve had this year.”

“That is not weird.”

“Neither is my t-shirt thing.”

“Agree to disagree,” she sighs, pulling a pillow behind her back so that she’s not hunching over. “And you have never complained about having use of one of my blankets before.”

“Nor you my t-shirts.”

“This is true.” Emma keeps working at Killian’s calf, feeling the muscled skin under her fingertips, and she figures now might be the time to talk to him about Ruth. It’s not like he can run away. Well, he could, but she could probably run faster than him now. “So, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Killian’s body stiffens. “And you saved it for when I can’t run away?”

Great minds think alike.

“Yes, because I knew you were going to cramp while we were making out.”

She rolls her eyes but still smiles at the way Killian’s forehead is wrinkled with the raise of his brows. His face can hold so many different expressions – from soft to broody and from sexy to amused – and she likes that he often gives away what’s going on in his mind through them, even if he doesn’t always.

“You are evil like that.”

“I know,” Emma shrugs before putting a little more pressure on Killian’s calf so that he groans. Definitely a different groan than what was happening before. “So, Ruth texting me today and asked if when I wanted to come visit. She’s been on me about it for a few months now even with her coming here, but I probably should go home when the season is over. And I was wondering if you wanted to come with me.”

They’re simple words, but the weight behind them makes Emma feel like she’s just been run over by a truck.

She’s absolutely great at being an adult.

The best.

Her heart is probably going to implode.

“Well,” Killian sighs, propping himself up on his elbows again, “I’d have to check my calendar. You know, I am a very popular man, and many women ask me to go home with them to meet their mothers. I have to make sure that I’m not scheduled to do that with someone else.”

“Asshole,” Emma huffs as she slaps Killian’s leg and pushes it off of her lap so that she can get off the bed. “You’re an asshole.”

“I’m feeling a little bit of de ja vu with you calling me that.”

“You deserve it.”

“Hey,” he sighs, stretching across the bed to grab at the bottom of her t-shirt until he pulls her back down onto the bed with him so that she roughly lands on the mattress and against Killian’s knee. It’s not exactly comfortable, but Killian shifts and caresses her cheeks with his hands, pushing her hair back while he looks at her. “I’m kidding. I would love to get to go to Portland with you to meet Ruth. I really do have to check my schedule, especially with how we do in the post-season, but I’m more than happy to go with you and get to hear all kinds of stories about you as a teenager.”

“Yeah, you’re not allowed to ask for any stories when we go.”

“I’m one hundred percent asking for stories.”

“No. You can’t do that because – ”

Killian doesn’t let her finish her protest, pulling her forward to press his lips into hers, a soft yet insistent thing that has her forgetting her argument. He’s good at that. Probably too good, but that’s definitely something she’ll address at another time.

A time when he’s not doing that thing with his tongue and his teeth that she likes so much.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Emma stops, possibly against her better judgement, and Killian pulls back only to bury his face in her shoulder.

“W-what?”

“My leg is cramping.”

Killian groans into her neck before wrapping his arms around Emma’s waist and pulling her down alongside him so that they’re a tangle of limbs that very well may never be unwrapped. She wouldn’t mind that either, not if she can stay in the dim light of her bedroom with Killian holding onto her and looking at her like she put the stars in the sky and tells them to glow every night.

No one has ever looked at her that way before.

Ever.

She’s really damn happy.

“I love you,” Killian breathes out, and her heart metaphorically skips a beat while she reaches for his chain between them so that she can run the metal between her fingers. “More than anything, I think.”

Well damn. Who knew three little words added to those big three words could completely change the meaning of it all? Or, at least, amplify them.

“I love you too, twenty-nine.”

Killian shifts again, pressing his back into her and pulling her closer, as if that was possible, and she can feel the scruff on the underside of his chin pressing into her temple while he intertwines their fingers and moves their joined hands to rest between her breasts.

“I’m serious, Emma. I know…” Killian takes a deep breath, one that she can feel in her own bones, and she has to swallow down the emotion that she feels at just the gravely sound of his voice. “Thank you for trusting me enough to take this shot with me. I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and I kind of thought that I’d reached the pinnacle of happiness last year when we won.”

“I mean, you did win the World Series,” she says, trying to play off some of the emotions she’s feeling. “What could be better than that?”

“Don’t you know, Emma?” Killian speaks into her hair, pressing a kiss there that has her lashes fluttering closed against her cheeks. “It’s you.”

#catch me if you can #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic #captain swan

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eternalstereksecretsanta · 7 years ago

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i wanna get you in my spaces

@kiradeservesbetter | AO3 | I really hope you like this!!!! also I tried to tie in the whole ‘rare mythical creature thing’ with the ‘Derek’s allergic to cats’ thing!!

Rating: T

Stiles is different when he comes home from college. He’s more calm which leads everyone to assume that’s he’s more grown up and has started to regulate his adderall intake. But then the sneezing starts. Derek, in all his time of being alive, has never once sneezed due to anything other than Peter dumping a whole bowl of pepper over his head. So it’s weird that when Stiles walks by him, he sneezes three times in a row. Stiles turns and his brow furrows. “Dude, did you just sneeze?”

Derek looks confused as he takes the tissue Kira’s extended to him. “Yeah. I did.”

“Wait, werewolves sneeze?” Scott asks, face screwed up in confusion.

“Not usually. The last time I sneezed, I was 12 and it was Thanksgiving. Peter poured a whole bowl of pepper on me.” Derek tells them, rubbing at his eyes.

“Dude, are you having an allergic reaction?” Stiles asks him, looking at Derek’s now red and puffy eyes.

Derek sneezes again and groans. “I’m a werewolf, I can’t be allergic to anything.“

"Cats.” Lydia says from her spot on the couch. She looks up from flipping through a magazine with Harry Styles’ face on it.

“What?"

"Werewolves can be allergic to cats. Well, felines in general. Lions, tigers, panthers.” Lydia tells him, pursing her lips.

“Oh my!” Stiles says dramatically, earning double glares from both Lydia and Derek. “I’m shutting up."

"Do you have a cat, Stiles?” Derek growls out, clenching his jaw.

Stiles’ face pales and his lips part. He’s silent for a minute before saying, “Uh, no. But there’s a cat that was at the park today when I went for a run. I stopped and it rubbed on me some."

Derek huffs and stomps upstairs, grumbling that he’s going to take a shower. Stiles sinks onto the couch and wonders how he just got away with that big fat lie.

The next time it happens, Derek’s pushing him against the door of the newly finished Hale house and kissing him. "Built this damn house for you, for us.”

Stiles chases Derek’s lips but pulls away when Derek sneezes repeatedly three times. “Uh, you been around a cat?”

Derek glares, “No but, I’m certain you have.”

Stiles’ jaw drops. “Wha- Uh- Why do you always assume is my fault?”

“Because it usually is.” Derek tells him before sneezing again. “Stiles. Do you have a cat?”

“No! I went and saw Scott earlier at the clinic. That’s probably where I got cat hair on me.” Stiles explains. “Why would I keep a cat around knowing my boyfriend is allergic to them?”

Derek pauses before a little smile creeps it’s way onto his face. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Stiles gapes for a moment before wetting his lips. “Well, uh, I mean we’ve had sex multiples times a week for the past month. I just assumed that’s what you were. Unless you’re just looking for someone to keep your bed warm. In which case I have to say I’m not the best-”

“Stiles.” Derek cuts him off. “You’re my boyfriend.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Derek tells him, beaming. He leans in and before his lips even touch Stiles’, he sneezes. “Are you kidding me?”

Stiles holds back a laugh. “I think I have some allergy medicine in my book bag.”

Derek huffs, stalking over to the couch. “Next time, how about stay away from the cats at the clinic?”

“Will do, sugar tits.” Stiles tells him, flopping into the recliner.

“Don’t call me that."

Later that night, Derek is asleep and Stiles is staring at the ceiling. He knows he needs to tell Derek. Or Scott. Or somebody. Hell, even his Dad would be good. He’s aching for an alpha. He didn’t even know lions could need an alpha. But, maybe werelions were a different thing.

He rolls on his side and stares at Derek. He knows if he opens up the ability to take an alpha, Derek will feel it. But he doesn’t know if he’s ready for that. He and Derek just got their footing in this relationship. Adding the beta/alpha relationship into the mix? It would add such a toll that Stiles isn’t sure if they’d make it.

Derek shifts, turning and opening his eyes to find Stiles staring at him. "What, are you Edward Cullen now?”

Stiles laughs, “Baby. I really hate to break it to you but, if anyones Bella Swan in this relationship, it’s me.”

“Oh, yeah? How so?"

"Well, son of the sheriff for one. Two, I’ve totally got the whole big eyed, die for my boyfriend thing down pat. And three, you’re the mythical creature here.” Stiles explains and Derek snorts.

“Jacob was the werewolf in those movies.” Derek points out.

“So, what? You’re the best friend that pines after me? I think that would make Lydia, Bella and me, Jacob.” Stiles says, pulling a face.

Derek laughs, moving so he’s hovering over Stiles. He leans, down placing a quick kiss on Stiles’ lips. “How about, you’re you and I’m me and Lydia doesn’t enter our pillow talk again?”

“That was pillow talk?” Stiles snorts, earning a pinch of his nipple from Derek. “Okay, okay! Geez.”

It’s two weeks later and Stiles is channel surfing on Derek’s couch. Lydia and Cora are cuddling together on the loveseat, whispering about something on Cora’s phone. Kira’s working on her algebra homework in the recliner while Derek is reading over her essay to make sure everything looks okay.

Scott bursts into the door and he’s soaking wet from the rain. He’s panting and Derek sets the paper down and take his glasses off. “Scott?”

“Something… I just had a jogger bring a dead omega into the clinic. It was… This is going to sound crazy but, the wounds were consistent with a lion attack.”

“A lion?” Lydia asks, eyebrows drawn together. “Scott, are you sure Isaac didn’t slip something into your coffee this morning?"

"Hey!” Isaac says from the kitchen doorway.

Derek rolls his eyes, “Scott, are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” Scott tells him.

Stiles shifts and sighs. “A lion? I mean, we don’t have lions here. Unless one escaped from the zoo or something.”

“That’s the thing. It smelled… there was two scents of two different omegas on the wolf. I think… Are werelions a thing?” Scott asks, eyes wide. He takes the towel Isaac brought him and runs it over his hair.

Derek shifts, “It’s not common but, not impossible. My mother once travelled to Africa and helped an alpha there take down a rabid werelion there."

"My alpha, in South America, she spoke of a Alpha werelion that lived in New York. She contacted me around January of this year. Said he'd gone crazy and bit a bunch of people. She knew Stiles lived there, wanted to make sure everyone was okay.” Cora says, sitting up. “Last I heard, the Alpha was taken down. They only found three of the people he bit. He bit four.”

“So, what? There’s still a werelion out there? And he could’ve travelled here?” Kira asks, confusion filling her face.

“It’s possible.” Lydia tells her.

Stiles knows when Derek figures it out. The way he’d been silent since Cora spoke. The way his face had been nothing but calculation since then. And then he looks at Stiles and he knows. "Stiles.“

"I’m sorry.” Stiles says, swallowing hard. “I..”

“Why didn’t you tell me?"

"What’s happening right now?” Scott asks, staring at Stiles.

Stiles’ eyes are welling with tears. “Five months ago, I was walking home from the library. It was around three in the morning. Something…. attacked me. I got bit. I went home and put a bandage on it because, it was just an animal bite. I stabbed the thing with a wolfsbane syringe and ran. But, the next morning… the bite was gone. Disappeared, as if it had never happened. I thought I made the whole thing up. But then, I could hear better. And see better. And smell better. And then it was the full moon and I was shifting into a lion."

"Wait, so you’ve been hiding this for months?” Isaac asks, stepping into the living room more.

“I… Yes?” Stiles says, taking a deep breath. “I just… I didn’t-”

“Didn’t what?” Scott yells. “Know how to tell us? We’re all aware of the werewolf secret in the world!”

Stiles looks down at his hands. “I freaked out. I never… I didn’t want this for my life. I didn’t want to worry about new moons and having my boyfriend as my alpha. I didn’t want this. I didn’t ask for it. I just… I needed a minute to process this for myself.”

“A minute I understand. But months, Stiles?” Lydia asks, raising her eyebrows.

Stiles looks at Lydia and then back to Derek. Kira speaks before he can answer, “Maybe we should all calm down for a second. Let Stiles and Derek talk about this without all of us inserting our own opinions.”

Derek and Stiles quietly stare at each other until the pack is outside. “You should’ve told me.”

“I know.” Stiles whispers.

“You should’ve told me!” Derek yells, standing up.

“I know.” Stiles says again.

“I mean, God, Stiles! Seriously?” Derek yells, turning away from him. “A lot of people lied to me, I never would’ve thought you’d be one of them."

"Hey! You don’t get to compare me to Braeden or Jennifer! And you sure as hell don’t get to compare me to Kate!” Stiles yells, standing to his feet.

“Yet you lied to me!” Derek screams, turning to face Stiles. “Just like they did, Stiles! You lied! To me!" Derek stabs his finger into his own chest, tears in his eyes.

"And I’m sorry for that!” Stiles yells. “But, I did what was best for me, Derek! I needed time to process my whole life changing!”

“I’m your boyfriend, Stiles! I should’ve been let in on this process!” Derek tells him, shaking his head.

“Maybe you’re right, Derek. And I am sorry that I hurt you but, I am not sorry that I held this secret from you. I’m happy, Derek. I’m a pretty rare mythical creature. And I’m with the most amazing guy.” Stiles tells him, wiping at the tears on his face.

Derek shakes his head and sighs. “I think you should go.”

“What? Derek-"

"Stiles. Please, go.” Derek says, stepping back from Stiles’ hands.

Stiles doesn’t hear from anyone in the pack in two weeks. Scott just keeps texting him that he’s trying to get them to come around. To get Derek to come around. But, so far, no dice. So, Stiles is floating through his life. And he misses Derek. All the time, he misses Derek.

So when Cora’s phone comes across his phone, he answers after only one ring. “Cora?”

“Stiles? You need to get to the house. Now.” Cora says, before the ling goes dead.

He gets to the house within ten minutes and is running towards the sounds of fighting behind the house. He skids to a stop when he sees everyone taking down wolves and fuck. He realizes it’s a group of omegas after a few seconds of testing the air. His eyes seek out Derek, who’s fighting with what seems to be the leader. Or the muscle of the group. Either way it’s biggest omega out of all of them. But then the second biggest one is heading straight for Derek’s back and suddenly he’s moving, screaming, “Derek, get down.”

He’s shifting and jumping over Derek’s head before he can even think and it feels right to be in his full shift. The omega’s dead within seconds and then he turns around and helps Derek take down another one. He’s fighting for all of five minutes before he realizes all of the omegas are down and everyone’s staring at him.

He tilts his head and rolls his eyes. Scott snorts, “Of course, even in full shift, you’re able to be sarcastic."

He shakes his head and makes his way into the house, shifting back and going upstairs. He’s got pants on and is pulling a shirt over his head before he realizes Derek’s closing the door and leaning his back against it. "Uh, hey.”

“I didn’t know that you, uh, could do a full shift.” Derek points out, eyes not straying from Stiles’ face.

“Yeah. It… I could do it since I got bit. I guess werelions are a little different than werewolves.” Stiles says, tugging the shirt all the way down.

Derek’s quiet and they’re just standing, staring. Stiles sighs, “Are you gonna forgive me anytime soon?”

Derek’s lips quirk up a little before he moves towards Stiles. “I forgave you seconds after you walked out the door. But just like you needed a minute to process your whole life changing, so did I."

Stiles smiles as Derek intertwines their hands. "I missed you. A lot."

"Mm.” Derek smiles, kissing Stiles lightly, “I missed you a lot, too.”

“So we’re okay?”

“We’re okay.” Derek tells him. “Although, that whole 'jumping over my head while shifting’ thing? I think that makes you Jacob."

Stiles shakes his head and leans in for a kiss. Derek pulls back and sneezes three times in a row. He glares at Stiles who’s erupting into laughter, leaning his head on Derek’s shoulder. "We probably need to see Deaton. About your… allergies.”

“Shut. Up.”

(Stiles laughs some more, Derek sneezes some more.)

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Serendipitous Melody 14/?

Summary: Everyone has dreams. You might dream of becoming an astronaut or teacher, or you might want to become a doctor and save as many lives you can. Emma Swan’s childhood dream was being a singer. But with life getting in the way and never finding the courage to overcome her fears, she never had a chance to follow it. That is until a little push from her friends lead her to cash on an opportunity; and, who knows, she might even get more than what she’d wished for.

Rated: T

Word count: ~4.4k

A/N: Luckily I’ve been in a nice writing mood lately so, yeah, mission accomplished a full week earlier than planned *woohoo*. Anyway, this might easily be my new favourite chapter, I had so much fun writing it and I hope you’ll like it too. If you want to scream at me after reading this, do it I love seeing (well reading) your reactions!

Thanks to the wonderful and lovely @mahstatins for her crazy betaing skills and, as always, to all the CS Writers’ Hub ladies for all the sprints and brainstorming sessions.

Tagging some friends: @villains-happy-ending, @stardusted-nymph, @allisonchameron, @kmomof4, @hencethebravery, @katie-dub, @captainwiley, @irishswanff, @thejollypirate, @dassala, @imhookedonaswan, @ofshipsandswans, @legendofthephoenixcs , @the-reason-to-sail-home and @londonsbridge

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(Emma and Killian’s song is, of course, the ultimate Captain Swan song aka Superheroes by The Script).

Links: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9- Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 / AO3

Emma walked towards the stage; her posture stiff, ready for a fight, eyes shining with determination. She was going to talk to him, Mary Margaret had convinced her to.

According to her friend, Killian was in love with her as much as she was with him. And no matter how many times Emma tried to explain to her that firstly, even though yes she could admit she had feelings for him, she wasn’t sure she could call it love, and secondly, she couldn’t possibly love someone she had known for less than a couple of months, Mary Margaret wouldn’t listen. The problem was that whereas her friend believed in love at first sight, true love and all that fairytale-y shit, Emma didn’t. Not at all. She wasn’t going to confess her feelings for him, whatever they were, or some other shit just because her friend wanted her to. No, Emma wanted answers. She thought she knew that Killian and Tink were just friends, but were they actually? After that article, the drama that exploded among the fans and all the other articles that started to pop up in the following twenty-four hours, she wasn’t sure anymore. And yes maybe she was just jealous, but after all, who wouldn’t be?

“Emma!” Killian exclaimed, walking up to her as she emerged from backstage, “Can we… Can we talk for a moment?”

Emma nodded and crossed her arms over her chest. “Go on then. Let’s talk.”

“I guess I should take that as proof you saw that article right?”

“Yes. And the others that came after that one. Twitter too. Everybody seemed to have an opinion on it except you or Tink,” she said flatly.

“Oh,” he said, his eyes widening in shock, “Well, everything they wrote is bullshit, better not to give them any ammunitions. I wanted you to hear that from myself. You know, talk face to face.”

“Really?” she asked, raising her eyebrows, “And why would you have to do that? You can do whatever you want, it’s not like we are together or anything.”

“Yes, really,” he retorted, “Why, are you jealous?”

“No,” Emma said quickly, far too quickly to be convincing. Blushing at the way Killian skeptically arched his left brow, she continued as if nothing happened, “You didn’t answer my question.”

Killian passed his hand through his hair and sighed, “Perhaps it’s because I’d like us to be more than friends, some day.”

“Killian…” Emma started, hoping he wouldn’t read the shock and hope all over her face, “This is not -”

“What? Appropriate? The right time?” He interrupted her in an angry whisper after he took a quick look around to check they were alone. His eyes then focused on hers, the strength of his gaze almost too much for her to hold, “I bloody well know that! But I couldn’t keep this inside for much longer, not when it’s making things worse between us than they already are. I understand if you don’t want to take things any further, but all you have to do is tell me and promise you won’t run away from me anyway.”

“I -” she hesitated, too stunned to process a full sentence, “I’m sorry. I’ve never...”

His face fell, but he still tried to give her a reassuring smile. “There’s no need for you to say anything else. Be ready for rehearsals in fifteen.”

And with that he walked away, leaving a speechless Emma behind.

Nice, Emma. Well done, she thought, wandering around the labyrinth of corridors backstage.

Deep down she had known how much he actually cared for her, but hearing it directly from his lips was another thing altogether. Her heart had started beating so fast that for an instant she feared it would have escaped her chest and her mind went completely blank. She’d only dared to hope he would feel the same for her, but he did, and thanks to that wonderful display of those communication skills of hers, now he thought she didn’t.

Chocolate. She needed some chocolate. Ice-cream would have been ideal to get some sugar courage before facing him again but all she had at hand was a little money and a vending machine. But of course, when she was only a couple of moments away from her chocolatey pick me up, the thing got stuck between the support and the plexiglass.

“Oh, come on,” she groaned, hitting the machine to make her Apollo bar fall down.

“Bad day?” A voice asked behind her.

Emma shot a quick look behind her back and then focused her attention back on her still stuck snack.

“You could say that,” Emma said with gritted teeth as with a last punch she managed to get her packaged chocolate fix, and added, turning around to face Tink, “Pretty used to bad days by now.”

Tink smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be. This isn’t your fault.”

Tink gave her a tight, unconvinced smile before changing the subject. “Shouldn’t you be rehearsing your duet with Killian now?”

Emma sighed, “I still have a few minutes.”

“Is everything alright?”

“I...” Emma hesitated, tilting her chin down. Truth was she really didn’t know what to say. Well, yes things were not okay but it still was partially Tink’s fault for not telling anyone but her friends about her ‘secret boyfriend’.

“Is it Killian? What did he do?” Tink asked, worried by her reaction.

“No, no. It’s me,” she finally admitted, hoping she would stop asking questions, “I fucked up.”

“I doubt you did. That man loves you too much. I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure he has already forgiven you.”

“I - What?!” Emma stuttered. She just couldn’t believe what she had just heard.

This must be a joke. He can’t already be in love with me, we only met a few weeks ago, Emma thought. Tink, just like Mary Margaret, must be mistaken. He’d practically just admitted he liked her yes, but love? No way.

Tink looked incredulously at her, as if she thought this wasn’t news to Emma, “I’ve known Killian for years,” she insisted. “And last time I saw him like this it was with Milah. He loves you, Emma, and I think you love him too.”

Okay, no, this was definitely too much. “Wait. Why are you telling me this? I mean aren’t you two,” Emma gestured vaguely, “a thing?”

“Oh, I’m gonna kill him!” She exclaimed, “This is about the pictures, isn’t it? Didn’t he tell you anything? I thought he would have.”

“Well, he said it was all bullshit but I was bit jealous, I guess, and…”

“And it’s hard to believe such a thing when everyone and everything is screaming at you otherwise,” Tink completed the sentence for her and added, reaching for her arm to give her some reassurance, “Trust me I know how you feel. I saw my boyfriend’s reaction too many times during our first months together to not understand. It’s never easy for him, but it’s getting better. He wasn’t even mad yesterday. But probably that’s because he knows that Killian is like a brother to me.”

“Why haven’t you two told the world you are together?”

After letting out a sigh, Tink explained, “Jefferson is not a model, nor an actor, nor a musician. He is a doctor and he got dragged into this crazy world where privacy basically has no meaning thanks to me. Like everyone who isn’t used to it, seeing his personal life in magazines, being followed around, photographed while getting your coffee is disquieting. Also, he has a daughter, Grace. When we started seeing each other we didn’t even have to think twice about keeping our relationship off the spotlight for her sake and protection. She’s only 9 now, and she has just started seeing me as a mother figure a few months ago. Someday I’ll tell everyone about us, but not for a little while. I - we - want Grace to live away from this world as much as possible.”

God, she had been so stupid. She couldn’t believe she had jumped to conclusions so quickly after knowing how ruthless and a sucker for drama and scoop the media is.

“I’m sorry,” Emma muttered as she felt the tips of her ears burning hot in shame, “You know, for assuming what they wrote was true.”

“Don’t be. They can make everyone doubt whether what they say is true or not,” Tink gave her a bright smile, “Now go! I think your time is up.”

Smiling back at her, Emma started jogging on the way to the stage, but she suddenly stopped. “Tink wait,” she called after her turning around again, “Is there anyone else suspecting there’s, you know... Something between me and Killian?”

“It’s just me, Belle, Ariel and Robin,” she said counting them on her fingers. “But, don’t worry, we like you, Emma, as we obviously like Killian. We’ve got your back,” she added with a wink.

Emma managed to get on stage just on time, even if she was a bit out of breath from running there.

“Here she is!” Killian exclaimed as she got closer to him, “Are you ready to start, Swan?”

He didn’t even wait for a reply, that he put some distance between them, walking away to fix some cables of the microphones that obviously were just perfect as they were.

“Killian wait!” Emma said, running after him. He slowly looked up at her, as if he feared to meet directly her eyes, and only then she started, “About earlier…”

“No, Swan,” he interrupted her right away, “As I said before you don’t have to explain. I’ve got the message.”

“Even if you got it wrong?”

Killian just stared at her, eyes fixed on hers as his brows knitted together in confusion. He clearly wasn’t expecting her to say that, so, taking advantage of his silence, she started to explain, “You took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to tell you earlier.”

“And now you do?” He asked hopefully, taking a step closer, his hand reaching for a lock of gold waves to secure it behind her ear. He was so close she could feel his breath tingling on her lips. The urge to say ‘fuck it’ to discretion and drag his lips to hers by tugging his shirt was almost too much, the memory of the kiss they shared that night on his couch making things even worse. She wanted so badly to give in, show him that her feelings for him were far beyond platonic. But she fucking couldn’t.

“Yes,” she nodded, taking a deep breath before trying to put into words what she knew she couldn’t really express, “I -”

“Are you two quite done?” the stage manager shouted, making them jump apart, “We are on a tight schedule and no one here wants to go home late this evening.”

“Yes. Sorry” Killian said quickly, securing a mic on his belt and taking another for Emma, “We’ll get started right away.”

She wondered if she should wait to finish what she wanted to say, but he had already thought she didn’t return his feelings once, she didn’t want it to happen again just because they were interrupted. She wanted to fix things between them for once. So, as he lifted her up on the piano, she whispered in his ear, “Killian?”

“Mhm?”

As her thighs gently hit the piano she whispered again, “I really don’t want to stay apart from you again.”

At that Killian tilted his head back, looking at her as if to check she wasn’t joking. His hands were still on her hips, and she swore they stayed like that for hours. But then the spell broke when they heard the drummer giving the orchestra the tempo. Killian reluctantly had to let her and go take a seat on the stool to start playing.

That time he was the one to miss his cue.

Being on a live show was probably the most stressful thing Killian had ever done. Forget the concerts, red carpets, awards and even the interviews with labels he had to do when he first started. Everyone working on Enchanted was on edge, from the producers to the crew and makeup artists. You could just feel the tension in the air. Such an environment certainly didn’t help any of the singers’ nerves, he and the other judges included. Luckily, for this special second part of the semifinals, each contestant got to invite a few friends or family members to cheer for them and with whom they could spend the time before their performance. Killian, Belle and the other judges weren’t so lucky though, so, to escape the madness, they all basically locked themselves in their changing rooms.

It was only when the hand of the clock hit the six, indicating there was still half an hour left to the show, that he got up and left his changing room, headed to the waiting rooms backstage.

First, he found Elsa’s room. She was sitting on the couch already wearing the beautiful light blue dress crafted for her performance and makeup done, but the high heels she had to wear were on the floor next to the other end of the couch, as if the distance would make them hurt her feet any less later. Next to her, a bubbly redhead he recognised as Anna, one of Ariel’s former team members, was chatting away with whom he assumed was her fiancè. If he remembered right, Anna left the show a few weeks ago, when she duetted with the now semifinalist Merida.

After exchanging a few words with them, he moved on to the other end of the corridor, where he found Emma’s room. Like Elsa, she was already ready for the show, not that this time Emma had to spend ages in Costumes and Makeup since her outfit was more close to her style than usual, with boots, skinny jeans and a red shirt. She didn’t look as tense as Elsa was. On the contrary, she seemed pretty calm, laughing at something David had just said along with a petite brunette next to him he assumed was the famous Mary Margaret.

“Oh my God,” the woman sprawled on the couch shrieked, moving her sunglasses from her nose to the top of her head as she sat up.

At the noise Emma turned around to face the door and, when her eyes landed on him, she gave him a bright smile. “Killian,” she muttered, running up to him to throw herself into his arms.

“Hey Swan,” he chuckled in surprise, his nose nuzzling her soft gold locks and breathing in their sweet fruity scent, “Everything alright?”

“Yes, sorry. I’m just excited,” she said, reluctantly pulling away to face her friends. Ruby was still frozen sitting on the couch, whereas Mary Margaret was giving her a strange knowing look that made Emma blush. David instead could have easily been flashing death rays from his eyes at Killian if he were a superhero.

“Killian, this is Ruby,” Emma started, gesturing at her gobsmacked friend, “And this is Mary Margaret, the reason you didn’t die eating those muffin I brought for breakfast a few days ago, and David’s fianceè. Do you remember him right?”

“Of course I do, how could I forget?” Killian winked, making both Emma and Mary Margaret giggle.

“I could say the same thing,” David muttered unamusedly, earning himself a soft smack on the arm from his future wife.

“So Ruby,” Killian started, changing subject to make things less awkward, “Emma tells me you are a fan?”

Seeing Ruby pale at him talking with her, made a soft smile appear on his lips. He missed interacting with fans, especially those that like her turned all flustered all of a sudden at his mere presence. It was flattering, yes, which never hurt, overwhelming too, but it also gave meaning to what he did.

“Yeah...I love you,” Ruby blurted out blushing, “I mean, I love your music.”

Killian smiled, “Thank you, love. That means a lot to me.”

Emma opened her mouth to say something when a voice, coming strong and loud from outside interrupted her, “Ten minutes to go! Everyone get ready!”

“I think that’s my queue. Sorry, love, I’ll see you later,” he announced with a sigh, kissing Emma briefly on the cheek and then turning as if nothing happened to face her friends, “It was a pleasure meeting you.”

“Killian wait!” Mary Margaret stopped him, “You should have dinner with us next week. I mean, if Emma gets to the final.”

“Of course, it’d be a pleasure,” he winked, watching with amusement at Emma’s dumbfounded and flushed face before exiting the room and heading to the door from which he’d have done his entrance.

Soon, cameras and mics were switched on and it was only when he sat on his chair, after Belle announced his name and he jogged through excited fans, that he truly relaxed.

Surprisingly, things went pretty smoothly and he soon found himself singing with Elsa. His was the last team of the night, meaning the first three finalists had already been announced. First was Merida, a Scottish woman with long ginger curls and an enchanting singing voice, for Ariel’s team; second Victor, a tall and slightly vampiresque surgeon with his bleached hair and a surprisingly deep and soothing voice, a member of Tink’s team; and third, for Robin’s team of course, Philip, a bit of a rascal like Killian and, as far as he knew, pretty loved among all the contestants by a large portion of the audience.

Although Elsa’s song was one of his favourites, he couldn’t wait to be over with it and sing with Emma. Luckily for him, it was only a few seconds later that, as the cheers of the audience for Elsa died down and Belle started presenting the last song of the night, stealing the cameras’ attention away from the centre stage, he saw Emma enter the arena already sitting on top of the piano as it was pushed towards him by two members of the crew. The lights then dimmed out, only leaving him under a single ray of white light as he started to play, Emma only a shadow in the dark. As soon as he started to sing, the little surprised shrieks from some of his fans in the audience died down, only to build up again a few moments later when, done with his verse, Emma started hers as she was illuminated by a second spotlight.

As they reached the refrain, Killian stopped playing and helped her down from the piano moments before their voices merged together for the refrain. If someone had asked him if a soft and clear voice like Emma’s would have sounded good with his before he met her, he would have been pretty doubtful. He would have been so wrong though because honestly, their harmonies mixed so well together that he was sure she had ruined him for any other future collaboration. But it wasn't just how their timbres sounded together that made their performance so exceptional, no. The emotion that they had been trying to find back again in the past few days was finally there and he swore they had never been more in sync.

She's got lions in her heart

A fire in her soul he's a got a beast

In his belly that's so hard to control

Cause they've taken too much hits, taking blow by blow

Now light a match, stand back, watch them explode.

The nature of song had a big impact on their performance too. It was so perfectly fitting that it could have had easily been written for them. They were both kindred spirits, him and her, their souls hurt and battered by the unfairness of life.

They hadn't thought of a specific choreography to put onstage, if not for a few things like Emma's entrance, but no one really noticed. It was like they were reading each other's minds, predicting their moves.

As the song came to an end, Killian walked back to the piano, sitting on its stool to play the ending arpeggio. What he didn't notice though was that Emma followed him and positioned herself on the side of the piano with a Cheshire cat-like smile on her lips. Then, to his surprise, as his fingers flew up on the keyboard, she hit softly with a finger the last note for him. On his amused frown, the stage went black again as the audience cheered for them.

After giving her a tight hug, Killian run down the stage’s stairs to sit back on his red chair. As he was met with a bunch of compliments from his fellow coaches, Elsa, who had just come back on stage, hugged Emma before walking up to Belle.

“Wow, good job Emma and Elsa!” Belle exclaimed, “We already knew they were talented, but Killian, you and your girls were something else tonight.”

“What can I say, lass, we love to make an impression,” Killian smirked.

“I’m sure you do,” Belle laughed before turning serious all of a sudden when a girl came in to give her an envelope, “Now the time to laugh it up is over, though. As always, in this envelope there is the name of the one between you two that, thanks to the votes of the people watching us, will join the other finalists and get one step closer to fame and victory.”

A tense silence fell in the theatre as Belle opened the envelope. In that moment all Killian wanted - and he was sure both Emma and Elsa did too - was to get over it and head backstage, but time seemed to stop flowing.

“And the last finalist of Enchanted for Killian Jones’ team is,” Belle announced, making a long pause for effect, “Emma Swan!”

Everything that happened after Belle shouted her name was a bit of a blur. Elsa must have hugged her, she was sure of it. She thought she tried to comfort her friend but she wasn’t exactly certain of it. Backstage Ruby and Mary Margaret basically had jumped on her shouting in her ears how amazing she had been and then it was David’s turn to hold her so tight that for a moment Emma didn’t feel the floor under her feet. Then everyone she met on the way to Costumes gave her a pat on the shoulder or just told her something, but honestly, she didn’t remember what any of them said. Except for Victor, who after saying his congratulations asked her if she could introduce him to her friend, “the one with red lips and beautiful long hair”.

Typical Ruby, winning strangers’ hearts, she thought, chuckling to herself.

She had just gotten back in her clothes, when Emma heard Killian calling after her, as she was walking in an empty corridor on her way to the studio’s hall, “Swan!”

Coming to a halt, she turned around coming face to face with Killian.

“You did it,” he spoke softly, looking almost awed.

“No,” Emma said as she took a step forward, reducing the distance between them, “we did it.”

Killian smiled. “I knew it would have been you, love.”

“Ssh!” She shushed him putting a finger on her lips and then teased him, “Don’t let anyone hear you saying that or they might think there’s something more between us.”

“And is there?” He asked sheepishly, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck in that adorable tick of his. God, he was so adorable she wanted to kiss him. “You’ve been interrupted yesterday, rather rudely may I add,” he continued, “and then you said… So I was wondering…”

“I would love to, if you -”

She didn’t have the time to finish the sentence that his lips smashed against hers. Taking advantage of her surprised gasp, he kissed her hard, running his tongue over her lips. One of his hands fell to her hip, the other moving to her hair as he carefully pushed her against the wall. It was soft, it was passionate, it was messy, and it lit a fire in her belly. He gently bit her lip and she let out a soft moan, tugging the belt loops of his jeans to pull his body closer and arching her back. The feeling of his soft lips on hers and of his hard body against hers sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment, she was thankful for the wall against her back because if he hadn’t pushed her against it, she was sure her legs would have given out by then.

When her hand moved up on the back of his neck, scratching his scalp while passing her fingers through his hair, he moaned her name against her lips, for then leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, making her feel lightheaded.

“Killian?” She whimpered, still trying to catch her breath.

When the only answer she got was a soft hum where he was kissing her behind her ear, she tugged at his hair to make him look at her, even though her body screamed at her to let him do that again. She knew he was a hell of a kisser, but this, this was borderline illegal. It was even better than the first kiss they shared what seemed like a lifetime ago. And that had been a fantastic kiss. If the man could kiss like that, she wondered what else he could do.

“I know it’s not exactly the moment,” she started, brushing away her last trail of thoughts. The task revealed to be impossible though, with the way his eyes were black from lust, his lips kiss swollen and his fingers drawing a pattern on her side where they had found their way up her shirt. ”And I know it sounds very fifth grade-ish but…” she continued, blushing at the craziness of the moment, “I like like you.”

“Good,” he chuckled, kissing away the blush on her cheeks before meeting her eyes again, “Because I like like you too, Emma.”

Smiling, Emma closed the distance between their lips and kissed him again. This time it was soft, gentle, but it still made her feel like she was flying.

They were so lost in each other, that they didn’t hear nor see the flash going off on the far end of the corridor from behind a corner.

#captain swan #cs ff au #cs ff #cs mafia #cs au #my fic #my writing #serendipitous melody #Fran against words #i am so so sorry for that cliffhanger #(no I'm not)

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