#cs go competitive rage moments | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bucklesomeswashswan · 8 years ago

Note

Here is some little prompt for you from your CSSS Emma peered over at the test that was sitting on her marble sink and paused running her hand in her hair. Ok, so this isnt how she wanted this to happen. They had been together for what three months? Two months? It was besides the point because now because of one night of them messing around she was pregnant. Pregnant. She, Emma swan was pregnant. Great. How was Killian going to react?

This is from my CSSS @askthedarkswan and it’s sat in the graveyard of my drafts forever because I could never find what I wanted to say. I had recently written a pregnancy-ish story “Just a Dream” and I wasn’t sure where else to go with this trope. But today I got inspired so I hope you like this and thanks a million for the prompt!!!!

Who’s Gonna Walk You Through the Dark Side of the Morning?

CS AU

Emma sat pressed back in the corner of her tiny bathroom, the cool tile beneath her the only thing that cut through the numbness. And she stared unblinkingly at the test that lay on the floor trapping her in the corner, those two thick lines staring mercilessly at her.

It wasn’t possible.

Well, possible. But it had to be a dream- a nightmare.

She dragged her fingers through her hair tugging at the strands as though the pain might match just a little of the cataclysm raging within her. Stupid. This was so fucking stupid. She had been so stupid. They had been so stupid.

The thought clanged through her. Killian. Oh lord she had to tell him. And then finally her vision blurred with traitorous tears, her nose burning as she bit her lip trying to hold back the sob she felt clawing its way out. She wanted to swallow it, push it all back down inside. Just like her whole life: foster homes, drunk foster parents, bullies at school, forever the new girl, the catcalls from the cars on her way home, the money scraped together from the job at the diner, the nights the cook ‘accidentally’ made an extra burger or grilled cheese. She’d fought her way through all of it, and at last the sob tore from her because she knew this time she couldn’t just ignore it until it passed.

And it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t goddamn fair. She and Killian had only been together by the loosest of definitions for a few months over the summer, and even then she had known they had been better as friends. It was better that they not get too close. No one should be saddled to the train wreck of her life. No one should give up dreams of Ivy league, and that sailing competition because she’d never amount to anything. Always be the girl from the system, messy past, police record, the girl who got pregnant at 18. No one should have to give up their life for that.

It had been a shadow over her every minute they had spent together. That creeping feeling as he talked excitedly about all the places he wanted to travel to, the twist in her gut as she watched some pretty girl with the right clothes and daddy’s credit card flirt with him only for him to walk back to her, the sadness in her smile as he tried to make her laugh. And it had been there that morning down by the docks when she’d woken tangled in him wrapped only in his shirt. She’d known she had to let him go. He was a gentleman and that was the only reason he had resisted when she’d ended it.

Apparently the universe had a sick sense of humor. Because when she had finally done the right thing something like this happened.

Slowly she reached out and snatched up the test tossing it the small trash can and burying it beneath the tissues as though that would erase it. And even slower she eased up onto her trembling legs. She paused as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Eyes red rimmed, skin blotchy and tear streaked, hair limp. It wasn’t the reflection of the girl she had been that summer.

That Emma had been fresher, unafraid. Her hair lighter and her skin a few shades darker. Her cheeks a little fuller from a few weeks full time at the diner meaning she had the cash to not skip meals. And that Emma had put on a bit of mascara those nights she snuck out her window to meet him. That Emma had a hint of a smirk and a spark in her eyes. Careless at seventeen and living for moment and the story.

She stared at this new face in the mirror and she ached for those lost days. Those endlessly long days and the slow fade of dusk, the flicker of fireflies and the crackle of thunderstorms in the air. Her heart throbbed for the careless way they had sat beside the shore with the bottle of whiskey he nicked from his house, warm and forbidden. The way it made those nights fuzzy and had softened out her edges. Free as she had never been. The feeling of his hand in hers as he had pulled her along the spiraling stairs of the abandoned lighthouse so they could watch the sunset from ‘the best seat in town.’ And the feel of his lips on hers when they’d kissed for the first time by the old wishing well in the woods.

Her fingers brushed her now chapped lips and she realized just how much she had missed him these past couple months. The glint in his impossibly blue eyes, his swaggering walk, and that stupid accent. His way of knowing from a glance what was bothering her, the sincerity of his words, his stubborn way of always being there, his tone when he told her he loved her.

Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. Typical that the one person she wanted with her, wanted to talk to was the one person she dreaded talking to, the one person who might never want to see her again if he knew. But facing the dark tunnel before her she wanted his hand in hers and the press of his lips to her hair as he told her again how it was them against the world.

But even if she told him could she ask that of him? After what she’d done, the words she’d had to throw at him to make him finally yield had surely broken them irrevocably.

And still just last month when she’d passed him on main street she’d noticed the way his eyes swept over her and stayed heavy on her back as she’d walked on. And had it even been a week since Granny had remarked that Killian had popped into the diner one night right at the time her shift would have ended if she’d been there.

Her finger shook slightly as she scrolled through the names in her phone. But squeezing her eyes shut and pulling in a shaking breath she chose him.

#cs ff #cs fanfic #captain swan #cs angst #cs au #CSSS #askthedarkswan #corinne does prompts #my writing

92 notes · View notes

seriouslyhooked · 8 years ago

Text

Just a Taste (A CS AU) Part 5/10

AU where Emma and Killian are contestants on the Great American Baking Show and all twelve contestants hail from Storybrooke Maine. In this AU Emma is a book editor by day, while Killian is an architect who just moved to town a few months prior. Expect baked goods, flirtatious interactions, a little drama and a whole lot of fluff with a guaranteed HEA for Captain Swan. Rated M.

Part One Here, Part Two Here, Part Three Here, Part Four Here

A/N: This week brings the fifth installment of ‘Just a Taste’ and as such it brings us a week dedicated to pies and tarts. It also brings an American change up to the show, wherein the producers assign teams for one of the days’ shooting. Hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading!

“Do you think I could give production a receipt for all the coffee I’ve had to consume the past few weekends? Because really, to get out of bed at this hour I’m just downing the stuff.” Killian laughed at Emma’s words, knowing full well that she would never actually try and do such a thing, but he agreed that she made a good point.

“It’s almost like they insist on us looking haggard and delirious this week. 7 AM call time, it’s simply beyond understanding.”

That was exactly what Emma thought. Seriously, getting there every Saturday and Sunday at eight was rough enough, but the full hour earlier… well that was downright torturous. Still, when Killian took her hand in his as they walked from the café towards the filming a few blocks away, Emma felt those ugly thoughts of early mornings subside.

“We might have to reassess our more… inconsistent sleeping patterns during the rest of the competition,” Emma said, expecting a less than thrilled reaction.

The low grumble from Killian brought a smile to Emma’s face. She was only teasing. She loved spending her nights wrapped up in Killian and choosing satisfaction over slumber. Still, watching his blue eyes darken and his manner grow a little more demanding always set a flutter off inside her.

“I would sooner give them my right hand than reconsider those, love.”

Emma shook her head, leaning into his arm as they walked on. They only had a few more minutes before returning to the craziness of the tent, but they were beautiful. Emma and Killian didn’t need to speak or fill the silence between them. This was a relationship comfortable and secure enough to just be, for even without those sweet words Killian always seemed to throw her way, Emma still felt nothing but cherished here walking with him.

“For two people so dead set on privacy, you’re certainly risking it all today.” Emma looked up to find Belle, strolling down the lane the other way about to turn towards the tent with them. “Not that you shouldn’t be. I am all for you guys being America’s hometown sweet hearts.”

“I still find it suspect that part of a home town sweetheart duo could include a Brit, love.” Belle considered Killian’s observation and then shrugged.

“Tell that to your brother. Last week’s episode somehow became the Emma and Killian show, and I just bumped into a flock of tourists at Granny’s in Buttercup and Sexy Captain Hook outfits.” Emma’s jaw dropped at that.

“You didn’t.” The wicked gleam in Belle’s eyes caused Emma to shove at her shoulder. “God that would have been terrible.”

“Not as terrible as what they actually have planned for today. I ran into Tink last night and she told me that we’re doing team challenges today.” Emma and Killian looked quizzically at Belle as they made it to the tent.

“I can’t tell if I believe you or not. I really hope you’re lying again.”

“She’s not.” The defeated voice that rang through the air belonged to Mary Margaret, and honestly she looked like she might cry. Emma moved towards her friend with Belle right there with her, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. “They paired us off, and they put me with Catherine.”

“That’s it – that’s the last bloody straw. Go inside, loves, I’ll figure this out.”

With that Killian was off, storming through the tent until the three friends watched him grab his brother by the shirt and haul him off to the far end of the white big top. While his rage was evident, Killian managed to stay calm enough that his voice didn’t echo through the space. He was clearly giving Liam a piece of his mind though.

“Do you think Killian can get him to change his mind?” Mary Margaret asked, clearly invested in whether or not he could.

“I have to believe that he can. Killian loves his brother, so underneath all that ambition there must be a good person.”

The words were just as much for Emma’s own benefit as they were for Mary Margaret’s. This was an issue Emma had been struggling with for a while at this point, since she couldn’t really understand how a man with a brother like Killian would choose to complicate their life this way. Suddenly, Killian’s voice rose so it was loud enough for everyone to hear as he put a finger into Liam’s chest.

“Either you fix this, or I walk. I don’t give a damn about a bloody contract, and I can bet that my remaining on this series matters more than a one episode gimmick to create a spectacle!”

Without even allowing his brother to respond, Killian stormed off and headed towards Emma. Once there his features softened, even if the anger still clung to his shoulders and caused tension in his person. Emma wanted to reach out and make it better somehow, and even though they had an unspoken rule about touching under the tent, she still did. Taking his hand in hers and squeezing. At the contact, he looked a little surprised but then he gave a small smile before turning to Mary Margaret.

“You’re all set now, love. And rest assured if my brother starts to pull such foolishness again, he’ll get far more than a scolding from me.”

Killian excused himself, citing a need for air, and moved passed them. Just at that moment, David strolled into the tent, picking up on the weird vibes being thrown around, and immediately made his way to Mary Margaret. Now knowing that she wouldn’t be on a team with Catherine, Mary Margaret was doing better, far better than Killian at least.

“David, can you make sure he’s actually okay? Fighting with family is never easy.”

Understanding flashed through David’s eyes and he nodded, heading off to make sure Killian would be alight, but Emma knew he would be. Killian had faced a number of hardships and let downs in his life, but he was a survivor, someone who kept on pushing.

“Whatever you do, Emma, don’t let him get away.” Belle’s words struck Emma right in the chest and gripped her heart tightly. Just the idea that she would ever be without Killian, that things would somehow turn south leading to them not making it, made her heart ache.

“I’m in love with him.”

This was the first time Emma had admitted it out loud, but it felt good to say it. She wasn’t ashamed to care for Killian Jones, wasn’t embarrassed or worried that it made her weak. It was just the simple truth – she loved him, and God how she hoped he loved her too.

“Well of course you do.” Emma’s eyes flashed to Ruby’s who had just joined them and her friend looked at her like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And somehow, I think he loves you even more. It really is adorable, and disgusting or not, it does make great TV, which is probably why Liam can’t let it go.”

“I haven’t told him yet. Killian I mean. Every time I think I’m ready, it just doesn’t feel like the right time. I don’t know… I get too in my own head or something,” Emma confessed and Mary Margaret patted her on the arm affectionately.

“You’ll know when you’re ready, and when it happens, it’s going to be great. But you deserve to take your time, Emma. You’ve been through a lot. Just know that with Killian, your heart is safe.” Emma nodded because she did know that to be totally true. Before Emma could say more about it though, Tink addressed the group at large.

“Alright everyone. As you all know by now, the shooting for today is going to have a pretty significant twist. You’re all going to be working as teams today, now partnered off randomly,” Tink stressed this to Mary Margaret with a silent apology in her eyes. “You’ll be working together on today’s two bakes, and return to individual baking tomorrow for the final show stopper.”

Tink read off the teams then to everyone, and Emma was happy to find that Killian’s words truly had been enough to save them all the drama. Mary Margaret was now working with Tiana, Catherine with Killian, David with Belle, and Emma with Robin. Once the teams were selected, things moved very quickly, and Emma frowned a bit at the change in their stations. She had gotten used to her set up over the past four weeks, but now each individual kitchen was larger, as if two people couldn’t have worked in the original space.

“I think it goes without saying that I have gotten very lucky to have you as my partner, and you have been disappointed.” Robin’s comment pulled Emma from her own internal thoughts and she shook her head, hoping he didn’t really believe that.

“Not at all! I was more just sad that we’re doing another gimmick. I really was hoping this show would be like the British version, and it’s just another example of how it isn’t.”

“All of these competition shows are formulaic and one essential ingredient is drama. Even if it’s not necessary, they throw it in, just to ensure that people will watch. It’s terrible, but it’s also American TV.” Emma smirked at that and pulled back to look at Robin as if sizing him up.

“Is there a lot of television analysis required as a contractor? Here I was thinking you were one of the hardest working people in town, but clearly I was wrong.” Robin laughed, a jovial sound that was infectious as he shook his head.

“No, no TV on the job, but my son loves competitions. Singing, cooking, it doesn’t matter; if they’re racing to the finish for some sort of prize, he’s fascinated.”

Emma smiled at that. She knew Robin’s son, Roland, as one of the little kids who attended every story time session on Monday afternoons after school. Once a month, Emma volunteered for Belle to lead the hour’s reading, and every week Roland was attentive and sweet but funny. Apparently it ran in the family.

“So he must think you’re pretty awesome for being on this show then.” Robin grinned.

“It’s definitely won me some cool Dad points, yes.” Cool Dad points or not though, Roland’s impressions of the challenge didn’t change the extra special twist that the hosts threw their way after Ruby and Graham led the judges in.

“In case you thought all the trouble you’d have to face was this American addition of teaming up, I’m sorry to say that you are wrong.” Emma looked at Robin skeptically at Graham’s words before Ruby filled in.

“Both teammates have brought their intended pie recipe for the day, and now together, we do insist that you use every ingredient on both lists.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Catherine yelled from where she stood behind Killian, but in Killian’s eyes, Emma saw a barely restrained laughter. “Captain Crazy over here brought a meat pie recipe, and I’m doing banana cream. That’s actually repulsive.”

“Good lord! That does sound awful.” Robin’s words and the tone he used, made it impossible for Emma not to smile and she turned to Killian who was shaking his head, surprisingly okay with the change in trajectory.

“Captain Crazy, what a colorful nickname.” That was it, the final straw and soon Emma and all of the others aside from Catherine were laughing. This of course made Catherine more upset, and had Killian dramatically pretending that they were all ‘so rude’ which only set everyone off more.

“Oh enough, it’s not even funny.” Gold’s harsh words as he moved past the hosts to ring the starting bell.

“Buzz kill.” Belle coughed into her hand. Her friend’s continued antagonism towards their judge had Emma continuing to smile, but now they had an actual issue to face – how to make Robin’s traditional apple pie work with Emma’s black berry and white chocolate mouse? It was intensive, trying to decide how to incorporate each ingredient while not creating something with a terrible flavor profile, but through some smart thinking on Robin’s part, they managed to make something that looked pretty good.

“You know, I never would have thought to use the blackberry in the crust. What made you think of it?” Robin shrugged at Ruby’s question as she and Graham came for their typical check-in.

“Honestly? My son. He’s a picky eater at heart. As soon as you say you’ve gone and put a fruit or vegetable in anything he’s suspicious. But if you hide it, or incorporate it into something he’s comfortable with, he’ll try it. You save yourself a battle if you just sneak past the defenses.” Ruby and Graham both seemed to like that answer, giving Emma and Robin space to complete their pie without any more intrusive questions about Emma or Killian.

“Wow, that was like magic. One minute they were here, the next they were gone.” Robin chuckled.

“I gather the single Dad in the competition is not as interesting as the potential love interest story.” Emma sighed, finishing the cross hatching for the top of the pie with precision as she talked.

“That’s probably an oversight on their part. I think Roland is far more entertaining than a ‘will they or wont they’ trope.”

“Well that makes two of us, but I’m also grateful they don’t push. Even if I’m doing it for him, I’m not sure I’d want Roland subjected to this. It’s a strange thing, putting yourself out there for the country’s entertainment.”

Emma agreed, and as they put the pie in the oven, they talked more about the strangeness of the show’s response. Everyone, including Robin, had a newfound fan base and people wanting to interact with them. The show had created Twitter profiles, and a Snap Chat account to keep people interested, and if you monitored them it was staggering just how many people were invested in all of this. It was exciting, humbling, and anxiety inducing all at the same time. Unpacking all of that fun stuff took up their thirty minute bake easily and soon enough the hosts were informing them that time was up.

“And that’s the ball game kids. Wrap it up we’re going home!” Graham’s terrible joke was to be expected, as was the eye roll from Ruby and the shake of her head.

“On a serious note, you guys have all really risen to the challenge today, and if any of these are edible, it’ll be a miracle.”

Everyone laughed at that, and as the judges filed back in there wasn’t that same sense of urgency. Emma wasn’t sure if the others would agree, but for her, it actually felt beneficial to be on a team. At least if she didn’t do well, it wasn’t all on her, and in retrospect, their pie ingredients were far more compatible than many of the others.

“I’m sorry, is this… rhubarb with lemon custard?” Regina’s question aimed at Tiana and Mary Margaret was an attempt at nice, but she was clearly concerned.

“It’s edible, which is more than we an say for that last one.”

When Granny turned back to Killian and Catherine, she was greeted by a friendly wave from the former and a glare that knew no bounds from the latter. It was pretty much the same for David and Belle, who managed to make something the judges would try but didn’t particularly care for. When they arrived at Emma and Robin’s pie, there was a sigh of relief from all three judges. At least appearance wise, this pie didn’t look irredeemable.

“The crust is purple,” Gold noted, though Emma couldn’t tell if it was critique or observation.

“That’s what happens when you put blackberry puree in it.” Gold arched a brow at Robin’s words.

“Sure it’s not just you trying to win over Her Majesty?” Gold motioned to Regina and Emma watched Robin’s jaw tick but where he was clearly going to bite his tongue, Emma wasn’t.

“The only thing we’re trying to win is this round.” Gold barely glanced at Emma, and that prompted her to say something she’d likely come to regret. She coated it in a ‘kill them with kindness’ fake sincerity, but her meaning was clear.

“I can understand you’re jealous that we like Regina more than you, but you should know, the green of your envy and all your gold clash.” The look he shot her could have withered a weaker person, but Emma merely arched a brow, daring him to say more.

“Well whatever color it is, it’s fantastic, easily the best one of the day,” Granny said. Regina could only nod, a little thrown that Gold would make more of those attacks against Robin. She bit back whatever words she had for the man, but if looks could kill, Mr. Gold would be dead ten times over.

Sensing that they were about to have more problems than they could feasibly handle, production moved everyone towards the technical challenge. It went far easier than the mash-up of the morning, and soon enough Emma was on the other side with her friends. She and Robin had done extremely well again, acing Regina’s apple turnover even if they’d had a bit more competition from the other teams. As the day came to a close, and everyone was preparing to return to his or her real lives for the night, Robin pulled Emma aside to thank her.

“What you did before, with Gold, I appreciate it.”

“He’s a bully, and the best way to handle a bully is to cut them down to size with an army at your side. I’ve got your back.” Robin smiled, but Emma noticed his eyes moved to Regina just for a moment, to track what she was doing. “Robin, I hope you don’t think I’m being too forward, but if you like her, you should tell her. Not on camera obviously, but she’s staying in town, and I’m sure you could find a quiet moment to say what you feel.”

“I’ve nothing to offer a woman like her, Emma. She’s beautiful and successful, and a public figure. I’m a single Dad from a small town in Maine building houses for a living.” He sounded defeated, as if what he said was all that mattered. Emma wanted to make sure he understood that it wasn’t.

“When I look at Regina, I see what you’re saying. She is successful, she is a commanding person, but she’s also closed off. As someone who also had walls like that, I can tell you it’s a lonely way to live. So what you could offer her is that feeling of what it’s like to have a home, and to have people who care about you.” At that moment Regina looked across the tent and Emma watched her and Robin make eye contact. “Smile and wave,” Emma murmured and Robin did, causing Regina to blush a bit but smile and nod her own response.

“Thank you, Emma. I’ll think about it.”

That was really all Emma could hope for. It wasn’t her place to push, but she hoped that Robin did take the risk. Something about finding her own happy ending made her want to help everyone else find theirs too. When Robin walked away Emma felt someone stand beside her and looked up to find a smiling Killian.

“I give them one week. Mark my words.”

Emma laughed, and once they were outside the confines of the tent, she pulled him into her for a kiss. It helped to wash away the uneasy feelings that had lingered through the day, the ones about his argument with his brother this morning, and about him having to work with Catherine all day. When they pulled back she saw that easy lightness in his eyes once more.

“For the record, you have a weird sense of humor.” He arched a brow as his hands came around her waist, keeping her close. “When you realized you had to make a beef and banana cream pie, any normal person would have been grossed out. Even Catherine’s reaction I expected, but you just laughed.”

“Yes I laughed! It was bloody ridiculous, and meanwhile I had Catherine beside me who somehow managed to morph her face into an even more sour contortion, which I hadn’t thought was possible.”

“Then she dubbed you Captain Crazy and all bets were off.”

“Aye she did love. But enough of this madness, let’s go home.”

The thought that home meant her and Killian together sent a happy flurry of excitement coursing through Emma, and without further delay, they did set forth into a night away from the lunacy of reality TV

……………………

“I fully understand your hesitation to tell the world our secret, Swan, but I have to say, making something this bloody fantastic has put all of that risk. All I want to do is sing your praises and steal you away where I can worship you properly.”

Emma and Killian were waiting at the end of their Sunday filming for their departure interviews, enjoying the last two pieces of the fruit tart she’d made today, aptly called The Tale of Two Berries Tart. Killian’s words sent a current of desire swimming through her, warming her from the inside out, and she would happily make this strawberry and blueberry confection every day if he’d look at her like this. Luckily for Emma, he tended to look like this regardless of her baking.

“Is it all baking that turns you on or just mine?” The grin he gave her as he moved closer and lowered his voice had her pulse speeding up.

“Allow me to make myself perfectly clear, Emma. You are an excellent baker, easily the best in this competition, and thusly the town. But it has no bearing over my feelings for you. This is one small part of who you are, and I am a fan of every part of you.”

Emma sighed, happy at his response, and wishing that she could be the one to show him what it meant that he was so… well perfect actually. Somehow she’d stumbled across a man, not without fault, but without ones that overtook his person. Deep in her bones she knew that Killian was the only one for her, and soon, very soon, she knew she’d say those three words that had been trying to tumble past her lips the past few weeks. Not here though, and not now. Besides, maybe she still might have the pleasure of hearing him say it first, and knowing Killian such a moment would be brilliant and wonderful.

“Killian, we’re ready for you.” Killian nodded to Tink and moved to the segment just beyond them. He was still in sight, and if Emma listened she could hear him, but another distraction came her way.

“He really likes you, you know.” David came up behind Emma, awaiting his turn for his exit interview as well and Emma smiled. “He more than likes you actually, and I’m happy for him. You’re a good person, Emma there is no denying that.”

“But…” Emma could sense there was more David wanted to say.

“I have no doubt that you love him too, Emma, but if that changes, or if maybe you find that you can’t give him all of you, just do him a kindness and let him go. Not that it would do much good honestly, I think he’s already well into the deep end with you.” Emma might have felt a little insulted, if she didn’t know David’s intentions were honorable.

“I could say the same thing to you. If you mess with Mary Margaret you’ll face my wrath.” David smiled, hands in the air as if in surrender.

“Yeah, both of these warnings are unnecessary, but now at least we can check that off our list of duties to our friends.” Emma smiled, and turned her focus back on Killian who was looking at her and David.

“Killian did you hear me?” Tink asked and Killian returned to look at her.

“Aye, love I did. You asked me if moving to Storybrooke has been difficult, and I can assure you it’s been quite the opposite. In this little town in Maine I’ve found my purpose and my home.” Emma felt her throat tighten, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Killian.

“So you’re committed? To this town.”

“I am fully, one hundred percent. I’m in this for the long haul, and nothing will ever change the way I feel.”

Killian looked at Emma again, just for a moment, just long enough for certainty to cling to her. This was affirmation in the realest way, and any of the doubts that lingered because of her past faded away. She trusted him, and trust was a powerful thing. Tink let Killian leave, and though all she had the ability to do was touch his hand lightly before she herself was called, Emma hoped that he could understand what she was trying to say.

“Sorry for the delay, Emma, but I only have a few questions today. The first being, how you found the days results? You are our star baker.” Emma smiled, excited that she had the honor again.

“It’s always exciting when people like the food you make. Baking should come from the heart. It’s something that takes not just precision, but patience and passion. At least for me.”

“And Catherine went home today. How did you feel about that?”

“I think this was a bad week to be eliminated, if only because we were in teams. If you guys get picked up for another season, I wouldn’t advise doing this again. I doubt there was enough drama to merit the later confusion.” Tink’s eyes portrayed silently that she agreed, but Emma knew the woman had little control over that.

“Okay, last question. When you see your future, on the show and beyond, what does it look like?”

Emma spaced for just a moment for the question was bigger than she’d anticipated, but in that span a lifetime flashed before her eyes, one that was more beautiful than she’d ever pictured. She’d tell Killian she loved him, and he’d say it back. They’d move in together, get engaged, have a big white wedding or perhaps a small one with just their closest friends by the sea. She wanted kids, a big family, like the one she’d always wanted as a child, and through it all, he’d stand beside her. Killian would be her home, and as he’d said, he would help her with her purpose.

“It’s a happy one. Whether I win or not doesn’t matter. I have a life I love, with people who matter to me. I have a family I’ve chosen and a place to call home. So yeah, it’s going to be happy. I’m going to be happy.” Tink smiled and signaled the cameraman to cut. Once sure there was no more recording Tink spoke freely.

“You’re right, you are going to be happy.” Tink’s words meant a lot, even if they were just speculation.

“How do you know?”

“I just do.” Emma grinned as she handed back her microphone.

“Must be magic,” Emma teased.

“Must be. Goodnight, Emma.” Emma said her good byes and once more walked out into the fading light of a Sunday evening. There, waiting, was Killian just as Emma knew he always would be.

Post-Note: There we have it, and no worries, to all of you wondering, the ‘I love you’ moments are coming next chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed and have a fantastic week.

#captain swan #captain swan au #captain swan fic #cs fic #cs ff #cs au #cs fluff #emma swan #killian jones #the whole storybrooke gang #just a taste #just a taste fic #just a taste au #ouat au #great storybrooke baking show #cs au fic #modern cs fic #seriouslyhooked repost

12 notes · View notes