ᴡᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, ᴡᴇ (plunder) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-04-15 08:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma swan, killian jones (captain hook) |
Who: Killian Jones & Emma Swan (with Niko + Meara)
What: Swan drops off some post-honeymoon gifts, they chat about the dreams and Killian gives her a certain pair of scissors
When: After Emma returns from Miami
Where: Haus of Disney Villainy
Rating/Warnings: Talk of Emma biting the dust, but nothing awful
Status: Complete
Miami had been amazing. The hotel and the weather and all of it really. Even the apparent snake hunter that Emma didn’t think was an actual thing at all, but apparently was. Either way, she and Neal had definitely found ways to unwind, relax and enjoy the hell out of their honeymoon. Coming home was nice though, especially since they were officially Mr and Mrs Cassidy, conventional family of four, in a sense. Most of the time, Emma was working outside enough that she could catch a tan fairly easily, but she never really tried to tan, until the honeymoon. It meant she had a nice colour, an almost glow, along with a little touch of sunburn to her nose. But it wasn’t enough to irritate more than when the moisturiser dried up. But she did have some silly souvenirs, just for Meara, since Regina vetoed the keychains, flip-flops and the rest of the tacky little things. She did have something she picked up for Killian that reminded her of him and had sent things off to Mary Margaret and David. Hiking Niko onto her hip, carrying him from the car towards Regina and Killian’s home, Emma let her son hold the little bag that had their prizes inside while she gave a knock on the door. Technically, the littlest Cassidy - and sharing a middle name of Killian’s beloved brother - had just been at the house (for about a fortnight, even) while Neal and Swan enjoyed their honeymoon, but he would never tire of seeing his godson. The bugger was bloody adorable, and he was quite fast with the crawling considering how rotund he was - still with the pudge, yes, but Niko worked it well. He’d sprout up and lose those precious rolls eventually, all that baby fat, so Killian assumed the adults in his life wanted to hang onto those memories for as long as possible. He came to the door and was just pleased as punch to see the visitors. “Back again so soon?” he asked, immediately taking the wee one (and work the arm muscles - Christ, he really was heavy) and acting like a complete dope in the face of such cuteness. Even dastardly pirates weren’t immune. “Meara’s in her rocker,” Killian turned to lead them in, while Niko made noises. Nonsensical ones, but baby babble all the same. “She’s been liking the toys on it.” Finding Nemo, of course, all sorts of fishies and sea creatures. “What’s new, Swan? Make yourself at home.” Admittedly, Killian was glad to see her intact and well. He was trying to figure out how to tell her about the latest concern in Storybrooke, meaning, she had a vision of her own death - but those words were a bit difficult to find. “Yeah, we enjoyed the childless fortnight so much we’ve decided that you and Regina should raise the boys and we’ll just go and live the high life.” Even as she followed Killian into the house, making faces at Meara the moment she saw the little girl, Emma highly doubted anyone would buy her or Neal lasting much longer away from the boys. “Seriously though, we’re just visiting, with presents.” Because you couldn’t really skip getting super cute stuff for babies, even if getting luggage back was a bit of a hassle, it was worth it. She was just glad that Meara seemed to like fish, since Emma’d picked up some stuffed sealife for her from the tourist traps near the beach. “Plenty of presents for the little lady, yeah.” There was a small bag with some dolphin, orca and assorted little fish inside for Meara. “I was gonna get her this super tacky little top, but then I remembered Regina and how she’d probably burn it.” Emma shrugged, plucking the toys out for Meara to see. At the bottom of Meara’s collection of stuffed animals (and yes, Emma did have a problem with saying no to stuffed animals) was a smallish oblong box, a paisley pattern of burgundy and gold over the front with a glass bottle inside, along with a ship that Emma thought bore a not terrible resemblance to the Jolly. “And this is for you. We didn’t do a lot of presents, but I literally could not pass it up.” Because how often do you find something cute and stupid for a pirate? “No doubt she would burn it - Meara’s quite the fashionable baby,” Killian chuckled fondly, setting Niko down so he could wiggle and waggle his diapered bum around and show off his crawling skills. The house was baby-proofed, and there was a gate by the stairs, so Killian would just keep an eye on him as he wormed about babbling to himself and getting into Meara’s toys. They were the best of friends, those two. Then he got started with opening these gifts, how utterly sweet of Swan and her new husband. “Wonderful, she’ll love these,” he said, with a crooked grin, handing Meara the dolphin to squeeze and feel - so sooooooft, and she made a happy noise of delight. “And a mini-Roger, now this I’ll display proudly. You found this in Miami? Must have been meant to be.” He was curious about what it was like there, since he couldn’t recall ever visiting. Most likely a hub of parties, beach sand, and the Kardashians. “How was the trip anyway? Also can I get you a drink - water, tea, something harder?” Fashion baby would be an understatement, but she supposed that with Regina it just made sense, at least the baby wasn’t going to be tiny little pirate baby. Maybe a pirate toddler. Between Regina and Kenzi, the kid was going to be fabulous. “There was a little place beside the beach, just away from the port? Dock? Either way, they had a lot of nautical stuff, some mini-yachts and ships and stuff, but the older ships in the bottles looked the best.” She could appreciate what a ship looked like, and having spent so long on the Jolly during their trip to Neverland, she definitely thought it was fitting to find something looking so similar. “Just a juice or whatever, is fine thanks.” Definitely nothing harder, not while she was running around after Niko and getting errands done, “It was amazing,” besides she was just happy to gush about her trip. “Neal met a python hunter at the bar, and that was an interesting profession. It was a no kind of profession, but we thankfully did not get attacked by giant snakes or ‘gators.” Because that would be a huge no. “But we had an amazing time, it felt so weird, constantly being called Mrs Cassidy, but so fun too.” Python hunter - so many terrible snake jokes to make with that, but Killian would refrain. He was more interested in hearing Swan gush like a schoolgirl about her honeymoon. “And to think you’ll be Mrs. Cassidy for the rest of your life,” he smirked, pouring them both glasses of juice - berries, organic something or another, and it went well with vodka. But he’d leave that particular ingredient out for now. Handing her the glass, he sat on the sofa while Niko banged blocks together and Meara drooled on her new plushie. There was a tooth poking through on her, so she’d been a little fussy - but Niko was old hat at teething by now, being that he was a couple months older. “I don’t suppose you’ve...dreamed more, have you?” Killian asked, testing the waters. This was going to be fun to share. Wasn’t it always? Being Mrs Cassidy was actually really fun, she was sure that eventually it would just be the thing she was, she wouldn’t think much on it, but right then she was always stupidly giddy and proud when she had to change something or someone used it as her name. “It’s nice, I like it.” It felt right. Making sure that Niko stayed relatively in the area, Emma plopping herself on the floor against the sofa rather than on the sofa, taking her beverage with a smile, “Not since we all got back to Storybrooke, after the Underworld and wherever you all went to.” After Robin’s death and Killian’s return and that weirdly emotional rollercoaster. She knew there was more, Regina had mentioned splitting herself into her good and evil counterparts and that hadn’t sounded like a great thing at all. “It’s too much to hope that things are nice and sedate and that it’s an easy time, right?” “Being that it’s Storybrooke? Of course it is,” Killian snorted, dryly sarcastic. Things were never easy in that vortex of hell - it was always something or another going wrong. Like they were all cursed (go figure). He also found it odd that there were stirrings of motherhood in Emma, as in, her wanting to have a baby with him - yet she generally found some excuse to not sleep with him. They’d done the nasty, don’t get him wrong (in dreams - Neal needn’t worry) but it was ‘I have a headache, sorry, dear’ essentially every night. Or perhaps he was just largely motivated by sex, that could be true too. Pirate. Their relationship was so strange there. He much preferred it this way - less complications. Less blue balling for him, since he was in the mood to go at it a good percentage of the time, and had a fiancee who would indulge his need for kinky relations. He glanced up at Meara, boinging excitedly in her bouncer, then down in the depths of his alcohol-free beverage. Blast. “You apparently have a vision of someone murdering you, and there’s a fair bit of drama surrounding that - now you’re trapped in some alternate universe with Regina and like the stalwart boyfriend I am, I refuse to leave you there.” Well, their ‘True Love’ had already been proved on a scale, why not keep testing it? True enough, Storybrooke seemed to just pull the trouble to it, if it wasn’t a curse it was a long lost relative, or someone with a grudge. Something just always seemed ready to bother them all. Death visions and another alternate world? How many alternate worlds could they possibly create? And what happened to them when they left? Was there still that alternate world where Snow was the Evil Queen just existing? Or the one where Snow and Charming met differently? Did that just carry on going until it reached it’s own conclusion? “So, another big bad to battle? Another new world to escape.” Although her and Regina being trapped there was a new development, since it generally was Killian she ended up in alternate places with. “Who um… Who is it that kills me?” She could focus on Niko and Meara, babbling nonsense and bouncing happily, and she could just ignore that odd little swoop in her stomach, because… Well it would be okay. “Have you got to the point where you rush in to save the day?” Because if there was one thing she knew by now, between Killian and Charming and Snow, while she and Regina were somewhere else, they wouldn’t just sit idly by. “We don’t know,” Killian sighed - yes, it would be okay. No one was going to kill Emma here, that he was sure of. But he found it prudent to warn her (he’d have wanted someone to warn him), since it was the chivalrous thing to do. They’d see what happened when she dreamed all of this nonsense for herself. “At first we thought it was Regina’s literal evil twin, but it doesn’t appear that’s the case. Some fellow recently showed up, in a cloak, and he turned the Evil Queen into a viper. I’m sure this is all connected somehow.” But in a loose sort of way - it was honestly like the goings-on were penned by a middle-schooler writing the school play. Or even Henry with his author’s quill and ink. Sometimes Killian had trouble keeping up. He was distracted by the sound of happy gurgling, and saw that Niko had pulled himself up by the edge of the end table and was standing - with such a proud, triumphant smile stretching his chubby cheeks. “What are you doing there, flubber?” he asked the baby. “That sprog really wants to walk. He’s got your husband’s mischievous grin too.” Yet another evil something or other attempting to do bad evil somethings to things. Emma wasn’t sure how many evil whoevers they could possibly cope with. Reforming bad people only went so far, and while sure, it wasn’t like they were having trouble with Maleficent or even Ursula since they got what it was they wanted, Emma was still a little bitter about Zelena and even Rumple just roaming around getting to live their lives. “Evil Regina as a viper, that seems about right.” She supposed that was one way to deal with that. It was worrying, maybe. Someone that could deal with Regina that way, the darkest side of Regina, without killing her but making her relatively manageable. Which made it all the more worrying about the potential of her death. “He’s forging ahead.” Niko was happily bouncing on his feet, grinning and gurgling and oh so very proud of himself. “He’s so much like Neal, his smile and his laugh.” And Emma loved seeing all those little things, the personality developing in him. “It’s so strange, seeing them grow, right?” How different they already were from their little, tiny baby stages. No, whatever was coming from the dreams next, Emma wasn’t losing this. “A bit strange, wondering what they’re thinking and how they see the world,” Killian replied, and then boom - Niko went back down on his bum, since he was still too little to really take those first steps yet. But it wasn’t like it hurt him, since he had a bit of diaper padding going on there. He was back to scooching and crawling a second later. “I’m admittedly fascinated by what Meara does.” He set his glass down, standing up to head for the stairs. “Here, watch them a moment. I’ve got something for you.” Since he told Emma about her death vision, it seemed only fair to give her a dream artifact that should be in her possession anyway. It didn’t take him long to find the Shears of Destiny, where he had the other ‘do not touch, ever’ artifacts - most of them were Regina’s - and bring them back. “I ought to give these to you,” he said, handing them over. “They’re the Shears of Destiny. You almost used them to sever your fate as the Savior. But just in case anything happens, I don’t know. I don’t need to hang onto them for you here.” That was always a big question, when the babies just lay there staring at something, or started babbling away during feeding, like he knew what he wanted to say but was just making those random noises that no one actually understood. Emma had wondered more than once just what Niko thought he was saying, or what he was trying to say. Probably something about not really liking the cauliflower, but then he’d just be copying his big brother. Watching them was literally just watching them, Niko’s little booty wiggling while he crawled around to investigate things, Meara just enjoying gnawing on some of her fish, they were pretty sweet little babies, which honestly probably why Emma was so laid back about motherhood with such a good partner and such a good natured baby. It definitely made it easier on her. When Killian returned with the Shears, Emma was a little surprised but then when she thought about it, Enchanted Forest, they had something for everything. “Almost? I really am a sucker for punishment.” Although she did know that she took the ‘savior’ job a little seriously, more so than when Henry had first showed up. Running her fingers over the markings on the side, she wondered just how things were going to unfold here. “Thanks, it’ll maybe be good to have them, in case.” But she didn’t really have a destiny here, she wasn’t a savior. But better safe than sorry. Either way, Emma would be making her own decisions about her own destiny - Killian had already failed her once, and kept the shears after she told him to get rid of the bloody things. He wasn’t about to do that again, and besides, he had little to no use for them anyway. “Just another bit of oddness from that odd world,” he rolled his eyes, taking Meara from her bouncy seat (she was at the age now where if she wanted to be picked up, she’d hold out her arms and she had that look about her) and settling her in his lap when he sat back on the sofa. She still had the plushie in her grasp, the ‘fur’ of the sea creature now slightly damp with saliva. “It’ll turn out though. I only wanted to warn you, in case you dream of having a vision of some mysterious person stabbing you in the dark. Right, Meara?” The baby cooed at him, and her papa chuckled again, patting her belly. “It does help to know, makes it easier to prepare I guess.” Although it could all go some other way, like with the Dark One curse, that was complex and convoluted and she’d been preparing herself for that trauma when it hit Killian instead. Giddy children aside, and the snuggles that would commence if it all unfolded, at least the Shears were an option she could make if she wanted. “No stabbing, that’s what we’ll hope for though.” Niko plopped himself down, fist in his mouth while he rested from his enthusiastic exploration. “You think things will ever stop being so complicated there?” “Doubtful.” Killian couldn’t help the snort of disdain; such things were inevitable when it came to discussing Storybrooke. “Especially with how easy it is to apparently hop realms now. I’m glad it’s not like that here,” he said. They had enough to worry about, without having to be concerned with falling into an alternate wishverse or whatever the fuck. “And I’m glad that we aren’t living in a house with Rumplefucker chained up in the basement, like, honestly - you realise we shagged in a house where he was unconscious in the basement?” He lifted an eyebrow at her teasingly - for shagged in a house, he’d playfully covered Meara’s ears and she giggled at him, flailing her arms and bouncing like a little Mexican jumping bean. Okay, so maybe the whole dungeon in the lower half of the house wasn’t a great idea but there was a lot about Dark Swan’s decisions that were bad ideas, like everything she did, but still. “Okay that is a little weird and I’m a little skeeved there too, but… Nope, I don’t have a but, all I can think is about him in the basement now.” Rolling her eyes, Emma just figured that it was whatever, teasing or not. “You know that eventually she’s going to hear you and Regina knocking boots.” And Emma was one to use slightly less mentally scarring terms for the shagging. “Unless you guys wanna introduce headphones to a baby.” Yes, Killian knew there would come a day when his and Regina’s precious little girl would likely stumble upon her parents in the middle of something dirty, but it was a beautiful act that - Alright, with them it was mostly dirty. They’d handle it though. “You’d be surprised how quiet we can will ourselves to be,” he grinned deviously. “Kenzi apparently used to live with a succubus in her dreams, and let’s just say that her flatmate there wasn’t as respectful. We’ve managed not to scar my sister yet so hopefully Meara will be alright too.” It wasn’t like Sharkbait didn’t know what they were doing, but no need to be blatant about it. He eased Meara into the crook of his arm, giving her the tip of his index finger to gnaw on since she liked having something to soothe her hurt gums with. “At any rate, make sure to block off beginning of September. We’re aiming for the second, I think. It’ll be our turn for some glorious nuptials.” Then a honeymoon in Spain, which they already discussed - plenty of horseback riding there, for Regina’s entertainment. It was definitely a battle to try not scar the children (or siblings in Kenzi’s case) while not denying themselves their needs and wants, because passions just had to run where they ran. Eventually all the kids would have those horror stories, but maybe not too traumatising at least. “We will most certainly be there! With bells on.” Maybe not bells, but they’d be hard pushed to miss it, that was for sure. “This is the year for babies and weddings and special occasions.” Between Veronica having her baby soon, Caroline getting married, Regina and Killian getting married. “We’re gonna be all partied out by Halloween.” But it was better to have these things to look forward to through the year, because otherwise things just piled up to the stressful dream crap that Orange County threw at them. “We’re gonna have a good year this year, aren’t we big guy?” Niko just gave her a big gummy grin, yep. Great year. |